Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Samantha's POVThe world outside my window seemed oblivious to the chaos consuming my life. The hum of traffic, the chirp of distant birds-it was all maddeningly normal. Meanwhile, my world was collapsing. I sat on the couch, staring blankly at my phone as it buzzed with relentless notifications. Every message, every news alert chipped away at what little strength I had left.The photos of Louis and me-photos I had no memory of being taken-were everywhere. Every news outlet, every gossip site had them splashed across their front pages. The headlines were as cruel as the betrayal they documented: "Smith Heiress Caught in Scandal with Ex-Fiancé" and "Samantha Blake: The Fall of a Golden Girl."My chest felt tight as I scrolled through the comments online, each one harsher than the last. Some questioned my character. Others questioned my ability to lead FinCorp. And then there were those who reveled in my misery, gleefully tearing apart the image I'd worked so hard to build.I threw the

Samantha’s POVThe cold silence of my apartment pressed against my chest like a vice. Jack’s voice replayed in my head on an endless loop, his final words tearing through me like a storm.“I loved you, Samantha. But love isn’t enough anymore.”And then there was Anastasia, standing beside him, her smug smirk seared into my mind. The way Jack had turned his back on me, walking toward the plane without a glance, had broken something deep inside me.I wasn’t just heartbroken. I was furious.Louis had orchestrated all of this—every shred of doubt, every crack in my relationship with Jack, every public humiliation I’d endured. He had used me, manipulated me, and left me fighting for my life while he celebrated.I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.---Sisco arrived later that night, carrying the drug test results that proved Louis had spiked my drink. He placed the papers on the coffee table, watching me closely as I stared at them in silence.“This is it,” he said. “This is the evi

Samantha’s POVThe cryptic message stared back at me from my phone screen, the words twisting in my mind like a knife. “Congratulations, Samantha. You’ve come so far. But the past always catches up.”I didn’t recognize the number, but the intent was clear. Whoever sent it wanted me to know that my fight wasn’t over. The peace I had worked so hard to carve out for myself felt as fragile as glass.I was about to call Sisco when I felt it—a sharp, sudden pain low in my abdomen. My breath hitched as warmth spread across my legs, soaking through the fabric of my dress.I looked down in shock.“Oh my God,” I whispered, my heart racing. My water had broken.---Panic and adrenaline surged through me as I grabbed my hospital bag from the corner of the room. I fumbled with my phone, dialing Sisco’s number.“Samantha?” he answered immediately, his tone alert.“It’s happening,” I said, my voice trembling. “The baby... my water just broke.”“Stay calm,” Sisco said firmly. “I’m on my way. I’ll get

Jack’s POVThe message haunted me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push it out of my mind. I sat in the dim light of the apartment, the glow of the phone screen casting eerie shadows on the walls."Samantha Blake has just delivered a healthy baby boy."The words felt heavier each time I read them. A boy. Samantha had a son.And for the first time in months, I let myself ask the question I had buried deep: Was he mine?I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles whitening. She had named Louis as the father, made it clear in front of the entire world. But what if that wasn’t the truth? What if the boy was mine, and she had lied to protect herself—or me?The idea twisted in my gut, a bitter mix of anger and something deeper, something more vulnerable.---Morning sunlight crept through the curtains, doing little to brighten my mood. I barely noticed Anastasia returning, her movements sharp and deliberate as she slammed the door behind her.“So, you’ve been up all night,” she said, cr

Samantha's POVThe morning was unusually quiet, the kind of calm that made you uneasy when you knew trouble always loomed around the corner. I was nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee when the world flipped on its head once again.The news alert flashed across my phone screen: "BREAKING: Billionaire Kelvin Smith Awakens from Coma."My breath caught as I stared at the words. The man whose influence had orchestrated so much of my life, directly or indirectly, was awake. The man who was now confirmed to be my biological father.---Within an hour, the hospital was buzzing like a disturbed hive. Reporters swarmed the entrance, microphones and cameras pointed toward the building as security struggled to keep them at bay. Jack and I arrived separately, but our paths crossed as we entered the hospital's lobby."Did you know?" he asked, his tone clipped. His eyes were hard, guarded."No," I said, shaking my head. "I found out the same way you did."He studied me for a moment, his jaw tightening b