All Chapters of Dumped By The Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Tell me you didn’t really erase yourself.”I said it to the dark like it might answer back, like the penthouse might soften and confess this was a nightmare I’d wake up from. My voice sounded wrong...too raw, too open. I hated it. I hated how easily she had stripped me down to this.I stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, phone in my hand, staring at a contact name that no longer existed. Not blocked. Not muted. Gone. Like she had never been mine to begin with.I laughed once. It came out sharp and ugly.“You always did things thoroughly,” I said. “Even leaving.”The city outside my windows pulsed with life. Horns. Sirens. Laughter drifting up from somewhere far below. Everyone else moving forward while I stayed here, suspended in the exact second she disappeared.I walked into the living room and dropped onto the couch, elbows on my knees, head in my hands.“Say something,” I muttered. “You were never this quiet.”Nothing.I exhaled hard and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. M

Insurance Clauses (Drake POV)“Don’t open it alone.”That was Ramon’s voice on speaker, sharp with warning, but the file was already glowing on my screenADDENDUM_II.pdftimestamped three minutes ago, sender masked, signature unmistakable.“I’m opening it,” I said, calm enough to lie to myself.The first page looked clean. Corporate font. Neutral language. The kind that murders reputations without raising its voice.Alleged Evidence Packet – Supplemental MaterialsMy jaw locked.“Sir,” Ramon said, quieter now, “that header alone...”“I know.”I scrolled.Screenshots. Emails fabricated to look forwarded. A calendar invite with Sabrina’s name misspelled the way only Emma used to misspell it. Bank transfers that never happened. A grainy photo of a woman who wasn’t her, cropped just enough to suggest it could be.My pulse thudded in my ears.“This is fake,” I said. “All of it.”“Most of it,” Ramon

“Why did he have to leave like that?” I whispered into the empty kitchen, voice trembling, though only the hum of the refrigerator answered me.I didn’t even realize I had stayed up all night on the couch, wrapped in Drake’s sweatshirt I’d swiped from his apartment before leaving. The faint scent of him still clung stubbornly to the fabric, a cruel reminder that he was gone...gone in a way that was permanent, irreversible. My fingers traced the embroidered initials on the cuff, and I swallowed the ache lodged in my throat. “Why, Drake? Why not… fight for me?”Mom cleared the dishes in the sink behind me, not pressing, just moving, letting the quiet weigh heavily between us. I hated the silence almost as much as I hated the empty space in my chest. I hated that I had missed him before he was even gone, and I hated even more that I wanted him back, even after the heartbreak he had left behind.“You need to eat, Sabrina,” she said softly, setting a plate in front of me. “Breakfast won’t

“Why is this happening to me?” I whispered into the dark, my voice barely louder than the hum of my laptop.I stared at the blinking cursor on the blank screen, but the words wouldn’t come. Not now. Not while my chest still ached from him...Drake. Drake Peterson. The man who had consumed every part of me, and now… he was gone.Gone because Emma Brookes had returned. Gone because he chose to protect me in a way that shattered me completely.I let out a trembling breath and leaned back in my chair. My apartment, usually a safe haven, felt like a cage. The walls whispered his name. His memory hovered in every corner. His voice, low and intense, haunted my ears. “Don’t leave me…” he had never said it, but I could hear the echoes of it in my mind.I opened my bank account statement again. The compensation. Millions. Enough to vanish from his life forever. Enough to erase every trace of him from mine. I blinked rapidly, the numbers blurring as tears fil

“You think this will break me?” I muttered aloud, voice low but edged with ice.I didn’t even glance at the sleek, panoramic view of Manhattan outside my office. My attention was glued to the numbers blinking in red across my screens—my empire shaking beneath me, not with earthquakes or accidents, but with a calculated, poisonous strategy executed from one precise mind: Emma Brookes.Every ticker, every stock, every subtle shift told me the same story: she was in play. She was dismantling my company, piece by piece, using the board as her instrument, manipulating investors, planting doubts, and sending carefully crafted leaks into the press. And all of it was designed to corner me, to force me into decisions I couldn’t make without collateral damage—specifically, to endanger the one person I had vowed to protect above all else: Sabrina Mendoza.I leaned back in my chair, jaw clenched, and ran a hand through my hair. My knuckles whitened, and I could feel the adrenaline crackling throu