All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Xavier tossed his phone onto the mattress with a flick of his wrist, his movements sharp and impatient as if her voice were a buzzing insect he was tired of swatting.Chloe fumbled with the sleek, cold device. The lock screen stared back at her, demanding a code. "Password?"Xavier closed his eyes, his voice flat. "My birthday."Chloe paused, her thumb hovering over the keypad. She searched her memory, but it came up blank. "Um... when is your birthday?"Xavier’s eyes snapped open, a flash of irritation sparking in the dark pupils. "You didn't look at the marriage certificate?"The marriage certificate... Truthfully, she had been so numb during the signing that the details had blurred into a haze of legal ink. "I'll go check right now!"She scrambled out of bed, her bare feet pattering softly against the plush carpet as she dashed out of the room. Two minutes later, she hurried back in, her voice light and surprisingly melodic in the quiet suite."Xavier, your birthday is January 1st!

God knew how much strength it had taken for Liam Martin to suppress his cravings every time Chloe Bishop drew near. He had spent years pushing her away, forcing a cold distance between them even when his heart beat for her. Even when they kissed, he had forbidden himself from surrendering to the sensation, terrified that if he crossed that line, he would be betraying Sara.Now, Liam realized the true depth of his idiocy.She had put on a wedding dress for him. She had been seconds away from becoming his bride, but he had heartlessly discarded her, turning her into the laughingstock of the entire city. Once, she had clung to him every single day; now, she had scrubbed every trace of him from her existence.It was he who had hand-delivered her into the arms of another man. This was a bitter fruit of his own planting, a pain he had to swallow in silence, for he had no right to complain. That night, Liam sat in the darkness, staring at Chloe’s phone until the first rays of dawn broke thro

This woman was Lana, a name now synonymous with "overnight sensation."Under the relentless backing of Grayson Media, she had surged from a relative unknown to a household name in just six months, firmly cementing her place on the A-list. As the crowd surged, Chloe Bishop instinctively leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the woman on stage. Lana was undeniably a rare beauty—elegant, tall, and possessed of features so delicate they seemed carved from jade.Yet, as a businesswoman, Chloe struggled to find a logical reason for Xavier Grayson’s obsession with her career. In the entertainment industry, beauty was the cheapest currency. Lana wasn't a singer-songwriter, she lacked even basic acting chops, and her vocal ability was "average" at best. To keep someone so unremarkable at the top, a company had to hemorrhage premium resources.Why would a man as ruthless and calculating as Xavier invest in such a losing bargain?The Hidden StormChloe was so preoccupied with her

"Chloe?" Lyra whispered, her voice a cocktail of confusion and worry as she glanced between her friend and the man standing outside.Chloe remained frozen, staring down at the sleeping Liam Jr. in her lap. Her expression was a mask of cold indifference, but beneath the surface, her pulse was racing.Liam Martin stood by the car door, his eyes fixed on Chloe’s profile. Every second of her silence felt like a needle pressing into his heart. He held up her smartphone, his voice straining for a composure he clearly didn't possess. "Chloe, I brought your phone back. Just... step out for a moment."Chloe didn't even blink. At that moment, the gates of the Nicholas estate swung open. "Drive in," she commanded the chauffeur, her voice devoid of emotion. "Ignore him.""Chloe!" Liam shouted her name, the sound laced with a raw, desperate urgency as the car began to roll away.Chloe’s chest tightened—a physical reaction she hated herself for—and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to drown out th

The heavy iron gates of the Nicholas Estate groaned shut, sounding like a gavel bringing a final judgment down on six years of devotion.“When I begged you to come back to me just now, when I said we should start over… you weren’t surprised at all. You expected it.”Liam Martin’s voice, already raspy, broke into a roar of helpless agony. It was the sound of a man drowning in a storm of his own making. “Chloe, this is your revenge, isn’t it? You’re punishing me!”Chloe felt a violent tremor in her chest. She tightened her grip on the sleeping Liam Jr., refusing to turn around and let Liam see the crack in her armor.“You’re wrong, Liam. I never planned to revenge myself on you. How can I seek revenge against a man I realized I never truly knew? I’m just tired. I’m done standing in the same spot waiting for you.”In the past, everyone—even her father—had said Liam would eventually come back. But Chloe had never dared to indulge in that fantasy. As the "First Socialite" of River City, sh