Bridget’s world shatters in a single night. Just as she prepares to share the joyful news of her pregnancy with Derrick, the man she’s loved for six years. he drops a devastating bombshell. He’s leaving her… for her best friend, Vera. Betrayed and abandoned, Bridget is left heartbroken and alone, carrying a child whose father coldly denies its existence. With nowhere else to turn, she seeks refuge with her sister, determined to rebuild her life from the ruins of her broken heart. But fate has other plans. When a powerful and enigmatic billionaire crosses her path, offering unexpected kindness and protection, Bridget finds herself drawn into a world she never imagined. Will she find love again in the arms of a man who sees her worth? Or will the ghosts of her past continue to haunt her, threatening the happiness she and her unborn child deserve? Betrayed but married to a Handsome Billionaire is a heart-wrenching tale of love, betrayal, and second chances, proving that sometimes, the deepest wounds lead to the most beautiful new beginnings.
View MoreThe Shadow of the past: A fight for Liam.It was my second day off. The director had given me some days off to go spend time with Liam, who had just been released from the hospital. I sat on the couch, my gaze fixed on Liam as he slept peacefully in his cradle. His tiny chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, a reminder of how fragile life could be. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, hope, and now, relief. Liam was finally home, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to breathe. Liam, He was my world, my everything. When I almost gave up on life, he was the only thing keeping me going. He was my lucky charm, and I was just so overwhelmed by joy to see that he was finally recovering well.As I stood up to go get the drugs the doctor had prescribed for Liam, my phone rang out, the screen flickering. I averted my gaze towards the phone, wondering who that might be calling me by this time of the night. I picked up the phone and saw an u
“Ey, Amigo, I’ve been waiting on you for the Smith guy’s details and the transfer. You waste more time, and it’ll cost you double of that money, you understand?” Tyrell’s voice crackled through the phone, low and menacing, like the growl of a predator circling its prey.I clenched the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening in the grip. The weight of his words pressed down on me, a reminder of the stakes I was playing with. These Gang members weren’t the kind of people you play around with. They were the kind who made people disappear when they were disappointed. And right now, I was dangerously close to becoming one of those people.“Hey, man, I’m on my way to the location where I’ll get you what you want. Trust me, I won’t take long,” I replied, my voice shaky despite my efforts to sound calm. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. I wasn’t sure how much longer this would take, and every second felt like a ticking time bomb.Tyrell grunted, a sound that could have meant anything,
A Glimmer of GraceBrieThe hum of the office was a distant buzz as I rested at my desk, my fingers hovering over the keyboard but not typing. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the image of Liam lying in that hospital bed, his small frame dwarfed by the machines and tubes surrounding him. The memory of his laboured breathing, the way his tiny hand had gripped mine, sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing over me. I should have been there sooner. I should have noticed he wasn’t feeling well before it got that bad.“Brie?” Lisa’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. She stood in the doorway of my office, her expression a mix of concern and apology. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come see Liam at the hospital. I didn’t even know he was sick until Mark told me. How is he doing now? Is he okay?”I forced a smile, though it felt brittle on my lips. “It’s fine, Lisa. You don’t owe me an apology. And Liam’s doing better, thank God. The doctor said he’ll be discharged today.
