Rejected Once, Desired By The Billionaire Brothers.

“What?”“Sign the damn papers, Valentina,” he said coldly, his lips curled into a mocking smile.“When will you learn?” he began. “A simple sorry, and you were ready to change your mind. That’s why I liked you in the first place. You are so cheap and easy to manipulate.”For a second, I didn’t understand the word. It just floated there between us.Cheap. Easy.I was fuming internally.I gripped the walker until my stitches pulled and a sharp pain tore through my side.The nurse gasped softly, steadying me, but I barely felt her. My ears rang. My heartbeat pounded so hard I thought I might collapse right there at his feet.Cheap?A broken laugh escaped me—thin, disbelieving, almost hysterical.I sighed deeply, straightening my back.He had made his choice from the very beginning—he never wanted me. It was time for me to make mine.“Fine,” I began, snatching the paper from his hand, “but before I proceed, are you sure you’ve thought this through?”He laughed.“My lawyers will get in tou

VALENTINA“What?” I blurted and flinched. “White what?”My eyes widened in surprise, fear gripped me for a moment. Then I cleared my throat and straightened my spine.“I know who you are, you don’t need to feign ignorance,” he began. “Six years ago, a mysterious hacker by the name White Phoenix infiltrated one of the most protected software systems, claimed it was just for fun and disappeared without trace,” he said.I laughed. “And how does that affect me in any way?”“You know,” he began, “people speculated that white phoenix was fished out and silenced, but I think they're doing just fine.”“And you think I’m that woman?” I said.“I never mentioned anything about their gender,” he said, smiling coyly, “but of course you know because it’s you.”I chuckled nervously. “You’ve got the wrong person.”“Then prove this.” He pulled out a file and handed it to me, my eyes scanning the paper instantaneously before handing it back to him.Fuck! I blinked.“Let’s say I am who you think I am, t

“Twin?” I blinked. My fingers trembled and ended the call unintentionally. The man in front of me was a carbon copy of Federick in terms of facial comparison. Brown hair, blue eyes, bulky arms and legs, tattooed chest. The only difference was his slightly larger build, but if you didn’t look closely, you would never tell the difference. The little time I had spent with Federick, I could tell he was principled, emotionally closed off—not that I cared, and way too serious. This dude right here looked like the complete opposite, he carried a chaotic air, totally blunt tone and somehow managed to be intimidating. His hands flew to his face, a finger tapping gently on his lips, taking slow, deliberate steps towards me. He stopped right in front of me, invading my space. His gaze was intense, his presence felt bigger, like he’d literally sucked all the oxygen around us. “I have seen you before,” he eyed me. I swallowed, clutching the file against my chest. Then I tilted my he

VALENTINA I sat there pretending to enjoy the dinner but the tension in the room was so intense that my breath came out sharp—too loud. His father’s eyes watched me like a master of chess, trying to figure me out. Frederick’s hand had left my waist and he’s currently brushing them against my legs intentionally. His brother on the opposite side of the chair was also watching, his eyes peeking at me as he gulped down the red liquid in the glass. I felt trapped in the middle of it all, the tension was drowning me. Then I forced a smile on my face, grabbed Frederick’s hand and squeezed tightly. “What are you doing?” I whispered between my teeth. He winced and withdrew his hand. Then his brother cleared his throat, cut into the chicken on his plate, took a bite, chewed slowly and finally broke the deafening silence. “I heard you recently got married, is it true?” Frederick glanced at me, smiled and then back at his brother and father. “Yeah,” he said, “I got married a few weeks ago.

VALENTINAI didn’t even remember getting dressed. One second I was staring at my phone, and the next I was pulling on the first clothes I could find, my fingers shaking as I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the mansion.The drive to the station felt endless. By the time I stepped out in front of Central Police Station, my heart was pounding, but my face was calm.And then I saw him.Nate.Standing right there at the entrance like he owned the ground beneath his polished shoes. His suit was crisp, his posture relaxed, and that familiar devilish smile curved across his lips the moment his eyes landed on me.He didn’t look surprised to see me. He looked satisfied. As if this was exactly what he had been waiting for.Before I could even process the sight of him, a woman stepped out from beside him, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. She pointed at me without hesitation, her voice rising dramatically.“That’s her! Valentina stole my design! She hacked into my system and stole