Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy

Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy

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“Why me? Surely, you can find someone more… suitable for this. In fact I don’t have time for this. I thought you had something serious to offer. This was just a waste of time” I snapped as I was about to stand up angrily and disappointed. Armando’s gaze softened, just slightly. “Because you’re loyal to a fault. You know how to play the part of a dutiful partner. And because you hate James enough to want to see him fall. Plus because you need to take revenge on Samantha and James because they fooled you from the onset. James never loved you to begin with, he only came into the picture because Samantha wanted to take your inheritance in a subtle way since your Dad transferred everything to your name before he died, leaving her with nothing”

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A Night of Shattered Illusions

The soft purr of my car engine was the only sound piercing the stillness of the night, each vibration a cruel reminder of how alone I felt. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, the cold leather biting against my sweaty palms. The headlights illuminated the empty street ahead, but my mind was racing through a darkness I couldn’t escape.My birthday. Our fifth wedding anniversary.The night that should have been magical was nothing more than a cruel joke, played at my expense.I had spent weeks envisioning this day. The table at home was still set—fine china, flickering candles, and the bouquet of peonies James once claimed he loved. But the food sat untouched, the candles long extinguished, and the air was heavy with the smell of disappointment.Five hours. That’s how long I had waited for him, each second stretching into an eternity of hope and heartbreak.When midnight struck, hope withered into something bitter, sharp enough to cut through the haze of denial I had been living in...

