Semua Bab Betrayed and Reclaimed: A Billionaire’s Redemption: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Nia Garcia had been married for two years, but she and Caleb had been together for almost eight. They had weathered the storms of young love, grown together from college sweethearts to partners who shared a home and dreams of a family.But tonight, she needed a break. At the urging of her friends, she found herself in the pulsing heart of the city, at a club that thrummed with music and promise.“Nia, come on, just one drink!” her friend giggled, handing her a glass of something cold and pink. She hesitated, glancing around the crowded club. The neon lights flashed across dancing bodies, laughter blending with the deep beat of the bass.She took a small sip, the alcohol warm and sweet on her tongue.“Relax!” another friend teased, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “You’re always so careful. Live a little tonight!”Nia forced a small smile. She wasn’t much of a drinker, and she had work in the morning, but she didn’t want to be the killjoy. “Alright,” she said softly, taking anothe

Nia stood in the street, her clothes clutched to her chest, tears blurring her vision as the door slammed shut behind her. The humiliation still burned on her skin, the sting of Caleb’s slap echoing in her mind. Her legs felt weak, her heart heavy with disbelief. She had thought she knew pain, but this—this was something else entirely.She took a shaky breath, trying to calm the panic rising in her chest. The stares of the neighbors cut into her like knives, and she kept her head down, her hair falling forward to shield her face. Each step away from the house felt like she was tearing away a piece of herself. She had lost everything in a single afternoon—her home, her husband, and the trust she had so carefully built.But even as she walked away, her mind couldn’t stop replaying the scene. The video on Mira’s phone, Caleb’s cold, hard eyes, the way he had thrown her out like she was nothing. She wanted to scream, to demand someone listen to her, to believe her. But she had no voice, n

Nia sat on the edge of the small bed in the cramped room she’d been renting, her hands gripping the thin blanket like it was the only thing holding her together. Tears blurred her vision, but she forced them back. She had no one to lean on now, no family to take her in, no friends she could trust.A sudden knock on the door startled her. She wiped at her eyes quickly, taking a shaky breath before opening it.Standing there was Damien Aldridge. The billionaire. The man she’d spent that terrible night with, though she hadn’t seen his face back then. Now, in the light of day, he was almost too beautiful to look at: tall and broad-shouldered in a tailored black suit that fit him like it had been made for his powerful frame. His hair was dark and perfectly tousled, his gray eyes sharp and unreadable as they took her in.“Who… who are you?” she stammered, her voice trembling.His lips curved into a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m the man from that night, Nia,” he said, his voic

Days turned into weeks, and the quiet rhythms of their new life settled around them. Nia found herself waking up each morning to the scent of fresh coffee, the gentle hush of the gardens just outside her window. Damien was always there, waiting with a small smile that reached his usually guarded gray eyes.They’d grown comfortable together, even in the silence. Mornings spent in the kitchen, afternoons exploring the vast grounds of his estate, evenings by the fire where he would read to her from his collection of poetry and ancient philosophy. In those stolen moments, Nia found something she never thought she’d have again—peace.And yet, there was something more. A slow-burning tension that grew every time their eyes met across the breakfast table. A flicker of heat when his hand brushed hers, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.One afternoon, she found herself alone in the library, lost in a novel she’d found on the shelves. She hadn’t even heard him enter until he was s

Nia sat in the restaurant, the warmth of the rich, spicy broth and the sizzling aroma of grilled meat a small comfort in her otherwise turbulent world. She took her time savoring the food, letting it ground her in the present moment—far from the chaos Mira had sown in her life.The gold-embossed card Damien had given her days ago sat snugly in her wallet—a silent promise that she had options now. That she was no longer trapped.Just as she took another sip of the comforting broth, a soft voice interrupted her peace.“Nia,” Mira murmured, standing beside her table, her eyes wide and innocent. “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here.”Nia slowly set her spoon down, her gaze unwavering. “What do you want, Mira?”Mira wrung her hands, her shoulders trembling. “I just wanted to talk. I wanted to say… I’m sorry, Nia. I never meant for things to turn out like this.”Nia’s mouth twitched in a humorless smile. “You always did have a way with lies.”Mira flinched as if wounded, her voice soft and