Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival

Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival

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She never expected to fall for him. Jack Smith, the city's most notorious playboy, was everything she thought she should avoid. She was just a nobody-or so she believed. But when her fiancé cruelly discards her for a business deal with a billionaire heiress and frames her brother for a crime he didn't commit, she's left broken and desperate. With no one else to turn to, she seeks help from the one man she swore she'd never rely on-Jack Smith, the billionaire who had always seemed out of reach. But as secrets unfold, she discovers she's not the nobody she thought she was. She's an heiress in her own right, with more power than she ever imagined. Now, her ex-fiancé wants her back, realizing too late what he lost. But has she already fallen for Jack, the man who's shown her a world of wealth, power, and a love she never thought possible? In a battle of hearts and fortunes, she must decide: reclaim her past or embrace the future with the man who stole her heart?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Samantha

"Aren't you going to touch your meal? It's going to get cold, and I know you don't like your food cold," I finally said to Louis, my fiancé, after a few moments of tense silence. The room felt unnaturally still, the only sound the faint ticking of the wall clock.

He had been distant ever since he returned from the office. He'd barely said a word to me, his usual warmth replaced by an unfamiliar coldness. I tried to convince myself that it was just the stress from work, that maybe running a business was taking its toll. But tonight felt different. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense of foreboding that I couldn't shake.

Louis sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he stared down at his untouched plate. "I'm calling off the engagement, Samantha," he said finally, his voice cold, devoid of any emotion. "I know it's a difficult pill to swallow, but it is what it is."

His words struck me like a bolt of lightning, my heart stuttering in my chest. For a moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. The spoon I had been lifting to my mouth slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the plate, splattering soup across the pristine white tablecloth. I stared at him, uncomprehending, as if he had spoken in a language I didn't understand.

"What?" I whispered, the word barely audible. "My love, I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? If you don't like the meal, I can make you something else. Please, just talk to me."

Louis's eyes narrowed, his mouth twisting in disdain. "Don't be ridiculous, Samantha. This has nothing to do with your silly meals. I'm on the verge of closing the biggest deal of my life, and Clara Smith, the billionaire heiress, is helping me make it happen. She loves me, and she wants something serious, something real. I'm not going to let you-or anyone else-stand in my way."

The room seemed to tilt around me. Clara Smith? The name echoed in my mind, each repetition slicing deeper into my heart. I had heard of her, of course-everyone had. The heiress to a vast fortune, beautiful, powerful, and utterly unattainable. And now she wanted my fiancé.

"You've been cheating on me with her," I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and growing rage. "You're going to throw away three years of our relationship for some business deal? For her?"

Louis shot up from his seat, the force of his movement sending his chair skidding backward. He slammed his fist onto the table, the impact rattling the dishes and causing the candles to flicker wildly. "How dare you talk about my business like that? It's how I put food on your table, how I keep a roof over your head! And don't forget, it's how I gave your ex-convict brother a job-the one no one else would even consider hiring!"

His words were like a slap to the face, stinging and humiliating. But more than that, they unveiled a man I didn't recognize-a man who viewed me as a mere obligation, a burden to be discarded when something better came along. My heart clenched in pain, but anger quickly bubbled to the surface, overtaking the sadness.

"This isn't going to end so easily, Louis," I hissed, rising to my feet with a newfound resolve. "I'm going to give Clara Smith a piece of my mind."

Before he could respond, I snatched his car keys off the table, my hand trembling with a mixture of fury and adrenaline. I turned on my heel and stormed toward the door, my vision blurring with unshed tears. But just as I reached for the doorknob, a strong hand clamped down on my arm, yanking me back with enough force to make me stumble. I gasped, spinning around to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Louis's grip tightened, his eyes blazing with an intensity I had never seen before. "You're going to do no such thing, Samantha," he growled, his voice low and threatening. His hand moved from my arm to my neck, his fingers digging into my skin just hard enough to send a shiver of fear down my spine. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You are not going to say a word about this to anyone, especially not Clara. If you do, I swear I'll make sure bad things happen to you. Do you understand?"