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28 Chapters
A Night of Shattered Illusions
The soft purr of my car engine was the only sound piercing the stillness of the night, each vibration a cruel reminder of how alone I felt. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, the cold leather biting against my sweaty palms. The headlights illuminated the empty street ahead, but my mind was racing through a darkness I couldn’t escape.My birthday. Our fifth wedding anniversary.The night that should have been magical was nothing more than a cruel joke, played at my expense.I had spent weeks envisioning this day. The table at home was still set—fine china, flickering candles, and the bouquet of peonies James once claimed he loved. But the food sat untouched, the candles long extinguished, and the air was heavy with the smell of disappointment.Five hours. That’s how long I had waited for him, each second stretching into an eternity of hope and heartbreak.When midnight struck, hope withered into something bitter, sharp enough to cut through the haze of denial I had been living in
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A Dangerous Proposition
The morning light filtered through the curtains, slicing through the darkened room like the remnants of the storm inside me. My eyes burned from the tears I had cried all night, my body heavy with exhaustion. The events of the previous night replayed in my mind like a broken record: James’s cold, dismissive stare; Samantha’s smug smile; the stranger’s cryptic words. I turned to the side of the bed and rubbed my hand on it as I remembered how I’d always wake up and see my James sleeping peacefully and I rush to make breakfast for him, trying my best to be the perfect housewife. I tried and knew I had done everything right but where had I gone wrong?! I was going to make sure that James and Samantha pays for what they have done, for all the sacrifices I had made.The black card lay on the nightstand, its pristine edges mocking the chaos of my life. I picked it up, the embossed name staring back at me: Armando Moretti.Who is he?The question buzzed in my mind as I turned the card over,
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Entering Armando’s World
The gates of the Moretti estate were impossibly tall, intricate ironwork twisting and curling like a fortress against the world. As the car rolled forward, I gripped the edge of my seat, my stomach knotting tighter with every meter we covered. Beyond the gates, manicured gardens stretched out like a perfectly crafted painting, the sprawling mansion at the center radiating a cold, intimidating beauty.“This is just one of the properties,” Armando said casually, his voice breaking the oppressive silence in the car.I glanced at him, his profile sharp against the morning light. He looked calm, at ease, as though walking into a lion’s den was a daily routine. Maybe it was for him.“What if they don’t believe us?” I asked, my voice tighter than I’d intended. “Your family—they’ll see right through this.” Armando had requested that I come see his family because they were the reason he needed to fake marriage. He never wanted to get married after what a woman did to him. So he said.“They won
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The Thin Line Between Control and Chaos
The morning after Vincent’s warning, the air in Armando’s penthouse felt heavy, almost oppressive. I sat on the plush gray couch, staring at a folder Armando had placed on the coffee table in front of me. The sleek leather cover was unassuming, but I knew whatever lay inside would change the way I saw James—and possibly, myself.“This will answer most of your questions,” Armando said, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette stark against the bright city skyline.I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the edge of the folder. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.He turned, his gaze sharp but unreadable. “Because you need to understand who James really is—and why he deserves what’s coming to him.”His tone sent a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I flipped the folder open.Inside were documents, photos, and financial records that painted a picture far worse than I had ever imagined. James wasn’t just a liar or a cheat—he was a frau
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Unveiling the Mask
The glow of the city lights filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows on the sleek marble floors. I sat curled up on the oversized couch, my knees pulled to my chest, staring at the untouched glass of water on the table in front of me.The events of the past twenty-four hours played on a loop in my mind: Vincent’s cryptic warning, the attack in the parking lot, and Armando’s unwavering promise that I was safe with him.But was I?The man who had lunged at me with a knife was no random thug. He had known what he was doing, and he hadn’t hesitated. That kind of precision came from experience—and that terrified me.Armando entered the room, his presence as commanding as ever, a cup of coffee in his hand. He placed it on the table before sitting across from me. His tie was loosened, and the faintest hint of weariness shadowed his otherwise sharp features.“You’ve been quiet,” he said, his tone calm but probing.I glanced at him, the weight of unspoken questions pressing
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The Games Begin
(Olivia’s POV)The silk lining of my gown clung to my legs as I slid into the passenger seat of Armando’s Aston Martin. My fingers twitched in my lap, nervous energy I couldn’t quite hide. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence as Armando navigated the streets like they belonged to him—smooth, calculated, and always in control. We had a Gala to attend. First party to attend as a couple.“Do you have to look so tense?” he asked, glancing at me briefly. His hand rested casually on the steering wheel, his cufflinks catching the light from passing streetlamps.“I’m not tense,” I lied, smoothing my dress over my knees. I just didn’t know how to hide my tension.“You’re practically fidgeting,” he countered. “It’s a gala, not a battlefield.”“For you, maybe,” I muttered, turning to watch the city blur past the window. The truth was, my nerves had been shot ever since the attack. I could still feel the cold blade of the knife from that parking lot, hear Armando’s sharp command as he br
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An Offer She Can’t Refuse
(Olivia’s POV)The night hadn’t even ended, and I already wanted to leave.My encounter with Isabella had left a sour taste in my mouth. Her words—smooth and deliberately vague—lingered like smoke in my lungs. I just could not stop thinking about her and why Armando had denied deep relationship with her. It also got me wondering if my decision to align with Armando was a good idea. Armando hadn’t brought her up, not once, and the way he’d dismissed her as “no one important” felt like an insult to my intelligence.No one important didn’t make veiled threats or imply my life was part of some elaborate game.The ballroom still pulsed with chatter, clinking glasses, and that relentless undercurrent of tension. Armando was back to holding court, surrounded by business magnates and sharp smiles, while I stayed near the edges of the crowd. I sipped at a champagne flute that I didn’t really want, wondering how I’d let myself get dragged into all of this.Then I heard him.“Olivia!”It wasn’t
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The Price of Loyalty
(Armando’s POV)The city was quiet at this hour, the kind of silence that felt unnatural, like the calm before a storm. I stood by the window of the penthouse bedroom, nursing a glass of whiskey, my eyes fixed on the skyline. The lights stretched endlessly, each one representing someone else’s life, someone else’s struggle.And yet, my thoughts couldn’t leave her.Olivia was in the bathroom, the soft hum of running water breaking the quiet. I could still picture her from earlier tonight—the way she handled herself under James’s glare, the calm edge in her voice when she dismissed him like he was nothing. It was a game to her now, or at least that’s what she wanted everyone to believe.But I’d seen the way her hand trembled when she set down her glass. I’d felt the tension in her body when I touched her back.She was scared. And she hated that.I took another sip of whiskey, letting it burn down my throat. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. When I first brought Olivia into my world
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Unveiling Betrayals
(Olivia’s POV)The night after the gala, sleep didn’t come easily.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the city below. The events of the evening replayed in my mind on a loop—James’s fury, Armando’s cool dominance, and then Isabella’s cryptic warning. You’re his most valuable piece.What did she mean?I turned on my side, glancing toward Armando. He was sprawled in his chair by the window, still dressed in his slacks and shirt, nursing a glass of whiskey like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the world. His gaze was distant, his expression unreadable, but something about the tension in his shoulders told me his mind was as restless as mine.I should’ve just asked him outright. About Isabella. About James. About everything. But I didn’t.Instead, I fell asleep with that tension coiling tight in my chest, certain that nothing about Armando was as simple as he wanted me to believe.The next morning, the envelope was waiting.I found it on the fl
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Seduction and Deception
(Dual POV)Olivia’s POVThe storm came suddenly, violent and unrelenting, like it was trying to tear the city apart. Rain hammered against the penthouse windows in furious bursts, the sound echoing through the quiet space. The power had gone out an hour ago, leaving us with nothing but the flickering light of scattered candles.Armando moved through the room like the storm didn’t bother him at all. Calm. Controlled. Of course he wasn’t rattled—nothing ever seemed to reach him. Not the chaos outside, not the mess we’d found ourselves in, and certainly not me.I tucked my legs under me on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “I didn’t think storms like this happened here.” I broke the ice of silence.“They don’t,” Armando said, setting another candle on the coffee table. He turned toward me, leaning against the edge of the couch, his face partially illuminated by the warm light. “Not usually.”I tried to focus on the storm, but my thoughts kept drifting. Isabella’
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