All Chapters of Discarded By The Billionaire: His Biggest Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1: The Anniversary Lesson

**Leylie’s POV **"I warned you, Leylie. Why do you keep disobeying me?" His words didn't just echo in the room; they stole every bit of air from my lungs,"What do you mean, Finn?" I whispered. "I... I haven't disobeyed you. I swear I haven't.""Really?" He turned toward me slowly, his hazel eyes unreadable. I desperately searched my mind for any mistake I might have made. I replayed every moment of my day, the quiet hours alone in this massive house, and every second of the past week, but nothing stood out, nothing that could explain the anger building in him."Finn, please," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "It's our fourth wedding anniversary. Can't we just... put this aside for one night?" I reached out, my fingers brushing his arm, longing to connect with the man I once knew, the one who had swept me off my feet and promised me the world.With a snarl, he flung my hand away like it was trash. The force sent me stumbling backward, my heels snagging on the edge of the small rug besid

Chapter 2: The Golden Cage

**Leylie’s POV **When the bedroom door finally closed behind them, the silence was so much louder than the moans and the sound of skin against skin that filled the room just moments earlier.I sat exactly where he’d left me, my wrists raw and stinging where the rope had bitten into them, watching the ceiling fan spin in lazy, indifferent circles. I no longer felt the tears. They had dried into itchy salt streaks on my cheeks, leaving my skin feeling tight and brittle.I heard the front door open and close. Cass was gone. She could walk into the cool Los Angeles night, call an Uber, and laugh about the evening later with friends over drinks. She was free in a way I couldn’t even remember anymore. While I remained here, still tied to this house, to this life, to him.A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened again. Finnian entered, wearing a fresh charcoal-colored robe, his hair damp from a quick shower, smelling of lime and cedarwood. He looked almost tender as he crossed the room

Chapter 3: The Virgin Whore

**Leylie’s POV **The following morning, I stood in front of the tall mirror that stretched from floor to ceiling, feeling like my body was nothing more than a collection of bruises held together by thin skin. I stared at my wrists; the rope burns had turned an ugly purple, circling them like permanent bracelets. My elbow was swollen, with a dull pain radiating up my arm whenever I moved.I stared at the woman in the mirror, barely recognizing her. My once glossy blonde hair, Finnian always wanted long and shining, hung limp around my shoulders. The dark circles under my eyes were so deep they looked like bruises.I didn't look twenty-four. I didn’t resemble the twenty-year-old girl who had once believed a handsome stranger’s smile meant the beginning of something beautiful.The bedroom door creaked open behind me, and my breath hitched. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him; the air changed, growing heavier and colder like it always did when he entered a room.Finnian walke

Chapter 4: The Architect of Ruin

**Finnian's POV** I steamed as I descended the grand marble staircase, my pulse thrumming in my neck. I don't fucking know why she does it. Why does she always have to question my authority? Why was it so hard to always say, “Yes, Finn,” and “Okay, Finn”? I give her everything: a life she could only dream of. Yet she always finds a way to push me, to prick at my patience until I have to react, making me act crazy. She forces my hand, and then she has the audacity to look at me with those beautiful, wide, wounded eyes as if I were the villain in her story. I reached the foyer and pulled my phone from my pocket. My thumb swiped across the glass as I called the garage. "Get to the foyer. Immediately!" A minute later, James, the driver, appeared. I looked him over with a flicker of satisfaction. James was exactly what a servant should look like: invisible and unthreatening. He was middle-aged, with a receding hairline, a bulbous nose, and a permanent slouch that made him look small

Chapter 5: The Price of Loyalty

**Leylie’s POV** I spent exactly one hour with my mother, just as Finnian had instructed. She looked better than she had in months: a faint flush of color had returned to her cheeks, and her breathing was steady and even, thanks to the expensive specialists and the imported medications Finnian provided. Every time I looked at her, I felt the heavy invisible chain around my neck tighten. I couldn't make him angry. I couldn't risk her health. I knew he was capable of cutting her off without a second thought if I stepped out of line. I kissed her forehead, promised to call, and stepped out of the apartment building into the bright, unforgiving sun. The car door opened before I even reached it, and James stepped out, his face heavy with that same pity look I'd seen too many times. He checked his watch, voice low and careful. "Mrs. Thorne, I'm sorry, but it's been an hour. We need to leave now. Mr. Thorne was very clear about the time. We have to go now if we want to get back before