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The man standing before me was a stranger, someone dangerous and unrecognizable. The Louis I knew-the man I had loved, trusted, and planned to marry-was gone, replaced by this cold, ruthless version of himself. I nodded shakily, too stunned and terrified to do anything else.

Satisfied, he released me and snatched the keys from my hand, his eyes never leaving mine. "You and I, we were never in a real relationship. Is that clear?"

I could only stare at him, my mind reeling from the shock. With that final, cutting remark, he turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the echoing silence of our once-shared home.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, the tears I had been holding back broke free, streaming down my face uncontrollably. My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, clutching my chest as the reality of what had just happened crashed down on me. Three years of love, trust, and devotion shattered in an instant.

Desperation clawed at me as I stumbled to my feet and frantically searched the house, tearing open cabinets and drawers in a wild attempt to find something-anything-to numb the pain. But every cupboard was empty, offering no solace, no escape from the searing ache in my chest.

A hollow, bitter laugh escaped my lips as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror-mascara smudged, eyes red and swollen, hair disheveled. I looked like a woman who had lost everything. But I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of breaking me. Not tonight.

"Today is the last time I'll cry over you, Louis Martinez," I whispered to my reflection, the resolve in my voice growing stronger with each word. "Today, I'm going to have so much fun I'll forget you ever existed."

I reached for my makeup bag, forcing my shaking hands to steady as I reapplied my foundation, hiding the evidence of my tears. A swipe of bold red lipstick, a flick of eyeliner, and I was someone else-someone who didn't care, someone who was ready to let go of everything and just live for the moment.

Minutes later, I found myself at a bar on the outskirts of town, where the dim lighting and pulsating music matched the wild, chaotic energy coursing through my veins. I walked up to the bartender, the world around me already blurring slightly. "Give me the strongest cocktail you've got," I demanded, my voice strong and unwavering.

Two drinks in, the burn of the alcohol warmed my insides, loosening the tight grip of pain around my heart. The world spun in a delightful haze, and for the first time that night, I felt free-free from Louis, free from heartbreak, free to be whoever I wanted to be.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I climbed onto a barstool and shouted, "Who's the hottest guy in this bar!?" The words echoed through the room, drawing amused looks from the patrons. Some laughed, shaking their heads, but I didn't care. I was done caring.

The bartender, grinning like he had seen it all before, pointed toward the far corner of the room. "That guy over there," he said, nodding to a man sitting alone, sipping his whiskey in quiet contemplation.

I squinted, trying to focus through the alcohol-induced fog. Even in the dim light, I could see he was a vision-tall, broad-shouldered, with an air of mystery that only added to his allure. His face was shadowed, but I could make out the strong lines of his jaw and the way he seemed utterly absorbed in his thoughts.

Perfect.

I staggered over to his table, my steps unsteady but determined. The room spun slightly as I leaned down, my hand reaching out to grasp his jawline. His skin was warm under my fingers, his stubble rough against my touch. I tilted his face up to meet mine, staring into his eyes-deep, dark, and mesmerizing. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but blush at how utterly gorgeous he was.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression one of polite curiosity mixed with mild concern. "Is there a problem, miss? Is there something I can help you with?"

"Shut up and kiss me." I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. At first, he hesitated, his lips remaining still against mine. But then, slowly, he gave in, his kiss growing warmer, more passionate. The world around us faded away as we lost ourselves in the moment, our mouths moving together in a way that was both thrilling and comforting.

After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked on mine, searching for something. I held his gaze, my fingers still caressing his jawline, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

"I want you to make me yours tonight," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of defiance and raw, desperate need.

A slow, predatory grin spread across the stranger's lips, his dark eyes glinting with something that sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "Careful what you wish for, Samantha Blake."

The sound of my full name, spoken with such deliberate precision, sent a jolt of shock through me, cutting through the alcohol-induced haze. I recoiled slightly, my heart pounding in sudden panic as the realization hit me-this wasn't just some random guy at the bar. He knew exactly who I was.

I pulled back, my eyes wide with confusion and a growing sense of unease. "Wait a minute... who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?" My voice trembled, the confidence I had tried to project crumbling under the weight of his knowing gaze.

