Pampered By Billionaires After Being Betrayed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Pain flickered through his eyes, but he didn’t look away. "It’s complicated—" "Stop saying that!" she shouted. "Stop pretending like I’m too fragile to handle the truth. I’ve stood by you through everything, Damien. Through secrets and scandals and threats I never asked for. But this?" Her voice cracked. "This feels like betrayal." His expression twisted, and for a moment, the ever-calm billionaire looked like a man on the edge of collapse. “It was never supposed to reach you. My father set that up before he died. A deal. One last cruel move to control me from the grave.”

“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?”

Chapter 1: A Desperate Bargain “I’ll marry you… but only if you save my mother.” Melinda Jason’s voice shook as she stood in the big fancy office. She was looking straight at Stanley Stewart, the powerful billionaire everyone feared. Stanley leaned back in his chair and stared at her with cold eyes. “You’re offering to marry me just like that?” he asked. “What makes you think I would help your mother?” Melinda took a deep breath. “Because I can give you what you want. You need a child, right? An heir. I’ll be your wife and give you that child. Just please… save my mom.”

I interrupted with a steady voice. Silence filled the room instantly. No one could meet my eyes. One of them named Victor, his presence hangs heavier than any of them. He was everywhere without being anywhere. He was the the invisible string-puller, the ghost in the system dictating bonuses, burying careers under NDAs. He built this empire from blood and numbers. I inherited his shadow and that shadow was starting to swallow me whole. When the meeting finally broke, Cassandra slipped into my office without knocking. Her face had the perfect sharp lines. She was different from the others because she had a strong poise and control.

What was wrong with that? She didn't have any relatives. She thought she had gained new family members after getting married, but her marriage was ruined by her cousin. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart by an invisible hand, making her unable to stand up straight from the pain. "Go home. Don't make a fool of yourself on the street," Nathan, a famous billionaire in LA, didn't want to be recognized on the street by others. But when Emily's hand grasped the car door handle, Nathan said, "Take a taxi, don't take this car. Sophia will sit in this car."

The trap she had laid out for him, thinking he wasn’t going to fall into it, he actually walked right into it without any hesitation. She knew he was shameless, but had underestimated the DEPTHS of his audacity. How he could betray his own family, just to satisfy his ego. If he could do that to his own family, then what would’ve stopped him from inflicting thousands of betrayal on her? A few days ago, she gave him a condition which she’d been certain he would never comply, but last night, the news flash on TV— Lucas scandal and arrest for his involvement in illegal business dealings, while Chris had escaped the trap she laid out for him.

It turned out that it was nothing more than a ridiculous illusion built on my money. Without it, they hated each other more than anyone. Kian took all of his anger and resentment out on Sandra, the weaker one. That night, we went viral on social media. [Gold-Digger Wife Cheats During Marriage, Uses Sick Daughter's Medical Funds to Support Her Lover. Shockingly Inhumane!] I clicked on the article. Writing in the first person, Kian painted himself as a victim deceived by beauty. With tears and outrage, he described how Sandra had seduced him step by step, telling him how her husband, Jack Lou, was a useless freeloader who depended on his wife.

“I’m okay. Just a little bruised but I cover it with makeup. Then I’m tired.” “Where are you now?” “Alex gave me one of his properties to stay in for the meantime,” I said, looking around the house again like it might disappear and I’d be back in a motel. “It’s beautiful, quiet. Almost too quiet.” There was a beat of silence before her voice changed into something almost playful. “Oh wow. So this is how billionaires flirt with women these days?” I groaned. “Lois!” “What? He gives you a place to sleep, a smart TV, and emotional support when you’re down. That’s romance with billions, babe.”

All that pain. Built on manipulation. “I built an empire thinking you chose money over me,” I said bitterly. “I know.” Her voice broke. “I watched from a distance,” she continued. “Every interview. Every article. When they said you were ruthless, I felt proud.” I turned sharply. “Proud?” “You survived.” Her words cut deeper than any insult ever could. “And now?” I asked. “They didn’t expect you to become this powerful,” she admitted. “But now you’re interfering with something.”