All Chapters of Betrayed In Love: Redeemed By The Billionaire CEO: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

(Stella)I swirl the glass in my hand, waiting.The moment I feel his presence behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist in a hug, I gently pull away and turn with a small smile.He doesn’t see it coming.He doesn’t even realize my next move until my palm crashes against his cheek.His head snaps to the side.My anger explodes.“How dare you, Felix?” I hiss. “How dare you do something like this without consulting me first?”Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.But I don’t give him the chance to speak.I close the distance between us, fury boiling beneath my skin.“What were you thinking?” I demand. “If everyone finds out about Amara and Rayner now, how are we supposed to succeed with our plans? How are we ever going to separate them? Didn’t you think about that?”My breathing turns uneven.“Now, because of this stupid stunt, you’ve made everything harder.” I throw my hands up in frustration. “So what if you now own seventeen percent of their company? What good is that if you can’t take th

(Stella)“No!”The scream tears out of me as I stare at the two bold lines on the test strip.“I’m pregnant.”Really pregnant.I drag both hands through my hair, my breathing growing uneven as panic crashes into me.“How could I?” I whisper.My fingers tremble.“How could I let this happen?”A thousand thoughts slam into my head all at once.Felix. Those nights. This baby.No.No, this cannot be happening!I begin pacing the bathroom, trying to steady my breathing.I have to find a way out of this.If Felix ever finds out I’m carrying his child…I stop walking.My stomach twists.Knowing how obsessed he is with having his own family, with having his own child, he’ll never let me go.Never.Before he finds out, I have to bury the truth.Cover it up.I’ve already started this lie.Now all I have to do is make it real.Slowly, I lift my head and stare at my reflection.A smile begins curling across my lips.“Sorry.”I let out a soft laugh.“But not sorry, Rayner.”This is all your fault.

(Rita)“Did you hear? Sir Rayner’s former PA is actually the Roosevelts’ only daughter. And they were having an affair.”The whispers drift past me as I walk through the lobby.Every pair of eyes turns.Some stare. Some point. Some don’t even bother lowering their voices.They question. They judge. And gossip.I close my eyes for the briefest second.God…I never imagined there would come a day when I’d completely lose my composure at work.Without thinking twice, I march straight toward the group standing by the side.Before any of them can react, I snatch the phone from one woman’s hand and slam it onto the marble floor.The sharp crack echoes through the lobby.Gasps explode around us.Someone screams.Everyone freezes.But I don’t. I stare straight at the woman.“So,” I say calmly, “what was it you were saying again?”She storms toward me, shoving past the colleagues trying to stop her.“Did you just smash my phone?”“Yes.”I fold my arms.“And what exactly are you going to do abo

(Maya)“How’s it going?” I ask as I slide into Kelvin’s car. “Have you been able to find who posted it?”He shakes his head.“No.”“What?”My voice rises instantly.“How much longer do you need? You told me tracking an IP address would be easy. It’s been over three days, Kelvin, and you still haven’t found anything?”A dry laugh escapes me.“It’s usually easy,” he says. “But…”“But what?” I snap, running an irritated hand through my hair. “I don’t care how difficult it is. I need you to find whoever posted it. I want to know who’s behind all this.”He studies me for a moment before leaning back against his seat.“Why are you so desperate to find the poster?” he asks. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating? Whoever did this accomplished exactly what you’ve always wanted.”His lips curl.“They created a rift between Rayner and Amara.”“And why should I celebrate?”I scoff.“Someone else beat me to my own game, and you expect me to be happy?”My mind flashes back to the post.The picture. That pa

(Stefan)I spend the entire evening thinking about everything.About Rita. About us.No matter how hard I try to push the thoughts away, they keep coming back, echoing through my head.“It was just a fling.”“Don’t think I’d ever want anything to do with you.”My chest tightens.As night settles over the city, I lie in bed, forcing my eyes shut, hoping sleep will finally rescue me.Seconds pass. Then minutes. Eventually, hours.Nothing works.With a frustrated sigh, I throw the duvet aside and walk out of my room.I stop at the drink stand and pour myself a glass.In one swallow, it’s gone.The burn slides down my throat, briefly distracting me.I pour another.Then another.Soon, the alcohol begins to cloud my thoughts.Good.Maybe now I can stop thinking about her.My slippers scrape against the floor as I make my way to the couch, drink still in hand.Then my eyes drift to the small clock sitting on the side table.A bitter scoff escapes me.I guess I won’t be able to stop thinkin