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Web of Lies
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(Olivia’s POV)The room was so cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones no matter how hard you tried to shake it off.I sat on a stiff leather chair, my wrists free but my body frozen in place. The walls were bare, industrial gray, and the only sound was the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. I wasn’t tied up or restrained, but the two men stationed at the door made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere.Ferro hadn’t shown himself yet, but I could feel his presence in the room—an invisible weight pressing against my chest, heavy and suffocating.The door creaked open, and there he was. Alessandro Ferro.He was taller than I’d expected, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, his every movement exuding power and control. His dark eyes locked onto mine as he entered, his lips curling into a smile that sent a chill down my spine.“Olivia Pierce,” he said smoothly, his voice low and calm. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”“I can’t say the feeling is mutual,” I replied, my
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(Dual POV)(Olivia’s POV)Ferro had left me alone with his words, the weight of his offer pressing down on my chest like a vice. Betray Armando, and Ferro would destroy James for me.It wasn’t just the deal that rattled me—it was the possibility that Ferro might be right about Armando’s lies.The door creaked open, and I stiffened, expecting Ferro’s return. But instead, I heard quick, muffled footsteps outside, followed by shouting.Then came the gunshots.One. Two. Three.Each one sent a jolt through my body, and the air suddenly felt too thin.What’s happening?I stood slowly, my legs shaky beneath me, when the door burst open with a force that knocked it against the wall. My breath caught in my throat.“Get up,” Armando commanded, his voice low and dangerous.And just like that, everything changed.His voice cut through the haze like a knife, sharp and commanding.I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up with what I was seeing. Armando was here, standing in the doorway like a
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Breaking Point
(Olivia’s POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, the events of the past few hours replaying in my mind like a broken record. Ferro’s words, Armando’s confession, the cold efficiency with which he’d rescued me—it all blended into a haze of confusion and exhaustion.I was too drained to cry, too numb to feel anything except the nagging ache in my chest. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, its incessant vibration cutting through the silence.Reluctantly, I picked it up.That’s when the world shifted and my eyes went wide and wild.The message was from an unknown number, a single link accompanied by two words: “Watch this.”I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen. Every instinct told me to delete it, to ignore it, but curiosity—or maybe masochism—got the better of me. I clicked.The video began, shaky and grainy at first, like something captured on a hidden camera. But when the image cleared, my stomach dropped.It was me.The footage showed me at a gala weeks ago, leaning into Armando’
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(Olivia’s POV)The plan was simple—or at least, Armando made it seem that way.We sat across from each other at the kitchen table, the lights casting sharp shadows across his sharp jaw lin. His jaw was tense, his brow furrowed as he outlined the steps we’d take to dismantle James’s latest stunt.“First, we discredit the video,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Matteo is already working on tracking the source and finding evidence of manipulation. We’ll leak the truth before the media has time to run with the lie.”“And James?” I asked, my arms crossed tightly over my chest.Armando’s eyes darkened. “He won’t get another chance to humiliate you. I’ll make sure of it.” He sounded so confident as he locked eyes with me.I nodded, though my chest still ached with the weight of everything and truly couldn’t believe that James was still bent on ruining me after the betrayal from him, after using and dumbing ne like a piece of trash. “And what about me? What do I do?”“You focus on staying s
