Semua Bab Betrayed By The Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Where am I?”Chloe Bishop bolted upright, her head spinning with a sickening heaviness. The room was cold, sterile, and completely unfamiliar. She scrambled to get out of bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. She couldn't be here. Tomorrow was her wedding day—the day she would finally marry Liam Martin. She had waited six long years for this dream to come true. She couldn't let anything, or anyone, get in the way now.Outside the door, Liam leaned against the hallway wall, the orange glow of a cigarette illuminating his icy, handsome face. He looked at the man standing before him with a terrifying lack of emotion."Go in," Liam said flatly, flicking a stray ash onto the expensive carpet. "Just don’t kill her."The man hesitated, his voice trembling as he glanced at the heavy door. "Mr. Martin... are you sure? She’s the city’s top 'IT Girl.' She’s your fiancée! You’re supposed to stand at the altar with her in less than twenty-four hours!""Get in there," Liam repeated. His voice

Chloe pinched the tiny scrap of black lace between her fingers, her expression filled with pure skepticism. "Are you serious? Is this even wearable?"Wouldn't just pinning him down be faster and more efficient? she thought.Bella rolled her eyes at Chloe’s lack of romantic vision. "What do you know? Men love this 'peek-a-boo' style. It’s called keeping the spark alive in a marriage."Nora, another bridesmaid, added with a gentle smile, "Just trust us on this one, Chloe. You won't regret it.""Really?" Chloe looked at the flimsy fabric again. A vivid, heated image flashed through her mind, and a soft blush crept up her neck, staining her porcelain cheeks. Tonight, she would finally be Liam Martin's wife.Suddenly, a wave of commotion erupted from downstairs."I’ll go check it out," Bella said, heading toward the balcony.She returned moments later, her face drained of color and heavy with grim news. "Chloe... Liam is leaving."In an instant, the blood vanished from Chloe’s face. Even h

Looking into Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, Liam withdrew his probing gaze. He lowered his eyelids, remaining silent and detached, his long lashes veiling whatever emotions stirred beneath.Chloe had always adored Liam’s physical perfection. Even now, standing there in the dim light, he looked like a flawless masterpiece—composed, balanced, and untouchable.But in this moment, she loathed every inch of him. She hated his eyes, his brow, and his pristine, wrinkle-free white shirt. Most of all, she hated that eternal, "gentlemanly" warmth that felt as thin and cold as a sheet of ice.It took a long time for her to find her voice. "I came for one thing. Tell me why. Why did you leave me at the altar?"Why did you do this to me?"I'm sorry."Liam was silent for a beat before uttering those three words.Those three simple words felt like a handful of salt rubbed into Chloe’s bleeding heart. The pain was so sharp it felt like her lungs had collapsed.Fifteen minutes later, Chloe walked out of the

Liam looked away, his jaw tightening. "Your parents will never agree," he said, his voice flat but thick with a hidden ache. "I'm a cripple."To a teenage boy, a physical flaw was a lethal wound to his pride."So what?" Chloe’s response was immediate—firm and stubborn. "Liam, tonight, if it isn't you, I'm not choosing anyone."A ripple finally broke the surface of Liam's calm eyes.So what?Did she not realize that the moment she walked toward him, every gaze in the room had shifted from admiration to pity—or worse, mockery? If she stayed with him, she might be trapped under those judgmental eyes for the rest of her life.Chloe looked at the boy she had adored from afar for so long and bravely reached out her small, fair hand. "Are you willing?"The face before him was breathtakingly beautiful, her dark eyes sparkling like polished gemstones. She was perfect. But she wasn't the girl he wanted.The girl he loved was named Sara Jay. She was the one he had vowed to protect with his life.

As Nightingale’s entourage swept away, the lobby erupted into a frenzy of whispers. Everyone was dying to know the identity of the man who commanded such respect—a man so striking and noble that even Nightingale, the "Queen of the Underworld," acted as his guide.Justin stood frozen, his brow furrowed as he watched the man’s retreating back.Xavier Grayson. In the business world of River City, that name was a trigger for pure terror. He was known as a ruthless predator—cold-blooded, efficient, and famous for showing zero mercy to his own kin, let alone outsiders. Justin’s older brother had once crossed paths with Xavier and had been stripped of a major deal within forty-eight hours.Chloe Bishop, unaware of Justin’s inner turmoil, grabbed his sleeve and moved quickly to follow them.As they hurried through the lobby, several socialites recognized them."Talk about a lucky day," one whispered loudly. "First, I see the city's most handsome bachelor, Liam Martin, then Nightingale, and no