A Deal with the DarknessDerrickI sat in my car, the engine off, the silence pressing against my ears like a weight. The parking lot was empty, save for a few scattered vehicles, and the faint glow of a street light flickering above. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as if holding on tighter could somehow steady the storm inside me. Bridget’s face flashed in my mind. Her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the way she used to look at me before everything fell apart. And then there was Liam. My son. The boy I’d barely known, the life I’d missed out on. The guilt gnawed at me, a relentless ache that had only grown sharper since I’d seen him again.I’d spent years running from it, burying the regret under layers of denial and excuses. But seeing Liam at the hospital, really seeing him had shattered all of that. He was a bit older now, with Bridget’s eyes and a quiet confidence that made my chest tighten.I wanted to be part of his life. I needed to be. B
The Weight of ChoicesBRIEIt was 6:22pm in the evening. The fluorescent lights of the emergency room buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the tense atmosphere. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, a persistent reminder of where I was and why I was here. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. fear, guilt, exhaustion, all battling for dominance.“I’ll be taking my leave now, Brie,” Smith muttered, his voice soft but firm. He rubbed his hand on my shoulder, the warmth of his touch offering a fleeting sense of comfort. “I have to be at a short meeting with some clients. I was headed there before I got your call and decided to rush here to meet up with you.”I looked up at him, forcing a smile that felt more like a frown. “It’s fine, Smith. Thanks for stopping by.”He nodded, his kind eyes filled with concern. “My pleasure, Brie. And get some rest, okay? He’ll be fine.” With that, he turned and walked toward the exit, his polished shoes clicking against the ti
Derrick I left the hospital in a daze, My chest felt heavy, like a weight had settled deep inside me, pressing against my ribs with every breath. The image of Bridget leaning into Smith, his hand resting on her shoulder, played on a loop in my mind. *Fiancé.* The word echoed in my head, a sharp, unrelenting reminder of what I had lost or maybe what I had never truly had.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I walked quickly to my car. The parking lot was quiet, the occasional sound of a distant siren or the hum of a passing car breaking the silence. But all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears like a drum.I slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The engine roared to life, and I sat there for a moment, staring at the hospital through the windshield. Liam was in there. My son. And Bridget was with him, with *him*. Smith. The name felt like a punch to the gut every time I thought abo
A Stranger In Her Life.Derrick The sterile hum of the hospital filled the air, a constant reminder of the fragility of life. I sat in the waiting room, my mind drifting back to the past, back to Bridget, to baby Liam, to the life we once shared. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the memories were vivid, as if it were just yesterday. Vera’s betrayal and downfall had brought me a strange sense of closure, and now, with Bridget back in my life and my son Liam who I've made up my mind to be there for, I dared to hope that things were finally falling into place.Bridget had gone into the emergency room to check on Liam, who was undergoing treatment. My heart ached for him, for her, for the time we had lost. She had always been beautiful, but the woman I just saw was a completely different version of Bridget. She was stronger, more radiant, as if the trials she had endured had polished her into something extraordinary. She was no longer the same girl I had once known; she was a woman who h
The Weight of a Single Call*The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a glow over the small waiting area outside the emergency room. I paced back and forth, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, as if the pressure could hold me together. My sneakers squeaked against the linoleum floor, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent space. Davis sat on a plastic chair nearby, her leg bouncing uncontrollably, her hands clenched into fists on her lap.Every second stretched into an eternity. My mind raced with terrifying possibilities. What if they couldn’t bring Liam’s fever down? What if it wasn’t just a virus? What if it was something worse…something irreversible? The thought of losing him, my sweet, bright-eyed boy, was like a knife twisting in my chest. I couldn’t breathe."Bridget," Davis said softly, her voice cutting through the fog of my thoughts. She reached out and grabbed my wrist, forcing me to stop pacing. "He’s strong. He’s going to be okay."I nodded, but the
The Call from the Kindergarten Bridget The office buzzed around me, keyboards clicking, phones ringing, voices murmuring in hushed conversations. I shifted in my chair, rolling my shoulders back to relieve the stiffness that had settled in from hours of work."Bridget, have you checked the updated client list?" My colleague, Mark, leaned against my desk, holding a steaming cup of coffee. His tie was slightly loosened, a sure sign that the day was beginning to take its toll on him too.I tapped my fingers against the desk, staring at the endless rows of numbers on my computer screen. "Not yet," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I was just about to go through them."Mark smirked. "You need a break. Want to grab a coffee?"I smiled, considering it, but before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen, Davis, My sister rarely called during work hours. A strange feeling settled in my stomach as I reached for the phone."Hey, Davis, what's up?" I answered, still h
*UNEXPECTED NEWS* BRIDGET The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of our cozy apartment, bathing the room in a golden glow. The soft rustling of leaves outside and the distant hum of the city created a soothing background noise as I sat at the small dining table, absentmindedly stirring my now-lukewarm cup of tea. Despite the calmness of the morning, my mind was anything but at peace.I leaned back in my chair, pressing my fingers against my temples as I thought about it again. The missed period.It had been over a month now, and while I had initially brushed it off as stress or a simple hormonal imbalance, the nagging worry wouldn’t leave me. The thought had lingered in the back of my mind for days, but this morning, I couldn’t ignore it any longer.With a deep breath, I stood up and walked toward the bathroom. My heartbeat quickened with every step. The pregnancy test I had bought the day before was still sitting on the sink, waiting to confirm or dispel my suspicions...
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