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(Samantha’s POV)There’s a certain art to betrayal.The trick is to always stay one step ahead, to make people think they’re the ones pulling the strings while you tighten the noose around their necks. That’s what I’d done with James and Armando, manipulating them both while feeding Ferro just enough information to keep him hungry.But the thing about playing with fire is that it burns.And tonight, I was about to get scorched.The meeting was supposed to be routine—another dark, smoky room filled with Ferro’s cronies, another exchange of information that would leave me just a little richer and a little closer to untangling myself from this mess.But the moment I stepped into the room, I knew something was wrong.Ferro was already seated at the head of the table, his sharp suit impeccable, his cold eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to amusement. Beside him, James leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.“Gentlemen,” I said smoothly, stridi
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(Olivia’s POV)The world Ferro had built was dark and opulent, the kind of place that thrived on shadows and whispered betrayals.The underground auction was held in a private estate on the outskirts of the city, its sprawling grounds guarded by men in sharp suits and sharper eyes. I wasn’t supposed to be here—Armando would lose his mind if he knew—but I couldn’t stay away. Not after hearing about the auction, not when I knew Ferro was selling secrets that could destroy him.The invitation in my hand felt like a betrayal. I’d found it tucked inside a folder on Armando’s desk, the sleek black envelope embossed with Ferro’s insignia. The mere fact that Armando hadn’t told me about it spoke volumes.I told myself I was doing this for him, to protect him from whatever trap Ferro had laid. But the truth was, part of me needed answers—about him, about Ferro, about the twisted web I’d been caught in since the moment I’d agreed to this arrangement.The estate loomed ahead, its marble columns
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(Armando’s POV)The moment Ferro said her name, the world tilted.Olivia’s name on that screen. Her life, her family, her scars—laid bare for the vultures to pick apart.Ferro had crossed a line, and I was done playing his game and I couldn’t stick to my plan anymore.I stepped into the spotlight, tearing off the mask I’d worn to blend into this den of filth. My fury cut through the crowd like a blade, and they scattered as if sensing the storm I was about to unleash.“Enough,” I said, my voice low, sharp, and final.The crowd froze. Even Ferro, who thrived on chaos, faltered for a moment before regaining his smug composure.“Armando,” he said smoothly, spreading his arms like a ringmaster basking in applause. “What a surprise. Have you come to bid, or just to steal the show?”“You’ve gone too far,” I said, my words laced with venom. “Take her off the docket. Now.”Ferro smirked, tilting his head as if he found my anger amusing. “I don’t think you understand how this works. Once a sec
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(Olivia’s POV)The penthouse was quieter than it had ever been.The kind of silence that didn’t feel like peace but like the edge of a storm. Armando hadn’t said a word since we’d left the auction. He hadn’t needed to—the blood on his shirt, the fire in his eyes, and the bodies left in his wake had spoken loudly enough.I was exhausted, my thoughts a tangled mess as I walked aimlessly through the sprawling space. The events of the night replayed in my mind on a loop: Ferro’s taunts, the bids climbing higher and higher, and then the explosion of chaos when Armando made his move.Protector or predator?I didn’t have an answer anymore.I’d seen the lengths Armando would go to for me. I’d felt the raw intensity of his actions, the way he’d cut through Ferro’s men like they were nothing more than obstacles in his way. But the violence—the sheer, unrelenting force of it—had shaken something loose inside me.And then there was the auction itself, the truths Ferro had dangled like bait. My na
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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Fragments of Desire
(Dual POV: Olivia and Armando)Olivia’s POVThe car ride home was suffocating. Matteo sat behind the wheel, his large frame radiating the same unshakable calm he always carried. I stared out the window, the city blurring into streaks of light as the car hummed softly.I couldn’t stop replaying the last few hours in my head—Celeste’s concerned stare, Armando’s furious words, the chaos that seemed to follow me everywhere. I just couldn’t trust or allow myself to be vulnerable around Armando.Matteo’s silence only made my thoughts louder. He was Armando’s shadow, his ever-loyal right hand, and yet, somehow, he felt impenetrable.“Matteo,” I said cautiously, my voice cutting through the quiet.He glanced at me briefly in the rearview mirror but said nothing.“What’s Armando like?” I asked, my tone casual but laced with curiosity. I didn’t even know how and why I asked that question.“He’s the boss,” Matteo repl
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy A Heartbeat Away
