All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

That night, I sat on my bed with Mark's laptop in front of me. The lit screen displayed my portfolio – a collection of sketched dresses, shoes, bags, men's wear, all gathering dust in my portfolio like dreams I was too scared to chase. I'd thought I lost them, considering what Ryan had done to cut me down. Did he forget about this? Or he didn't think I'd need this one day? Or maybe he underestimated me too much, believing I wouldn't last up till now without him. A soft chuckle escaped my lips. “Arrogant bastard,” I mumbled. Scrolling through, I couldn't help but marvel at my own creations. They were spectacular. Then, I was the best in my department. My lecturers had only praises for me. I'd grabbed awards upon awards for innovation, for craftsmanship, for vision. A few brands had reached out to be their designer, but Ryan made me turn them down. Then, they begged for a few pieces of my designs, which I sold to them under his strict conditions – no credits, no recognition, just

Adele ~I don't think anything more insane could ever happen to me. A contract to marry him?! As if that wasn't mad enough, he would pay me two billion upfront, but didn't specify how much I'd receive after the year ended. You heard right. Detroit West, as his name was written in the contract, wanted me to be his wife for one year. The contract further stated that he had a seven year old daughter, but I wasn't required to act as her mother. It again added that intercourse was of my own accord. Detroit gave me full freedom to live my life as I saw fit. He wanted nothing other than to stand by his side whenever the need arose and smile for the camera. This man that seemed more dangerous than Ryan wasn't clipping my wings. He was putting me out there. When he complimented my work and suggested I stepped onto the bigger stage, hell! I was stunned dumb. It was surreal. No, everything was surreal. My life had not only tilted to the side but had summersaulted. I said no, not because

Adele~We spent two hours in town– getting my makeup and hair done– and now, I was standing in my room once more, watching as the girls eagerly grabbed my dress from the box."Okay, there's something more in the box," Sarah said, excitement sparking in her voice as she dug a little deeper beneath the folds of tissue paper.I blinked, tilting my head. "More?""Yes!" She pulled out a small, velvet pouch and handed it to me with a mischievous grin. "Open it!"Carefully, I untied the delicate string and opened the pouch. Inside was a diamond necklace. A thin, glimmering chain with a tiny, elegant pendant shaped like a rose. It was simple but breathtaking, like something pulled straight from a dream.My heart squeezed. "Oh. My. God," I whispered, my fingers trembling slightly as I lifted it. "It's… it's beautiful.""You better not cry!" Emily warned, wagging a finger at me. "We spent too long on your eyeliner."I laughed wetly, blinking up at the ceiling to push the tears back. "Okay, okay

Ryan ~“CEO Ryan, this way!”He turned his head, smiling for the camera with Julia's hand locked on his. She was waving at the crowd, grinning so hard that her lips trembled, threatening to split under the pressure of her practiced charm.She'd always been like that, the perfect woman for him — for any occasion. She was slim, tall, beautiful, and smart, but stupid, and he liked all that about her. But despite the picture-perfect-smile, his jaw tightened ever so slightly. He loved events like this, it made him look perfect, but not today, not after the whispers, not when his mood was already too frail for make-believe.No reporter asked them why they arrived together, and that was because, they'd always attended events together and the public was used to it. And their reason had been that, Julia was an ambassador for his company. And also, they were family friends. Hand in hand, they walked into the auction house and quickly found their seats in the middle. The big names in the enter

Adele~ He sighed, “Julia, you’re doing too much right now. This isn’t the place for—” “For what?” she laughed bitterly. “For me to cause a scene?” She took a step forward. “What, are you going to tell the world I’m crazy too? Are you going to do to me what you did to that whore?!” “Of course not.” His voice dropped into that familiar tone… low, calm, deceiving. “You know you're the one for me, Julia.” He reached out his hand, brushing her face. “Yes, I’ve been looking for her. But not to take her back.” He exhaled slowly. “I want to punish her. I want to break her. I want to brand her, make her understand that I’m her master. She’s my slave. My whore. And that’s all she ever was.” Silence again. My heart ached so much that I couldn't feel it beating. Then he added, almost lazily, “Did you really think I’d choose a clueless orphan over you?” A cold chuckle followed. “She had her use. Her talent. She’s the designer behind your secret fashion house…have you forgotten that?” “I kn