Novel & Cerita Pampered By Billionaires After Being Betrayed

His eyes roamed over my ruined body with dark satisfaction. “Morning, island whore,” he said with a smirk. “You look exactly how I want you, dripping and ready for more.” Before I could respond, the other five billionaires entered the room, all freshly showered but already hard again. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. “Fuck, she’s still leaking,” one of them, a silver-haired tech mogul named Victor, groaned. “I want her first.” Damien chuckled. “Be my guest. But we’re doing something special today. The Hunt.”

"It is scary but I haven't seen you like this - happy in this way - ever. You might get hurt or you might find the guy for you." Kit looked into Gemma's eyes worriedly. "I don't want to fall in love with him just for it to not work out. Or worse. I fall in love with him and he turns into an asshole overnight." "I'm not going to lie, there's always that risk. Even when you're not dating reformed billionaire playboys," Gemma admitted before sipping her drink. "There's also the risk that you'll end up with a Max." Gemma turned her head and hollered down the hallway, "Baby!"

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux

They forced him to break up with his girlfriend and spread a humor which he couldn’t afford or deny. He felt so weak and spineless, cause while all this went on, Catherine was in pain. When he returned to the city after schooling abroad, they reached out to him. Adam invited him for a dinner for old times sake and was shook by the amount of wealth he had amassed. Ruby only sent apologetic looks his way but he didn’t care, all he wanted was payback. “I trusted them, Catherine. And now, their actions have consequences.” “I feel betrayed too, Tommy. You didn’t find it fit to tell me all this?”

Right? Wrong. It didn’t happen all at once. That’s the thing about betrayal, It doesn’t arrive like a storm. It creeps in like a shadow. Quiet and unnoticed, until it’s too late. Business. That’s where it started. They had built something together. Something big and powerful. And my mother, she believed it was theirs. Equal. But Riley’s mother? She didn’t believe in sharing. She believed in owning and slowly, she started taking control. Documents changed, decisions shifted, power tilted.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

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.

Damian was a wild explosion but Declan was the silent, creeping tide that would drown you slowly. The betrayal burned worse than Damian’s public cruelty. At least Damian had been honest about his desire to destroy me to possess me. Declan had lied, pretending to be a savior while planning a soft takeover. I began to regret ever letting him taste my lips. I recalled the night of the Gala, the powerful moment when Damian poured his heart out, offering to destroy his own ruthless strategy just to get me back. Declan was standing right there, his hand possessively on my back, knowing that he already held the signed papers that gave him control of my family’s future. The kiss felt like a transact

“The clever one used the other as a stepping stone. He promised loyalty, friendship, and power, only to stab him in the back when it suited his goals. Do you know who those men were, Olivia?” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Let me guess. Armando and James?” Ferro’s smile widened. “Smart girl. Armando built his empire by betraying James. Everything your ex lost, everything that drove him into desperation—it all started with your fiancé.” The words hit like a slap, but I kept my expression neutral. “Why should I believe you?” In fact everything was utterly confusing for me. What he was saying wasn’t even making sense. It was as though everyone was lying to me.

Without her consent, he had arranged for her to marry a man named Harry Anderson—a ruthless, paralyzed millionaire who had agreed to clear his debts in exchange for her hand in marriage. As if her father’s betrayal wasn’t enough, the man she had loved and trusted had also stabbed her in the back—with her own sister, no less. And now, here she was. Standing in front of the massive mansion that would be her new home. Beside a man who didn’t even want her there. “Stop standing there.” Arabella snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Harry. He had already entered the house without waiting for her—his newly wedded wife. She let out a quiet sigh, watching as his wheelchair rolled further inside.