All Chapters of BROKEN BILLIONAIRES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

LOLETTE.These expensive balls always made me feel like I was suffocating.Today, I had to be here though. For him.The boy who wasn’t only my best friend, my closest confidant, but the man of my dreams.The last part was a secret though.And he was about to step into something even bigger than himself, becoming the next CEO of the largest petroleum company in the world, Emporio Dynasty Petrol.My eyes locked in on the table in the centre of the large gathering, where you could find the most expensive Armani, the flashiest Rolexes, and the most iridescent diamonds. All because that table seated the richest family in the entire hall.The Emporios.The table was full of Emporio men. Adrian’s two younger brothers, Sebastian and Aleksander. Their grandfather and Uncle. As well as their father who was about to make an announcement.“Thank you, everyone, for showing up to this special day.” He glanced behind him, asking loudly, “Where is that son of mine?” The banter elicited laughter from

LOLETTE.The ground seemed to vanish beneath me.She was marrying Adrian?I desperately wanted to call her a liar.But there were bridal magazines splayed all over the table in front of her.She was looking at wedding dresses.Her mother had been making calls all morning.Adrian didn’t call last night.A burn built at the backs of my eyes, and I tightened my lips like I’d tasted something raw. My hands trembled, but I forced myself to stand a little straighter, to hide the shake. Mabel caught it anyway and her grin widened, triumphantly.As I turned to walk away, her vicious laughter chased me down the hallway.Upstairs, a dozen questions flooded my mind... And the more I thought about it, the less sense it made.Adrian couldn’t marry Mabel.He didn’t like her.He didn’t like her, because he knew what she did to me. What her family did to me. He would never betray me like that.Especially not after... not after what happened between us just days ago.I fought back the tremble in my ha

LOLETTE.Twenty-four hours had passed and I was still clutching the letter.The paper had gone soft at the edges where my fingers wouldn’t let go. I sat on the couch with my back ramrod straight, my eyes staring at nothing, while a police officer spoke to the director of my security company across the room.Their voices came and went like sounds under water. Words drifted past me—“forensics,” “entry points,” “camera feeds,” “timeline”—but part of me wasn’t listening.Part of me was gone with my boys.My grandmother sat beside me with her hand on my shoulder. I felt its weight more than its warmth.I was still shaking, still heartbroken. Every few seconds I had to remember to breathe.When the officer finished and stepped out of the house, Fanny’s fingers tightened on my shoulders in a gentle squeeze. “Honey, try to eat something,” she said softly.I didn’t answer.I hadn’t said much since yesterday.After I found the letter, my hands had dialed her without thinking, and she had arrive