Chapter 6: The Devil’s Bargain

**Leylie’s POV** My mind reeled, scrambling to find a less terrible meaning in his words. “So… you want me to talk to him? Convince him to sign something? To back off?” He let out a low chuckle that made my stomach twist. “I need you to sleep with him. I need you to take explicit photos and videos of the two of you together. And then I’m going to use them to make sure he never stands in my way again. This deal is worth billions, Leylie, and he’s a lonely widower. I heard he has a weakness for beautiful, intelligent women, and you, my dear, are the best I have.” I felt blood drain from my face. “Finn…” The words barely made it past my lips. “You’re asking me to… to sleep with another man? I’m your wife. Doesn’t that mean anything to you at all?” He sighed, a sound of disappointment, the kind a parent might make when a child refuses to understand something simple. “It’s because you’re my wife I’m asking you,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His

Chapter 7: The Valentine's Day Trap

**Leylie’s POV** The morning of Valentine’s Day broke soft and golden through the curtains, the kind of light that should have felt romantic and hopeful, like the start of something beautiful. Instead, it felt cruel, as if the world were mocking me with its promise of love. I hadn’t slept. My body had lain still beside Finnian for hours, but my mind had paced the dark corners of the room, replaying every word he’d said the night before, every threat wrapped in affection, every promise that this 'one last thing' would finally make us whole and happy together. I kept seeing Hayes Doyle’s face in the photograph, those gray-green eyes that looked as if they had already seen too much, and I wondered what kind of man he was. I also wondered what kind of woman I would become if I let him touch me. Finnian stirred beside me, stretched like a satisfied cat, and rolled toward me with a sleepy smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder. His han

Chapter 8: The Shattered Plan

**Leylie’s POV**I didn’t think. The second I saw her small body jerking in that tub, everything else, the mission, Finnian’s threats, the weight of Maya’s future hanging over me, simply vanished. It was as if someone had flipped a switch in my brain, and the only thing left was this terrified little girl drowning in front of me.I kicked off the ridiculous six-inch red stilettos I wore, the heels scattering across the tiles like cheap toys someone had thrown away. I lunged for the tub, the hem of my gown instantly soaking up water, heavy and cold against my legs.Why was the water so damn freezing? Who fills a bath with ice for a child?I scooped her up, and God, she was so light, too light, her tiny frame rigid and convulsing in my arms, eyes rolled back, lips turning blue. It was definitely a seizure. I’d seen enough of my mother’s episodes over the years to recognize it, even if this one felt a thousand times more terrifying because she was so small and fragile.“Stay with me, swe

Chapter 9: A Different Kind of Ruin

**Hayes’ POV**“Sir,” Greg said, glancing up from his tablet with that familiar mix of persistence and caution that always grated on my nerves a little. He knew better than to push too hard, but he also knew when to stand his ground. “The gala starts at five, and you’re the guest of honor.”I leaned back in the leather chair in my study, staring at the polished surface of my desk. I wasn't in the mood for the high-society circus—the fake smiles, the forced handshakes, and the clinking of champagne glasses. “I’m not in the mood, Greg,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my jaw, feeling the faint stubble that I hadn’t bothered to shave today.“You need to go, sir,” he insisted, his voice softening just a bit. He wasn’t wrong; he rarely was, which was why he was the best assistant I’ve ever had. “It’s for the marine life foundation. Your presence alone will secure the funding.”Before I could fire back with some excuse, the door to my study pushed open, and Ava walked in, her small footste

Chapter 10: The Accidental Nurse

**Leylie’s POV**“Save her?” I whispered, my eyes bouncing between the emergency injection pen and the unconscious form of Hayes Doyle sprawled across the bed. “How? What the hell do I even do with the pen? Oh my God, this can't be happening to me right now.”I reached over and nudged his shoulder, gently at first, then a little harder. “Mr. Doyle? Hey, Mr. Doyle, wake up! Please, you have to wake up. I don’t know how to do this!” But he didn’t stir. He was out cold, his breathing deep and uneven."Shit, shit, shit," I hissed under my breath, panicking as I paced back and forth in the room with my hands tugging at my hair. "This is bad. No, this is worse than bad. This is a disaster!"I stopped and looked at the little girl. She was still jerking, her tiny face pale against the white pillowcase. I didn't have time for a panic attack. If I didn't do something right now, I didn't want to think about what could happen to her.“Okay, Leylie,” I said aloud, drawing in a shaky breath of the

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