Novel & Cerita Pampered By Billionaire After Being Betrayed

Another captured Adrian speaking to her outside the awards ceremony. Taken from a distance, they looked far more intimate than they really were. The comments were even worse. *"No wonder she's suddenly successful."* *"She left one billionaire and found another."* *"She's just using rich men."* Amara slowly put the tablet down. The office was silent. Her assistant spoke carefully. "Should we respond?" Amara closed her eyes for a moment. She had worked too hard to let lies destroy everything. But she also knew how quickly rumors spread.

"Do you even know what you're doing? He consistently cheats on you, and you keep taking him back?" Who informed her about this? I wonder, tears welling up in my eyes. Was it Brenda? Brenda is my best friend, but she's close to my mother, and they discuss everything and anything. Did she disclose Fred's infidelity to my mother? She's always criticized him and urged me to leave him, but now I understand her strong desire for me to break up with Fred. She wants him for herself, but that's not going to happen. "We're offering you a good life," she continues. "This man is handsome and wealthy. He's the youngest billionaire in New York. What more do you want?"

“You’re so funny, Mr. Damian! You speak as if I still want to get your attention.” Damian’s face hardened. Elena continued, her voice calm but deadly, “Listen, Mr. Damian. I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t need validation from a man who betrayed his marriage just because he was obsessed with having a son. You think I will cry and beg you? You’re very wrong, sir. In fact, I’m truly grateful.” “Grateful?” Damian repeated with a mocking tone. “You’re grateful for losing everything?”

I said as I relaxed a bit in the car . I just can't believe that to get a girl, I had to use my power and wealth. If it had been any girl, it wouldn't be this hard, I would have gotten what I want from her but Emily is a different case. She is the first lady who hasn't been moved by my wealth or by how powerful I am. Other girls would have rejoiced at being my pretend bride but she made it clear that she isn't interested. "Sir we are here" my secretary said we he stood in front of a building.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

After getting off on the wrong foot These two found friendship and love when they least expected. THE BILLIONAIRE'S UNEXPECTED BABY After his bride-to-be betrayed him with his best friend just before their wedding Ken was determined to have nothing to do with Vivian, now seven months later she was working as a cleaner in his house; the good news: she's carrying his child, the bad news: he was about to find out who his real enemies were NANNY TO THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER One mistake that will either make or break them.

"You stole my designs? For her?" "Everything you make while under this roof belongs to me, according to our contract," Damian said with a cruel, dismissive finality. Petra snuggled closer to his chest, looking up at Valerie with wide, tear-filled, innocent eyes. "Valerie, I'm so sorry... I didn't know Damian did that. But since it's for our baby's future, I accept it. You shouldn't be so angry." Valerie couldn't take it anymore. "You disgusting, fake—"

She probably expected me to scream or faint, or both. “I...” I shook my head. “I don’t know.” Because how the hell was I supposed to feel? One moment I was finally pregnant after two soul-wrecking years of trying. And the next? My husband had betrayed me, my best friend had stabbed me in the back, and now I was apparently carrying the baby of a billionaire mafia heir who handed me a contract like it was a pizza menu. I forced myself to sit, my knees threatening to give out. I placed the envelope in my lap, still sealed, still too heavy for paper.

“You should have told me. You should have given me the choice.” His jaw tightened. then he winked,--and I perceived--guilt, or anger, I knew not which. Had I said so, you would have fled back to him. You weren’t ready.” My chest burned. It was not anger any longer this time: it was betrayal, and it was flame licking my ribs, stinging all that was internally in me. Just like him I said and lisp educed at the breaks. “You decide for me. You control the story. And then you call it protection.”

Emotionally, too, I was a storm bottled inside me. Anger clawed through me, hot, sharp, unrelenting. Every humiliation, every betrayal, every scar surged back, and my fists clenched so tight my palms stung. Nails bit into flesh. I barely felt it. I turned on the TV. My stomach sank. Cassian and Scarlett,triumphant, smug, flaunting a life I had been ripped from,stared at me from every screen. The headlines screamed: Billionaire gets engaged to beautiful ally after ousting traitor wife X.