Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire

“Revan… I’m here.”Aruna’s soft voice was almost drowned out by the sound of rain that had just stopped.Her hand clutched a plastic bag filled with medicine, her fingers pale from the cold. In the other hand, she held a small box containing the birthday cake she had spent all night making—simple, but filled with love for Revan, the man she loved more than anything.She stood for a long time in front of Revan’s iron gate.The house that once echoed with laughter and sweet promises now looked dazzling, crowded, and foreign.“He said he was sick…” Aruna murmured softly. “Then why… do I hear music?”Gentle piano notes and the laughter of people drifted from inside.With hesitant steps, she opened the gate and walked toward the terrace.Chandeliers glittered above her; guests in elegant clothes held glasses of champagne.And there, in the center of the room—under the brightest light—Revan was kneeling, holding a ring.“Celine…” Revan’s voice was clear, steady, full of certainty. “Will yo

“She’s awake! Quick, call the doctor!”The voice echoed faintly in Aruna’s ears, as if coming from a faraway place.Aruna blinked slowly. A blinding white light pierced her eyes. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nose.Everything felt unfamiliar. Cold. Empty.“W-where am I?” her voice rasped, barely a whisper.Her body felt heavy. An IV tube was attached to her arm, bandages wrapped around her stomach and head.“Calm down. You’re in the hospital.”A deep, baritone voice came from beside her bed — low, steady, reassuring.Aruna turned her head slightly.Standing there was a man in a sleek black suit. His hair was neatly combed, his features sharp yet composed.His gaze was piercing, but within it flickered something strange — compassion, and perhaps… admiration.“Who… are you?” Aruna asked weakly.The man offered a faint smile. “I’m the one who helped you last night. My name is Leonard.”He pulled a chair closer and sat beside her, eyes never leaving her face.“I happened to pas

“Excuse me! Is anyone home?”The deep, hoarse voice echoed through the front yard of Leonard’s grand villa.Drizzles of rain dampened the driveway, filling the air with cold and mist.A middle-aged man stood before the tall iron gate. His clothes were plain, his face weary, and his eyes red from holding back tears.It was Mr. Darman — Aruna’s father — the man who had spent months searching for his daughter who had vanished without a trace.The security guard eyed him warily. “Who are you, sir?”“I… I’m Aruna’s father,” he said shakily. “Please… tell her her father is here. I just want to see my daughter, to know she’s alright.”The guards exchanged glances, then one nodded. “Wait here, sir. I’ll let them know.”Mr. Darman nodded, clutching his hat tightly to his chest, his hands trembling.> “Aruna… my child, I hope you really are happy like people say,” he whispered faintly.Meanwhile, Leonard had just stepped out of his car with Aruna when one of the guards approached.“Sir, sorry t

“Send that project report to my desk. Before two p.m. No delays tolerated.”Nadine’s voice sliced through the tense silence on the executive floor of N.R Corporation. It wasn’t just a command—it was authority made audible. She didn’t shout, yet every word carried the weight of someone who knew exactly where her ship was headed.The staff, previously absorbed in their own tasks, instantly came alive. Nadine, dressed in a tailored gray suit and heels that clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, strode down the long glass-paneled corridor with purpose.Her steps stopped at the main conference room. Inside, her executive team was already waiting. The moment Nadine appeared in the doorway, everyone stood—a reflex born of respect and a trace of fear.“Sit,” she ordered curtly.Her eyes went straight to the large screen before them. The growth graph of N.R Corporation climbed steadily—a picture of success. Yet to Nadine, success wasn’t a comfort zone; it was merely a platform for the

"Madam, are you sure you want to see him again?"Mira's voice was laced with palpable complexity and worry. Nadine stood in front of her study window. That morning, the Northern city sky was wrapped in a thin fog, as if hiding something. Her hands held a cup of coffee that was now cold."I have to, Mira. They will come with a new plan, and I need to be one step ahead.""I'm just afraid they will entrap you again," Mira whispered, almost pleading."This time, I am not the Nadine of the past," she said flatly, looking at her reflection in the glass. In the reflection, a mature and determined face was visible. "If they come with bad intentions, I will make sure they are the ones who get trapped, and this time, forever."Mira nodded in resignation, but her eyes still held a knot of worry. She knew that every time Davin's name was mentioned, something in Nadine's eyes changed—it was no longer a bleeding wound, but the remnants of a bitter taste that was not entirely dead, a kind of painful