روايات وقصص ضمن Fiancé's Betray The Ceo's Flame

His presence loomed, commanding silence without even lifting a hand. “My wife’s past,” Dante said, his voice slow, deliberate, like a blade being unsheathed, “isn’t for public consumption. You’ll keep your questions about this marriage, or you’ll leave with nothing at all.” The reporter swallowed, visibly shaken, and lowered her mic. But the damage was already done. My pulse pounded in my ears, heat crawling up my neck. I could almost feel the headlines writing themselves—Fiancée turns bride overnight. Scandal or strategy?

She asked him directly in disbelief. "Yes, I and Isabella are married. And I expect you to treat her with the respect as such.” If she hadn't felt her heart completely break before this moment, she certainly felt it now. So many things had happened between the day and before that it was hard to believe that this wasn't some sort of fever dream. Her fiancee, well former fiancee, was actually married to the very woman who had stolen her work and had destroyed her, her reputation, her life work, her life basically, just for this strange woman.

when I already wore his ring. And yet, even as the pain consumed me, a dark, searing anger began to rise. This wasn’t just betrayal. It was cruel. It was a slap in the face of everything we had built together. Then, before I could fully process the betrayal, another message popped up. "Come to Club Ecstasy if you want the truth."

"Let her jump. Just make sure someone gets a good angle of the fall on camera." I smirked. "I've already got the headline ready: 'Gold Digger's Rich Dream Shattered, Stages Suicide for Sympathy While Ex-Boyfriend Begs for a Second Chance Outside'. I think the public will find it quite entertaining." … Six months later, at a high-profile charity auction, I was the center of attention that night—the newly appointed CEO of Simpson Group. The spotlight trailed my every move, tracing the lines of my designer gown. I was flawless and composed, without a single falter.

"Before you two met, he used to ask me about you. He always wanted to know your name because you were always with me. But instead of me, it was you he found. Did you know I once caught him stalking your F******k profile? He saved your picture and kept it in his wallet." "So can you blame me, Celeste? I only loved him! I hate you because instead of me, it’s you he married! I hate you all, especially your father! If it weren’t for him, our company wouldn’t have gone under! You’re lucky my father’s men didn’t kill you! You’re lucky Lexus saved you!" she screamed, drawing the attention of everyone around us. Guards stepped in to restrain her, but she pointed accusingly at me.

Calculated. And Elena had to act before the pieces moved against her. Later that afternoon, Kane summoned her to a private office—a rare show of urgency. “Elena,” he said, closing the door behind her, “I think it’s time you knew a fraction of the truth about Victoria.” Elena’s brow lifted slightly. “A fraction?” He nodded. His usually emotionless gaze held a flicker of something she rarely saw—vulnerability. “She… and I,” Kane began slowly, choosing each word carefully, “we had a history. Years ago, before Kane Industries became what it is today. I made promises I couldn’t keep. She left, believing I betrayed her trust. She hasn’t forgotten.”

"This comes as a surprise to me! Who would ever dream of leaving you?" I flushed, but continued. "My best friend betrayed me. It's a complicated story and I won't bore you with all the childish details. But I was caught in an embarrassing situation with another man, who I thought was my fiancé. I know how it sounds." I was already regretting saying all this shit and tried to repair it. "It's not even all that relevant to the story, because my fiancé wasn't the man I thought he was. I guess that's why I'm focused on my career right now, and not necessarily on starting a family." Francesca nodded slowly. "What about the other man? Who was he? Is he still in the picture?"

Nathan handed Damian the phone silently. And the moment Damian saw the screen,real fury exploded inside him. Because the photographs were intimate and private. Amelia fell asleep against his chest during vacations. Her wearing his shirts inside their home. Him kissing her forehead during moments nobody should have captured. All these are personal moments. Stolen moments. And worst of all,the headlines attached beneath them were vicious. Cold CEO Secretly Obsessed With Wife Before Public Divorce. Did Damian Vale Betray His Pregnant Wife For Another Woman?