(Dual POV: Olivia and Armando)Olivia’s POVThe first thing I felt was the warmth of his arms. My head rested against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat filling the silence.“Olivia,” Armando’s voice broke through the haze, low and strained. His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle but desperate.I blinked slowly, the light in the room too harsh for my pounding head. Every breath felt like a struggle, and the metallic taste of poison still lingered on my tongue.“You’re awake,” he said, relief flooding his voice.I struggled to sit up, but his hands steadied me. “How…?” I literally thought I was going to die after the pain I had felt before I passed out. The second time I was passing out in how many days.“An antidote,” he said curtly. “We were lucky Dominic got his hands on it in time to give it to the doctor.”My mind swirled with fragments of the summit, Celeste’s soothi
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Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Widow’s Web
(Celeste’s POV)The ballroom shimmered like a treasure chest of dreams—gilded walls sparkled under the glow of crystal chandeliers, while polished floors mirrored the lavishness of the night. As I crossed the threshold, I embraced an air of confidence, allowing the soft click of my heels to herald my entrance into this enchanting scene.The air was thick with ambition and pretense. I could see it in the forced smiles, the hollow laughter, the way everyone sized each other up while pretending to be friends.It was perfect.I let my lips curve into a soft smile, just enough to seem approachable, not enough to betray my thoughts. My gown, a deep emerald green, hugged my body like a lover, shimmering subtly with every step. I knew how to turn heads without looking like I was trying to—and tonight, I wanted all the eyes on me.But my gaze was fixed on two people.Armando Moretti and Olivia Pierce.They stood by the bar,
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Fractured Trust
(Olivia’s POV)The first thing I felt was warmth—an unfamiliar sensation that spread across my hand like sunlight breaking through clouds. My eyelids were heavy, as though they had been weighted down for an eternity, but I forced them open.The light above me was muted, soft against the pale walls of a hospital room. The sterile smell of antiseptic hit my senses as my vision cleared. I groaned in slight pain as I tried to move.And then I saw him.Armando was slumped in a chair beside me, his dark eyes rimmed with exhaustion and worry, his hand gripping mine so tightly it ached. His suit jacket was wrinkled, his tie loosened—a rare sight for a man who prided himself on precision. For a moment I was terrified seeing him and I flinged.When he noticed my movement, his head shot up, his expression transforming from despair to unbridled relief.“Olivia,” he breathed, his voice breaking. “You’re awake.” There was shock and joy in
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy Reflections of Shaadows
(Olivia’s POV)There were blinding lights.I lifted my hands to shield my face, squinting as the searing brightness pressed against my closed eyelids. It was endless, consuming, like staring into the sun. Slowly, the intensity ebbed, the light softening to a warm glow that bathed the space in golden hues.I lowered my hands cautiously, blinking to adjust. The world around me was unfamiliar—a vast expanse of white, pristine and unbroken. No walls. No sky. Just light.My breaths came unevenly as I turned in place, searching for something, anything to ground me. That’s when I saw it—a door, tall and ornate, standing alone in the void. Its wood was dark, polished, and adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shift subtly, like whispers frozen in time.I hesitated.The air felt heavier as I approached the door, my steps echoing faintly despite the lack of visible floor. Each step made my heart pound harder, the sound reverb
Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy The Rescue Gamble
(Armando’s POV)The ocean roared beneath us, the speedboat slicing through the choppy waves as my me prepared for what was likely a suicide mission because we were unsure how many men were with Ferro on the island. The salt spray clung to my skin, but it couldn’t wash away the weight crushing my chest. I couldn’t just get the face of Olivia out of my mind. My chest heaved and I really hated this feeling so much and really wished I would never feel this way.Olivia was out there, trapped in the clutches of a monster. Every second that passed felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I knew Ferro and I knew he was. Ruthless son of a bitch and I swore that if I see just a scratch on Olivia’s body, I would rip him apart and feed his balls to the vultures.Dominic’s voice crackled over the headset. “We’re five minutes out. The island’s heavily fortified—guards on every entry point. You’ll only have one shot at this.”“I don’t care what it takes,” I s
