Fiancé's Betray The Ceo's Flame Mga Nobela at Kwento

And I don't think I'll be able to ever erase the look of betrayal that will cross Finley's face. I told myself that the last thing I can afford to do is develop a crush on my fiancée. Well, been there, done that. I'm crushing on mio tesoro like crazy. Now I'm in a dangerous spot and I truly have no idea how this is going to play out. I guess there are only two options—with me fucking Finley on our wedding night or Finley hating me for the rest of her life because I leave her. So which one do I choose?

Now, the same person had been shielding another woman against me. “So, you aren't even pretending to hide your affair with…” I choked, looking back at Elena, I added, “I thought we were like sisters!” “I said it's not her fault.” He snapped back, “If you’re going to be mean to her, let's go somewhere else to talk." I looked at the woman I called my sister and the man I called my soulmate. The betrayal was a physical weight, crushing the air from my lungs. "This is my house, Julian," I said quietly, my voice trembling despite my effort to remain calm. It was the first gift from Julian after our relationship became official. He had told me that as long as he was alive, no one could ask me to m

Tony's jaws clenched and he narrowed his eyes as he read the texts from Celia's Ex-husband. Marco: [Mia Cara. I miss you. Come back home. Are you still upset with me? I just fucked a bitch... so what? You're the one who's special to me.] Marco: [I don't care that you can't have kids. Other women can give me kids but you are my Queen. I only love you.] Marco: [Did you cheat on me? Is that why you divorced me? Stop playing around. If you don't come home, I'll come for you.]

I opened T*****r. My heart sank. There were photos of us on the red carpet. Hundreds of them. Me leaning into Damian. Damian’s hand on my waist. Us dancing. The captions were brutal. *“Thorne’s New Trophy Wife.”* *“From Rags to Riches: The Gambler’s Daughter.”* *“Is Elara Vance a Gold Digger? Sources Say Yes.”* One article, from a gossip blog called *City Secrets*, had over a million views. It detailed my father’s debts, my mother’s failed businesses, and my own lack of career success. It painted me as a desperate woman who had trapped a billionaire into marriage.

The news cycle exploded: "Billionaire Heiress Humiliated—Fiancé Caught Cheating with Ex in Scandalous Office Tryst." But the narrative shifted fast. "Young CEO Aurelia Vance Takes Decisive Action—Cuts Ties with Toxic Fiancé, Protects Company Legacy." "A Woman Scorned: How Aurelia Vance Turned Betrayal into Boardroom Victory." I watched it all from my office, feet up on the desk, a glass of champagne in hand. My phone buzzed. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰: 𝘙𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘕𝘰𝘸.

he shot daggers at me with his eyes but I mainly laughed, like the villain they forced me to be. “Imagine you wake up to the headline tomorrow morning, "The young CEO of Fontaine Global, Harvey Fontaine, betrayed his wife who built everything with him for three years, for her rising celebrity best friend, Tori Finley," both your lives and career are OVER,” I made grand gestures in the air with my hand and watched their faces twist in horror. “Olivia, can't we just talk this out?” Tori especially, became panicked, she rubbed her palms together nervously.

"I was the one who helped you build your company from three employees to over 100. I was the one who secured every single client your company had. "When you had problems with the cash flow, I was the one who swallowed my pride and went to beg Arlene to give you a chance. I helped you for eight years, but what did you give me in return? "You made me your secret boyfriend for eight years, you got legally married to someone else, you gave our marital home to another man to live in, and you wanted me to hand over the deal I'd begged for to your new flame. Diana, don't you think you've been just a little too greedy?"

Chloe sat on the edge of the couch, one hand pressed to the side of her belly where the twins were kicking hard, like they could feel the chaos too. Her phone screen glowed with fresh headlines. Billionaire's Fiancée Dumps Him for Richer Man, Surrogate Drama Explodes. "Shit," she whispered, thumb scrolling faster. Comments flooded in, calling her the replacement, the desperate one, the plus-size stand-in. The penthouse door flew open. Damian strode in, jacket already off, tie loosened, eyes locked on her. “Vanessa left. For good. Marry me for one year to fix my image or the deal ends. No shared custody, No access, Your choice.”

“She’s the past. Someone who doesn’t know her place.” Then he met Aruna’s eyes directly. “Look closely, Aruna. This is Celine. My fiancée. The woman who will be my wife.” Aruna’s world collapsed again. Her heart pounded painfully; her vision blurred with tears. “Revan…” her voice cracked, barely a whisper. “You promised me. You said we’d get married once you got better. You said I was the only one you—” “Enough!” Revan cut her off sharply. “That was before. I don’t need a poor, pathetic woman like you. I’m tired of your little sacrifices you always flaunt as if they meant something.”

“If you don’t get that marriage annulled immediately, don’t bother coming home. You’ll be disowned. Publicly. And I’ll make sure your accounts, every last cent tied to this family, disappears.” I couldn’t breathe. The line went dead. Moments later, a new alert popped up on the news screen. Julian was on CNBC. Looking heartbroken. Polished. The headline at the bottom of the screen read: “CREST CEO CLAIMS EX-FIANCÉE IS UNSTABLE IN SHOCKING INTERVIEW” “She’s unstable,” he said. “I tried to help her. I did everything I could.” Then came the knife. “I cheated… but it wasn’t intentional. She pushed me away. I didn’t recognize the woman I was about to marry.”