Pampered By Billionaire After Being Betrayed Novels & Stories

She was damaged goods, a mute girl with no real prospects who should have been grateful that someone from a family like mine was willing to take her on. I'd tolerated her silence, her awkwardness, the way she could never satisfy me properly because she couldn't make a sound. And this was how she repaid me. By running off to another man, a better man, a richer man, without even having the decency to break our engagement privately first. I pulled up Callum Thorne's profile on my other monitor, reading through his biography with growing resentment. Self-made billionaire, built his company from nothing, one of the youngest CEOs to reach that level of success.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

“We failed you. We will spend the rest of our lives making it right. The Rossi Empire is yours now. Shipping ports in twelve countries, tech investments, luxury real estate, and private equity funds worth over twelve billion. You will never want for anything again. Whatever you want to run, destroy, or build, it is yours.” Twelve billion! The number refused to settle in my head. I kept seeing Carla’s face as she shoved me toward the living room where her friends waited with hungry eyes. “Smile pretty, you ungrateful bitch, or I’ll make sure they take what they want anyway.” I had bitten one of them and ended up beaten terribly. Now these strangers were offering me billions like it was pocket

“If I’m really your wife… then we do this together.” Damien’s dark eyes burned into mine. He looked every inch the ruthless billionaire — shirtless, blood-streaked, cock still thick and glistening from being buried inside me. He gripped my chin hard, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip. “You have no idea what you’re asking, little wife. This isn’t a fairy tale. People die.” “I already sold my body and future to you,” I shot back, stepping closer until my nipples brushed his chest. “I’m carrying your— a child. And my own father betrayed me. I’m done hiding in rooms while the world burns around us.”

He explained, his voice calm but at the same time low. “Your heart would hurt more when you been betrayed by someone you love, and having sex with your girlfriend was the best way to make that happen.” He continued. “You wanted to hurt just to feed your ego that was bruised.” I accused and he chuckled lightly. “Yes. I paid your girlfriend money just to fuck her for a night and set up cameras so to send them video to you but you caught us midway. Clare found out that I had only used her that why she is determined to get back at me.”

She could not overstep here. "No. You misunderstood me. It's just that …" Her eyes widened all of a sudden. "Eddy Morrison must be the mysterious bidder! He must've made the bid for you!" No wonder Caroline looked as calm as ever when she made the bet. She knew the bracelet was authentic and had purposely made her fall into her trap! Caroline beamed. "Regardless of who gave me the bracelet, you owe me 20 million now!" "In your dreams! I will never give it to you!" Brie's face was as red as a tomato as she walked out of the store in her awkward saunter. The way she walked made her look outrageous, especially since she was wearing such an elaborate, tight-fitting dress.

Nate replied quickly: *"Stay calm, Jane. Don't let him bully you. Remember why you're here." I tried to soothe my racing brain. I recalled all the evidence, the messages hacked, the confessions of my fans.". I recalled the oath I had sworn to produce the truth for my mother and for the other victims. But Damien's untimely arrival—his penitent face—opened old wounds. I was bitter against him for being involved in the betrayal, but at a deeper, aching place, too, a sense of longing for the love that we shared.

But when the empire she secretly built collapses in spectacular fashion, taking fifty-four million and her reputation with it, Macy’s perfect life begins to rot from the inside out. Betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from the person you trusted most. With scandal looming and her powerful parents closing in, Macy stumbles into the orbit of Damien Rivera, a self-made billionaire who owns the night and rules it with cold precision. Older. Dangerous. Untouchable. Damien doesn’t care who her father is, or how flawless she pretends to be. He sees her cracks, her hunger, her fear… and he wants all of it. What starts as an arrangement turns into something darker.

Make you understand. Only you... The only one that stole my heart away... 🎶 🎶 I didn't know how I would react. If I would laugh or get mad by his serenade. I looked away while he was singing. Nonetheless, I couldn't deny that I was deeply moved by the way he sang the song. Who would have thought that a billionaire like Alexander Ricafort has this side of being cheesy? After Alex was done singing, I was surprised when he suddenly kneeled before me while handing me an enormous diamond ring.

After hitting send, I felt a wave of sadness, but I’m determined to get a new phone. “Oh, this lovely phone screen is broken,” I vented, but my frustration wouldn’t hold me back. I decided to check F******k and encountered the biggest news of my life: "Miss Anna is not the real wife of billionaire Adrian; they're in a contract marriage that ends after a year. Anna is a whore who forced herself on Adrian; he doesn’t like her." I know exactly who spread this malicious news, and I won’t stand for it. How dare they label me a whore? What crimes have I committed?