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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy 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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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,
Last Updated : 2025-01-02Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-02Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-02Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-02Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy 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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(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
Last Updated : 2025-01-02Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy 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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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Cliffhanger of Shadows
(Olivia’s POV)Ferro’s slap stung my cheek, but I refused to let him see the tears threatening to fall.“You’ll send Armando a message,” Ferro growled, his voice ice-cold. “Or I’ll send him pieces of you.”I spat blood onto the floor, my jaw aching, but I didn’t respond.Ferro chuckled darkly. “You think silence makes you strong? Fine. I’ll enjoy breaking you piece by piece. You’re not leaving this room until you understand your place beneath me.”He turned and stormed out, leaving me in the cold, damp room, my wrists bound and the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silence.The hours crawled by in darkness. My body ached, my wrists raw from the ropes, and my cheek throbbed from Ferro’s slap and my mouth still bleeding. I wasn’t sure how long I had been tied to that chair—minutes, hours, days? Time didn’t matter in this hellhole. Only survival did.Ferro’s words kept resounding in my mind, taunting me. “You’re nothing. A pawn pretending to be a queen.” Tears welled in my eyes. I n
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(Dual POV: Olivia and Ferro)(Olivia’s POV)Armando’s sacrifice should have been enough to keep me safe or rather so I thought.That’s what I told myself when I lay in his arms the night he gave everything away. But deep down, I knew better. Ferro wasn’t the kind of man who left loose ends. And now, tied to this chair in his cold, damp prison, I realized how naïve I had been.Ferro had no intention of letting me go—not until he’d broken me and used me to destroy Armando. He kidnapped me just the night after Armando liquidated all his assets. I was on my way to the restaurant to get my favorite food which is Pizza. The man driving me was blocked and shot dead right in front of me. I was hit on te head with the butt of a gun and everything went blank.——-I grunted and flashed my eyes opened with a banging head in a room. The room was spinning, my wrists raw against the rope that held them tightly behind the chair. The dull ache in my side where Ferro’s Men had struck me earlier pulsed
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Armando’s Redemption
(Armando’s POV)I watched from the shadows as Olivia left Ferro’s estate, her steps faltering, her face pale.She didn’t know I was there. She didn’t know I’d followed her, seen the way Ferro’s eyes gleamed with victory as he leaned in close to her, whispering words meant to ensnare her on his balcony.But I knew.Ferro wasn’t just playing a game—he was closing in. And if I didn’t act now, I’d lose her forever.——The office smelled of smoke and leather, the air thick with the pressure of decisions I didn’t want to make. Matteo stood across from me, his expression grim as he laid the latest report on my desk.“Ferro’s moving fast,” he said, his tone clipped. “He’s consolidating his power, leveraging everything he’s got. He’s coming for you, boss.”“And Olivia,” I said, my voice low.Matteo hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Especially her.” I exhaled heavily and gritted my teeth.The thought of Ferro anywhere near her sent a surge of rage through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. Ferr
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Fall of James
(Olivia’s POV)Ferro’s estate felt colder when I left.The deal had been struck, but as the gates closed behind me, a knot tightened in my chest. I was in over my head, aligning with a man like Ferro. But James had to fall—there was no other way. That was the one thing I craved and I was willing to give my all for that to happen. As much as I was angry and wanted to hate Armando, I just couldn’t and I hated myself for that.Still, Ferro’s parting words haunted me: “Remember, Olivia, trust is for fools. You’re better than that.”———-The office hadn’t changed, but James had.He sat behind his desk, the smirk I once found charming now a mask for desperation. The lines around his eyes were deeper, his posture less confident. But the arrogance was still there, festering beneath the surface. Just setting my eyes on the maniac made my blood boil.“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “The prodigal wife. To what do I owe this honor?”I stepped forward, the folder clutche
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy A Dangerous Alliance
