All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

(Olivia’s POV) The fire still raged behind me, the screams and chaos fading as I slipped into the night like a ghost. Smoke clung to my dress, a haunting reminder of the destruction I had left behind. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I knew Armando was looking for me. I could feel it. But I didn’t want to be found. Not by him. My car was waiting at the far end of the street, exactly where Celeste had said it would be. I slid into the driver’s seat, my hands trembling as I started the engine. I shouldn’t be doing this. A small voice in the back of my mind whispered its warning, but I silenced it. I wasn’t running. I was choosing. And tonight, I was choosing to end the lies. Celeste’s private suite was dimly lit, the glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the elegant space. She stood by the window, sipping from a crystal glass as she watched me approach. “You came,” she said smoothly, turning to face me. I swallowed hard, still breathless from th

Dominic’s POV They say you get used to pain. That eventually, it numbs you — that if you’re beaten enough, your body learns to stop reacting. They’re wrong. Pain never gets easier. It just changes. It morphs into this twisted, crawling thing that lives under your skin, reminding you with every heartbeat that you’re not dead… yet. My wrists were raw. The ropes bit into my skin like they had teeth. Blood had dried on the side of my face, crusted and flaking. One of my eyes was swollen shut — Ferro’s men had done a fine job reminding me how breakable the human body could be. But my mind? That was mine. That was still standing. Barely. The door creaked open, slow and theatrical, like a scene from a movie I never auditioned for. And there he was — Ferro. Clean. Calm. Wearing that smug expression that made me want to lunge at him and bury my fists into his face, even if it cost me everything. He didn’t speak right away. Just walked in with his usual predator grace, the ki

Dual POV — Olivia & ArmandoOlivia’s POVThe night reeked of gasoline and gunpowder.I crouched low behind the rusted shell of a burnt-out car, my chest rising and falling with shallow, nervous breaths. From here, the compound looked like a fortress wrapped in shadow — cold walls, steel gates, motion-activated lights that scanned the field like a predator’s eye.Dominic was somewhere inside.Alive.Hopefully.I clutched the detonator tighter in my gloved hand, the edges of it biting into my palm. I could hear Armando’s voice in my earpiece — low, steady, commanding.“Three guards to the south. You’ll have a five-second window after I draw their fire. On my mark.”This was crazy.But what wasn’t, lately?Everything in my life had spiraled. Love. Betrayal. War. And now I was risking my neck to pull Dominic out of Ferro’s jaws, with the one man I couldn’t trust — but somehow couldn’t stop wanting either.“Mark,” Armando’s voice cut in sharply.I moved.I bolted across the open ground, he