MY BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE

KAREN’S POV “Hello little betrayer, are you sure you still want to get on with this marriage, cause trust me, you’d regret it.” I still heard the words of the man I was supposed to call husband very soon ringing in my ears. Once, Devon Grey had loved me, now… now, what he felt for me was something even stronger than hate, it was a twisted kind of love, a love that enjoyed seeing me in pain – and all because he thought I betrayed him.I Stared into the mirror, my eyes scanning the face that stared back at me. It was that of a very beautiful young girl with pale milky skin, and a heart-shaped face dominated by large blue eyes, framed by long dark lashes. I blinked, and for some unknown reason, my eyes filled with tears.I was getting married to the rich and powerful Devon Grey, a man I was hopelessly, madly in love with, and yet I was frightened of him. Lately, he had been accusing me of betraying him, and I could not understand what I had done to make him think I could ever betra

Karen's POVThe rest of the party was a blur. All I was aware of was Devon’s accusation. And then, before I could even stop to breathe, the party was already over, and everyone was leaving. I wanted to call them back, to beg them to stay. Something told me the only reason I had not yet faced the full anger of my powerful fiancé was because his guests were present. What would Devon do when everyone left? My heart was thudding violently against my chest as he ushered the last one of the guests out, and then, he was dragging me - - into a room I had never been before. He turned on the lights, something low and smoky, like the kind of lights one would see in a night club, but it was only when my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room that real fear entered my eyes. The room was a bedroom - - of some sorts. The bed itself was covered in black sheets, with black pillows. All around the bed, and hanging from the ceiling were various torture equipment - - or bondage toys. Was this Devo

DEVON'S POVLooking at the now-sleeping Karen, I couldn't be any more disgusted by her continuous pretense. She always acted innocent and put on that pitiful face, yet she was a whore, even worse than my other whores. I put on my clothes and zipped up my trousers; the scene of her making out with Stephan flashed in my mind. She had claimed to be a virgin, yet she couldn't wait to throw herself at my cousin. The urge to destroy that little charade of hers by breaking her was so strong, I had to remind myself that I needed to find out all the people she was working with before I did anything about her betrayal. I looked at her once again before leaving the room. I was called the ruthless billionaire for a reason, and I was going to make her see that side of me that people feared. "All girls are like that," someone said behind me; without looking, I knew it was Stephan. I stifled a snort. Stephen was my least favorite person at the moment, and if I did not think Karen was

KAREN' POV "Ladies, I won't stoop to your level. My personal life is none of your concern, and I won't entertain baseless rumors. Have a good day," I said and grabbed Alice's hand, leaving the hotel. Alice was fuming. "You should have allowed me to give her a piece of my mind, Karen," she said. "You can't stoop to their level, Alice. It will only make you look stupid. You can only ignore such people," I tried to talk sense into her, and it worked. "Ok, fine. Let's go home. Come, I brought my car with me. You don't have to take a cab," she said. "Ok, that will be good too," I said and followed her to her car, a Mini Cooper. "She is a fine girl," I commented. "Thank you," she beamed cheerfully. Inside the car, Alice ignited the engine, and we drove off. "So, Karen, are you still going to live in his house, especially after what happened? I think it will be better if you stay in your own house and only visit him from time to time," she suggested.

KAREN I woke up to my phone ringing. It's morning already, and rays of sunlight have already made their way into my room. It was beautiful. I looked at my phone screen and saw that it was my friend Alice. "Hi Karen, my brother is throwing a party this evening. Are you coming?" she asked. "Sure, I will come if you can come pick me," I replied. "Come on, Karen, you know I will be busy," she complained bitterly. I yawned. "That will be your punishment for waking me up this early," I joked. "Fine, the party is at six, and I need to buy something by three. So, I will come and pick you up by three or four this evening. What do you say?" she asked. "Fine by me," I replied. She hung up while I continued lying on my bed. I had decided that I can't continue staying in Devon's house; after all, we are not yet married. Besides, I don't want to meet his lecherous brother for now. I still couldn't forget what he did to me. It haunts me every single day in my dreams.