All Chapters of Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

~~Emilia POV~~"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" I screamed into the phone, my voice shaking so violently I could barely hold the device to my ear. "What do you mean Benjamin donated a kidney for Mrs. Whitmore?!"I stood frozen in the middle of my bedroom, waiting for the woman on the line to tell me it was a sick joke, a mix-up, anything."It’s not a secret, Miss Lambert," the event coordinator replied, her tone completely nonchalant. "It's all over the national business press and social media. Mrs. Whitmore publicly accepted Gerald’s relationship with Benjamin after learning about Benjamin's noble sacrifice, the entire corporate board is praising them. Anyway, I’ll have the courier drop off your invitation. Goodbye.""Wait! Don't hang up on me…!" The line went dead.Benjamin donated his kidney?! The exact same leech Gerald was fucking behind my back was now being hailed as a saint by the media, taking credit for the organ that was cut out of my body!"Emi?" Mia grabbed my shoulders, her eye

~~Emilia POV~~I woke up early the next morning to Mia yanking the duvet off my bed."Get up, Emy!" she barked, throwing a fitted emerald-green silk dress onto my chest. "You’re meeting Brody Callahan at his corporate headquarters in one hour!""Mia, this is crazy…" I groaned, sitting up and rubbing my eyes."Gerald just posted photos of his engagement party with Benjamin!" Mia yelled, thrusting her phone in my face. "Look at them! They're drinking champagne, celebrating on ‘your’ blood while your dad sits in a hospital bed! Get dressed and make the deal!"Rage instantly burned away my hesitation. I grabbed the dress.××××An hour later, I was standing inside the towering skyscraper of Callahan Enterprises. After passing through three levels of armed private security, I was escorted into the massive top-floor executive suite.Brody sat behind a massive black marble desk, looking effortlessly dominant in a bespoke dark suit. He looked up, his silver eyes stunning as always."Well, well

Brody POV,I had three medical vans and a legal team inside St. Jude's before Gerald Whitmore finished his morning coffee.That was the advantage of moving first. By the time anyone at that hospital thought to call him, my people already had Emilia's father prepped for transport, vitals stabilized, chart copied, IV lines transferred to portable units under the supervision of my own physicians. The Whitmore staff didn't try to stop us. One nurse stepped aside so quickly she nearly hit the wall. A doctor lowered his phone when he saw the security detail waiting by the elevators. Nobody asked where we were taking him. Not one of them dared reach for the chart.I didn't need to raise my voice. I rarely did. People usually knew better than to make me repeat myself.Gerald arrived eleven minutes later, trailed by two hospital administrators who looked like they'd rather be anywhere else on earth. His tie was crooked. His composure was worse."What the hell is this?!" he demanded, stopping

Brody's POV,My publicist lasted exactly four minutes before Emilia dismantled her entire strategy."Soft touches to his arm," Vanessa was saying, gesturing with a tablet full of storyboarded gestures like she was directing a commercial. "Lean into him when reporters ask difficult questions, let him field anything hostile. The public responds to a devoted, slightly overwhelmed fiancée–""Overwhelmed," Emilia repeated flatly."It reads as sympathetic.""It reads as fake." Emilia crossed her arms, unimpressed. "I'm not playing a woman who can't answer her own questions, Vanessa. If Serena's calling me a liar, I'm not going to stand there clinging to his sleeve like I need him to speak for me."Vanessa glanced at me, waiting for the correction I usually issued the moment someone deviated from a plan I'd already approved.I didn't give one."Let her answer naturally," I said instead, and watched three people in the room try not to look surprised. I rarely let anyone touch my strategy onc