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66 Chapters
Chapter 1
Samantha "Aren't you going to touch your meal? It's going to get cold, and I know you don't like your food cold," I finally said to Louis, my fiancé, after a few moments of tense silence. The room felt unnaturally still, the only sound the faint ticking of the wall clock. He had been distant ever since he returned from the office. He'd barely said a word to me, his usual warmth replaced by an unfamiliar coldness. I tried to convince myself that it was just the stress from work, that maybe running a business was taking its toll. But tonight felt different. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense of foreboding that I couldn't shake.Louis sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he stared down at his untouched plate. "I'm calling off the engagement, Samantha," he said finally, his voice cold, devoid of any emotion. "I know it's a difficult pill to swallow, but it is what it is."His words struck me like a bolt of lightning, my heart stuttering in my chest. For a moment, th
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Chapter 2
SamanthaI pulled back instinctively, the warmth of his breath still lingering on my skin. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. How did he know my name? And why did the sound of it make my blood run cold?The mysterious man didn't flinch, as though he had expected my reaction. He held my gaze, his eyes dark and unreadable. With unsettling calm, he extended his hand toward me."Well," he said, his voice smooth and composed, "nice to meet you, Samantha. My name is Jack. Jack Smith."**Smith.** The name echoed in my mind, setting off alarm bells. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as if he enjoyed watching the realization dawn on me."My stepsister," he continued casually, "is closing a multi-million dollar deal with your fiancé."The room seemed to tilt, his words hitting me harder than the alcohol coursing through my veins. **Jack Smith.** Clara Smith's brother. No, her stepbrother. The connection was both obvious and terrifying. Suddenly, the man si
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Chapter 3
SamanthaI sped back to Louis's house, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't shake the gnawing fear that something terrible was unfolding. The events of the night before had left me rattled, and I needed answers-needed to make him explain what was happening. But when I arrived, the house was empty, as though he had simply vanished.My fingers trembled as I dialed his number, the phone pressed tight to my ear. Each call went straight to voicemail, his cold, automated message pushing me closer to the edge. I was caught in the middle of a nightmare, and the dread was sinking its claws deeper into me with each passing second.Morning came, and with it, a fierce determination. I stormed off to Louis's office, my mind set on forcing some answers out of him. But when I arrived, I was met with resistance. Security guards blocked my way, their expressions blank, almost indifferent."Louis gave specific orders not to let you in," one of the guards said, his tone matter-of-fact, as though I
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chapter 4
SamanthaI rushed to the bar as fast as I could, my heart hammering in my chest, thoughts swirling like a storm in my head. But when I arrived, the scene was far from the lively, bustling space I had imagined. Instead, the bar was eerily quiet, the remnants of last night's chaos left in the hands of a few cleaners. Chairs were upturned, tables wiped down, and the only sound came from brooms brushing across the floor. It was the early hours of the morning, after all.I scanned the room, feeling a wave of impatience. Where was he? My stomach knotted with tension, my hands clenching into fists. As I approached the counter, the bartender from the night before caught sight of me. His expression lit up with a curious smile, one eyebrow lifting as he wiped down a glass."Hey there, miss. Good to see you again," he greeted, his voice lazy and smooth, like he had all the time in the world. "Can I get you something?"I barely registered his question. My mind was already spinning with desperati
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Chapter 5
Samantha Jack's gaze didn't waver for even a second, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that felt almost suffocating. I could feel my pulse quicken, the tension in the room wrapping around me like a tightening noose. Every fiber of my being screamed for his help, but something in his cool, detached demeanor told me that pleading wouldn't be enough."It's about my brother, Mr. Smith," I said, my voice barely audible, trembling with the weight of the situation. "Louis... he's falsely accused him of stealing two million dollars. My brother has a criminal record from a previous conviction, and now he's been charged again. With this new accusation, proving his innocence feels impossible."I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I struggled to hold back the rising panic. "The only way out for him is if we can raise the two million dollars Louis says was stolen, or find a way to clear his name. But... we both know that's not likely. This whole thing was orchestrated just to destroy me."
