Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed In Love: Redeemed By The Billionaire CEO: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

(Amara)I’m lying on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, but I’m not really seeing it. My mind keeps replaying Rayner’s question.“You’ve never been to Switzerland?”The way he looked at me when he said it. Not casual. Not random. Assessing. Like he was waiting for something. Like he already knew something.A deep sigh escapes me.Why would he ask that? What was he trying to confirm? Or is it possible he’s already suspecting what I’ve been trying so hard to bury?The night stretches on, heavy and quiet. His face flashes again and again behind my closed eyes. The way his expression shifted after that phone call. The way his jaw tightened. The way his gaze lingered on me a second too long.Thoughts spill through my head without mercy.I turn slightly, pulling the duvet closer.Tomorrow will be a new day.***********The next morning at the office, I barely settle in when I see Rayner walking in.“Goo—” I start to greet.“We’ll be leaving for a meeting in Pittsburgh. Get ready.”The words

(Amara)I step outside the hotel toward our car, freshly returned by the mechanic. Moments later, Rayner arrives, unlocking the door as I slide into the passenger seat.The drive back is quiet.Too quiet.My mind keeps replaying that moment in the hotel room — the way we both jumped when our eyes met, the scream that tore out of me, and how we tumbled onto the bed in one clumsy heap.I shake my head at myself. Jeez, I can’t believe I got so startled. But the memory replays anyway, and a small laugh slips out.“Did I say anything funny?”Rayner’s voice pulls me back.I shake my head quickly. “No. It’s nothing.”“Oh really?” He glances at me before returning his focus to the road. “Or you just don’t want to let me in on it?”I give a soft chuckle and turn toward the window, refusing to answer. I can feel his gaze, subtle but persistent, and I shake my head again. Focus, Amara.“You’re going to have to hold on tight,” he says after a moment. “It’s a long ride.”He presses down on the acc

(Maya)I pace my room, my heart refusing to settle.Amara calling out Felix’s name.The sound keeps replaying in my head.What was he doing there? Why was he there?No. I must have heard wrong.I stop, press my fingers to my temples, and start pacing again. The walls suddenly feel too close. I grab my phone and call her.Once.Twice.Nothing.She doesn’t pick up.My stomach twists.Could Felix really have been at her place? How? When? They were supposed to be done. Over. Separated the way it was meant to be. A hollow laugh slips out of me. I push my hair back and lift my phone again. There’s only one call to make now.The line rings once.I don’t bother with greetings.“Is this how you get your job done?”**************(Selina)I stare at the laptop screen, barely breathing.Congratulations, you’ve been offered the position at Sinclair Group.The words don’t feel real.A chill spreads through me. I drag my fingers across my lips, eyes scanning the message again and again. It’s true.

(Rayner)The door clicks shut behind her.I lift my gaze slowly, exhaling as I lean back into my seat. Her voice won’t stop replaying in my head.Happy new month, Sir Rayner.She had expected a reply. I saw it in the way she hesitated, but I gave her nothing.It’s been difficult since that night. Since Ruben told me Amara Roosevelt had been in Switzerland that night. I didn’t want to accept what that meant— that the girl I spent that night with wasn’t the same as the one now working as my PA. Yet I still questioned her. Still searched her face for hesitation.Her voice echoes again: I’ve never been to Switzerland.She hadn’t hesitated. Hadn’t looked away. She wouldn’t have lied, not with the way I asked her. I was practically interrogating her.She isn’t the one.And I have to let go.Even if letting go means keeping my distance. Even if it means ignoring the way her presence unsettles something in me.But seriously, how can she—My thoughts snap in half as I jolt upright, heart slamm

(Amara)Rayner’s words keep replaying in my mind as I step back until the back of my knees hit the couch.You deceived us to bring your husband in.How dare you?You think an apology can fix this?My fingers tighten around the headrest. The leather creaks under my grip.He closes the gap between us slowly.His eyes are blazing—anger, hurt, betrayal.A moment ago, I thought I could explain. I thought I could tell him the truth. That Felix isn’t my husband. That what he heard isn’t real.But on what grounds?Because the moment I try to explain, he will start asking questions. And those questions will lead to one thing.My name.My real name.And that is not something I can afford to give him.“Well?” His voice snaps me back. I flinch. “You can’t say anything now?”My throat feels tight.“Say something, Amara.”“I’m sorry.”The words leave before I can stop them. My eyes shut tightly, as if that could shield me from what’s coming.Silence follows. Heavy and absolute silence.I open my ey