All Chapters of Revenge of the billionaire’s betrayed bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Yeah,” Fidelia said, brushing off their stares. “I changed my haircut too. I didn’t like the old look.” Without giving them more time to respond, she turned and walked back into her room. ‘Let them wonder. Let them feel uneasy. The old Fidelia would have smiled like a fool and sought their approval. Not anymore.’ She had two things to accomplish today, and she was ready. By the end of today, she would have prepared shocking news on her enemies. She made sure every plan was in place. Fidelia stepped out of the house and got into her car. She looked really hot and sexy — so much so that Alice and Bridget couldn’t help but suspect something was up. ‘Good. Let them suspect. Let them worry.’ Just then, she received a message from Silas: “I’m already here, waiting for you.” She quickly replied, “I’m almost there. Order me a good wine — I’m really craving it.” Fifteen minutes later, she arrived. It was a truly fancy restaurant — one of those places popular among the rich. Fidelia halt

They exited the restaurant and she didn’t even bother looking back, nor did the man holding her close. Silas could only stand there, staring at the ring in his hand. His world felt wrecked. Completely shattered. “FIDELIA COME BACK!!!” “YOU CAN’T BREAK UP WITH ME!” And guess whose fault he thought it was? It was his partner in crime Bridget. Bridget also didn’t understand why Fidelia had done this… or maybe she did. ‘She was too sloppy and always too emotional… She was the one… she ruined my plans.’ Andrian didn’t say a word as they left the restaurant. His expression was unreadable, but his hand was steady as he pressed the key fob and unlocked his car. A sleek, black luxury coupe, polished like obsidian under the evening lights. He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door for her without a word. Fidelia stepped in, still wearing that calm, calculated smile. ‘Step one: complete. I made him look like a fool in public. That humiliation will eat at him for days.’ An

“Don’t tell me this is the part where you kill me?” “I wouldn’t say it hasn’t come into my mind.” “See your face,” Fidelia shot back with a sly grin. “I make it my business to know who everyone is… especially those I’m interested in.” Andrian set his glass down. “Okay. Enough games. What exactly do you want with this marriage? What do you intend to achieve?” “I told you already,” Fidelia replied, her tone sharpening with determination. “Revenge. Against Silas. Against my family. And to do that, I need a faster way. I need power. Influence. Wealth. Protection. And the only way I can get all that quickly—” she gestured between them “—is by marrying you.” She leaned in slightly. “We have a past to play with. So let’s play together. So what do you think?” Andrian was quiet for a moment, his eyes studying her like a chess opponent. Then he said, “So, back to why you dragged me into this. Why me?” Fidelia didn’t hesitate. “Well, you know I’m engaged to your sister.” “I don’t

“Yes, sir,” the secretary said quickly.Silas hung up and rubbed his temples, but it wasn’t working. For every article his team tried to pull, three more appeared. On all other social media — and Fidelia had made sure of it. Every platform flooded with the video clip of her saying, “No. I won’t marry you.” Every feed plastered with photos of her walking out on him… and into Andrian Richardson’s arms. She was blocking every takedown request, rerouting uploads, feeding the fire herself, and it was working.The story was exploding. Silas Carson wasn’t just humiliated — he was being replaced.Silas stormed down the hallway, his shoes pounding against the marble floor. His blood was still boiling. If Bridget wasn’t behind this, then there was only one other option. ‘Alice.’He found her in the sunroom, sipping her herbal tea like nothing in the world had gone wrong.“You,” he barked, making her jump.Alice turned, frowning. “Silas? What on earth is wrong with you?”He didn’t bother bein

“Well, seeing as you’ve asked me to meet your family for introductions,” Fidelia said, crossing one leg over the other, “I suggest you sign the marriage contract first.”Andrian arched a brow. “Hmm. I see what you’re doing.” He smirked faintly. “But no tricks, Fidelia. I already agreed to bring you. The deal with George still stands.”“Not a problem.”She reached into her bag and pulled out a brown envelope, placing it on the table between them with a soft thud.Andrian took his time opening it, scanning the papers as she spoke.“The terms are simple,” Fidelia said evenly. “Eight months. That’s how long this marriage needs to last. After that, we can dissolve it quietly.”Andrian’s eyes flicked up at her. “Hmmm..Eight months? That’s awfully specific.”“Eight months is all I need,” she replied, her tone sharp. “For my revenge. For putting things in place.”He skimmed further, then gave a small, amused snort. “You’ve outlined boundaries. No sharing private lives. Only act like a couple