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Chapter 6
JackShe stood there, unable to meet my gaze, every ounce of dignity and pride she had left hanging by a thread.I let my eyes roam over her, taking in the faint tremble in her lips, the moisture clinging to her lashes. She was struggling to hold back the tears, but I could see them building, threatening to spill over. She tried to stand tall, shoulders squared, chin up, but I saw through the facade. The cracks were already forming, and I was the one who had widened them.For a brief second, something sharp twisted in my chest. Guilt? Pity? I didn't care to figure it out. As soon as I felt it, I shoved it down, deep. I couldn't afford to let her see any emotion. Not now. Not ever. I turned away, giving the bartender my full attention, dismissing her as easily as the fleeting moment of empathy."Mix me something strong," I said, my voice even, cold.The bartender nodded, reaching for the top-shelf whiskey, when I heard her voice, surprisingly firm despite the emotional wreck she was m
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chapter 7
Samantha's POVMy eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I registered was the pounding in my head, like a jackhammer relentlessly drilling into my skull. I groaned, shifting slightly, and tried to sit upright. As the blanket slid off my body, a wave of cold air hit me-and then it hit me-I was completely naked.Panic surged through me. My heart raced as I scanned the unfamiliar room. Soft light seeped through the heavy curtains, casting shadows on the luxurious furniture. Where the hell am I? My mind scrambled for answers, but everything was a blur-fragments of last night scattered like broken glass I couldn't piece together.My pulse quickened as I tried to remember. I racked my brain, but it was as if someone had erased the reel of memories. Nothing but flashes: the clink of glasses, the taste of whiskey burning my throat, Jack Smith's face... *Jack*.As if summoned by my thoughts, the bathroom door creaked open, and Jack emerged, towel draped casually over his neck, his eyes locki
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chapter 8
JackI drove back to my penthouse, the hum of the city fading into the background as my thoughts raced. The lights blurred past the window, but all I could think about was *her*—Samantha. The image of her face, peaceful in sleep, clung to my mind like an unshakable ghost. No matter how hard I tried, she lingered, stirring something in me I couldn’t quite name.It wasn’t long before I arrived at the penthouse. A few minutes later, I was already slumped on the sofa, a cup of coffee in my hand. The bitter taste grounded me, but it couldn’t drown out the turmoil in my head. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the photos I’d snapped of Samantha while she slept—pure instinct, really. I zoomed in on her face, her lips slightly parted, the curve of her cheek catching the faintest glow of dawn. I smiled, the sight of her pulling at something in my chest. Vulnerability suited her in a way that made me feel... protective? No, that wasn’t it. I wasn’t the protective type. But still, I couldn’t
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chapter 9
Samantha.I stared at the papers in front of me, my mind spinning in circles. *Was this really happening?*"You... you're serious?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. It felt as if saying the words too loudly might shatter this fragile thread of hope dangling before me.Jack leaned back in his chair, the dim light casting shadows across his sharp features. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, one that never quite reached his eyes. "As a heart attack," he replied, his voice that smooth, low tone that always had an unsettling effect on me. "Sign the contract, and your brother's out on bail. But from this moment forward, you're working for me. Full-time."*Full-time*. The words echoed in my mind, louder than the ticking of the clock in the room. I glanced down at the contract again, the black ink swimming in front of my eyes. How had my life spiraled into this? A personal assistant? I didn't know the first thing about working in an office, let alone working for a man lik
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chapter 10
SamanthaJack's secretary handed me a new staff ID card as I left his office. *Fin Corp.* The cold metal badge glinted in the sunlight streaming through the windows, feeling heavier than it looked. It was more than just a symbol of employment; it was a reminder of the bargain I had made, the lines I had crossed, and the role I now had to play. With a resigned sigh, I slipped it into my bag and headed for the exit.Outside, the city bustled around me, oblivious to the storm brewing inside my chest. The Uber arrived in minutes, and I slid into the back seat, my stomach tightening with each passing block. As we neared *Light Enterprises,* Louis' territory, the knot in my chest twisted tighter. The sleek glass tower loomed ahead, casting a long shadow that felt like it was swallowing me whole.It had been days since I'd set foot here. Memories flashed in my mind: heated arguments, broken promises, the cold, detached look in Louis' eyes as he betrayed me for Clara. My heart clenched, but I
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