บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

(Olivia’s POV)There were blinding lights.I lifted my hands to shield my face, squinting as the searing brightness pressed against my closed eyelids. It was endless, consuming, like staring into the sun. Slowly, the intensity ebbed, the light softening to a warm glow that bathed the space in golden hues.I lowered my hands cautiously, blinking to adjust. The world around me was unfamiliar—a vast expanse of white, pristine and unbroken. No walls. No sky. Just light.My breaths came unevenly as I turned in place, searching for something, anything to ground me. That’s when I saw it—a door, tall and ornate, standing alone in the void. Its wood was dark, polished, and adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shift subtly, like whispers frozen in time.I hesitated.The air felt heavier as I approached the door, my steps echoing faintly despite the lack of visible floor. Each step made my heart pound harder, the sound reverb

(Celeste’s POV)The ballroom shimmered like a treasure chest of dreams—gilded walls sparkled under the glow of crystal chandeliers, while polished floors mirrored the lavishness of the night. As I crossed the threshold, I embraced an air of confidence, allowing the soft click of my heels to herald my entrance into this enchanting scene.The air was thick with ambition and pretense. I could see it in the forced smiles, the hollow laughter, the way everyone sized each other up while pretending to be friends.It was perfect.I let my lips curve into a soft smile, just enough to seem approachable, not enough to betray my thoughts. My gown, a deep emerald green, hugged my body like a lover, shimmering subtly with every step. I knew how to turn heads without looking like I was trying to—and tonight, I wanted all the eyes on me.But my gaze was fixed on two people.Armando Moretti and Olivia Pierce.They stood by the bar,

(Dual POV: Olivia and Armando)Olivia’s POVThe first thing I felt was the warmth of his arms. My head rested against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat filling the silence.“Olivia,” Armando’s voice broke through the haze, low and strained. His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle but desperate.I blinked slowly, the light in the room too harsh for my pounding head. Every breath felt like a struggle, and the metallic taste of poison still lingered on my tongue.“You’re awake,” he said, relief flooding his voice.I struggled to sit up, but his hands steadied me. “How…?” I literally thought I was going to die after the pain I had felt before I passed out. The second time I was passing out in how many days.“An antidote,” he said curtly. “We were lucky Dominic got his hands on it in time to give it to the doctor.”My mind swirled with fragments of the summit, Celeste’s soothi

(Celeste’s POV)Ferro’s hideout was as grim as the man himself—cold, industrial, and reeking of blood and steel. The air was heavy with the metallic tang of iron, and the low hum of machinery in the background was a constant reminder of his empire’s ruthlessness.I stepped into the main chamber, my heels clicking against the concrete floor, the sound echoing ominously. Ferro was seated at a long metal table, a glass of scotch in one hand, his other casually drumming against the surface. His sharp eyes followed me as I approached, their glint as calculating as always.“Celeste,” he greeted, his voice smooth but wary. “To what do I owe the pleasure again?”I smiled sweetly, taking the seat opposite him. “Business, of course. I thought it was time we discussed our mutual interests.”He raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “And what might those be?”“Olivia Pierce,” I said, my voice dipping into a dangerous

(Armando’s POV) The night was a carefully orchestrated display of wealth and power, but I could feel the cracks forming beneath the polished veneer. The air buzzed with conversation, champagne flowed endlessly, and alliances were whispered over clinking glasses. But none of it mattered. Not when Olivia was slipping further and further away from me. I had noticed it in the way she moved tonight—graceful, poised, but distant. She wore the dress I had given her, yet there was no warmth in her eyes when she met my gaze. Every smile she offered was measured, every laugh carefully placed, and I hated how easily she made it look real. She was pretending. I knew that for a fact. And it infuriated me because I didn’t know why. But there was just something about her that seemed off. I kept my distance, watching from the periphery, but my focus never left her. She drifted through the room like a queen without a throne, and yet… she wasn’t alone. Celeste. My jaw tightened as I