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Chapter Seven: Between Two Worlds
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Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Eight: The Devil in Disguise
They say the devil doesn’t knock; he walks in smiling, dressed in silk and honeyed words. Tonight, the devil wore Dickens’ face.I was still reeling from the threatening text when the doorbell rang. My heart jumped into my throat, and for a second, I thought whoever sent that message had come to finish me off. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t even breathing properly when Clara’s chair scraped back, and she rushed to open the door.And there he was.Dickens.His presence filled the doorway, tall and self-assured, with that wolfish smile that made strangers mistake him for charming. He carried a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a gift bag in the other. My mother’s eyes lit up instantly, her anger from earlier dissolving like sugar in tea.“Dickens!” she exclaimed, standing up as though royalty had entered her house. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!”He leaned in to kiss her cheek, his voice dripping with politeness. “I couldn’t come empty-handed, Mrs. Grey. You deserve the world for raising such wo
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Seven: Between Two Worlds
Two men. Two worlds.One, a man who could destroy me with his possessiveness, dragging me deeper into a darkness I was desperate to escape. The other, a man whose presence felt like light—capable of giving me hope, of changing my life. And yet, somehow, I knew that whichever one I chose, danger would follow.The clock struck noon, and I found myself walking into St. Louis Restaurant, my heart pounding like a trapped bird inside my chest. My palms were clammy, but the moment my eyes found him, everything else seemed to fade.Eli.He stood near the window, sunlight streaming through the glass and highlighting his sharp features. Tall, broad-shouldered, with thick dark hair brushed neatly back and eyes as blue as the ocean, he looked like someone who had stepped right out of a dream. His suit fit him perfectly, cut with the kind of elegance that whispered of wealth and power, yet his smile as he saw me softened everything.“Isabella,” he said warmly, pulling out the chair across from him
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Six: A War of Silence
Some truths don’t need to be spoken—they’re written in silence, in stares, in the way the air stops breathing around you. I was still holding her phone. Still staring at the glowing screen. The words burned into my memory like a brand, cruel, mocking, impossible to erase: "I couldn’t resist you. I’m so sorry if I went hard. You’re sweeter than your sister. Hotter than her. How I wish I had met you first." My hands trembled. The phone felt heavier than stone, but I couldn’t let go. Then Clara stepped into the room, steam curling around her like a second skin, a towel clinging to her body, her hair damp and shining. She was humming lightly, her face glowing with careless joy. Until her eyes fell on me. And then on the phone. Her hum died. Her smile vanished. The air thickened between us. The silence screamed louder than anything we could say. I saw it all in her eyes—her guilt, her fear, her calculation. And I knew she saw everything in mine too—my devastation, my rage, the ugly
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Five: Secrets Among Sisters
The morning light streamed weakly through my curtains, casting pale stripes across the room. I had barely managed to get any sleep. My mind had been busy turning over Clara’s cryptic remark in the car yesterday—the way she looked at Dickens in the rearview mirror, as if she knew something I didn’t.I sighed and rolled out of bed. Clara was already awake, sitting at her dresser and humming as she brushed her hair.“Good morning,” she said brightly, as if last night hadn’t happened.“Morning,” I mumbled, stretching my arms.She twisted toward me, her lips curling into that mischievous smile she always wore when she wanted something. “Hey, Isa… can I borrow your Gucci handbag today? The cream one with the gold chain?”I blinked. “Why?”“I’m going out later,” she said, smoothing her hair back. “Movie date with my man.”I raised a brow. “Movie date? You didn’t say anything about a movie date last night.”Clara rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t have to tell you everything, big sister. Com
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Four: Tangled in Glamour
The moment I stepped inside the house, Clara was already waiting in the living room, her legs crossed, phone in hand, looking as if she had been expecting me. She jumped up the instant she saw the shopping bags dangling from my arms, her eyes widening with excitement.“Isabella!” she squealed, rushing over to me. “Oh my God, look at all this! He really spoiled you today, didn’t he?”I laughed softly, though it sounded more nervous than joyful. My arms ached from carrying the designer bags, but it was my heart that felt heavier. Dickens had gotten me clothes, jewelry, even a watch I knew cost more than my father’s yearly salary. Yet his words—You’re mine now—echoed louder than anything else.Clara grabbed one of the bags before I could stop her, pulling out a silk dress wrapped in tissue paper. “Wow… this is gorgeous. He bought you this?”I nodded, collapsing onto the couch. “Yes. He bought everything.”She whistled, shaking her head. “Girl, you’ve hit the jackpot. I told you, didn’t I
Her Man, My Betrayal Chapter Three: Between Desire and Betrayal
I woke up before the sun fully broke through the curtains. My eyes burned, not from lack of sleep, but from the restless storm in my chest. I had been lying there for hours, staring at the ceiling, his arm draped possessively across my waist as if I were something he owned.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. My chest tightened when my gaze fell on his instead. The screen was still lit from a message that must have come in while he was sleeping. I had read it hours ago and it refused to leave my head.“Hey love, why are you ignoring my call?”Vicky.The words replayed in my mind over and over again like a curse. Who was she? Why did she call him love? And why did his phone buzz with her name while he was lying here in my bed, in my life, promising me the world?I turned away and buried my face in the pillow, willing myself not to cry.Minutes later, I felt him stir behind me. His arm tightened, pulling me closer. “You’re awake,” he
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