(Dual POV)(Olivia’s POV)I ran.The echoes of their voices—James’s accusations, Armando’s desperate pleas—still clung to me as I stumbled into the night. My chest was tight, my vision blurred, and the ring on my finger felt like a shackle I couldn’t remove fast enough.Everything was a lie.The man I had trusted, the man I had begun to care for, had orchestrated the destruction of my family. Armando had played me, just like James and Ferro had, and now I was left in the ruins of their games.I tore the ring off my finger.It wasn’t a declaration. It was a surrender. And I knew just what to do to make everyone pay.Olivia’s POVI didn’t know how long I wandered the streets before I ended up outside Ferro’s estate.The guards at the gate didn’t stop me this time. They simply stepped aside, their expressions unreadable as I walked through the towering iron gates.Inside, the house was quiet, save for the soft hum of classical music floating through the air. Ferro was waiting for me in t
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Wedding Betrayal
(Olivia’s POV)The proposal was nothing like I imagined.Armando didn’t kneel. There were no flowers, no grand declarations of love. Just him, standing in the middle of the living room, his dark eyes piercing mine as he held out a velvet box.“This is what needs to happen,” he said simply.I stared at him, the uncertainty of his words pressing down on me. “What do you mean, ‘needs to happen’?”His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might backpedal. But that wasn’t Armando. He never faltered.“It’s the only way to solidify the alliances we’ve been building,” he explained. “A show of unity. Strength.”“So this is about business,” I said bitterly, folding my arms across my chest.“It’s about survival,” he corrected, his tone sharp.I wanted to laugh, to throw the ring box back at him and tell him to shove his survival. But when I looked at him—really looked at him—I saw something I didn’t expect.Fear.Not for himself, but for me.“Olivia,” he said, stepping closer, his voice
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy James’ Last Stand
(James’ POV)The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to dull the weight in my chest.My reflection in the office window stared back at me, the sharp lines of my jaw and the glint of my watch mocking me. Once, I’d been untouchable. Once, the name James Calloway had commanded respect. Now, I was a man clinging to the edges of a world that had spat me out, a world Armando Moretti ruled with iron fists and Olivia Pierce at his side.That bastard.I set the glass down, my fingers drumming against the desk. Every move Armando made was calculated, every step another reminder that I’d been outplayed. But that didn’t mean I was out of the game. Not yet.The knock on the door came precisely on time.“Come in,” I said, adjusting my tie.Ferro entered, his sharp suit and sharper smile giving him the air of a man who thrived on chaos. He took the seat opposite me without waiting for an invitation, his eyes assessing, calculating.“James,” he said smoothly, leaning back i
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Cracks in the Armor
(Dual POV)Olivia’s POVThe penthouse was eerily quiet when I returned, the weight of Ferro’s words clinging to me like a second skin.“With me, you could be so much more.”The idea gnawed at me, tempting and terrifying in equal measure. Ferro had made himself out to be the devil I knew—the one who told me the truths Armando wouldn’t. But deep down, I knew he wasn’t a savior. He was a predator, circling me because he saw the cracks Armando had left behind.But was he wrong?I didn’t trust Armando anymore—not fully. His secrets, his violent world, the files that laid my life bare—it was all too much. And yet, the thought of betraying him made my stomach turn.I found him in the living room, his figure partially illuminated by the warm glow of a single lamp. He sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together. He looked up as I entered, his dark eyes locking onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey.“You’re late, where did you go to?” he said
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Villain’s Proposal
(Olivia and Ferro POV)Olivia’s POVSleep was a distant memory.I tossed and turned, Armando’s words replaying in my head on a loop. “This is protection, Olivia. Do you have any idea how many people want you dead?”Every time I closed my eyes, the image of that secret room surfaced—the files, the photos, the lies disguised as truths. He said it was for my protection, but how could I believe that when everything about him felt like a game I didn’t know the rules to? It was more as though everything around me was a lie and to be truthful, I didn’t know what to believe anymore.He hadn’t come to find me after our argument. He’d stayed in his office, the door closed, leaving me alone to drown in my thoughts. Still while thinking about my life, I couldn’t stop to have flashbacks of how Armando fucked me. The memory was alway fresh in my head and each time my nipples get so hard at the thought of him. I really wanted to stop thinking about it but still couldn’t get it off my head. The way h
