Lahat ng Kabanata ng SECRETS OF A BILLIONAIRE'S BETRAYAL: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Amelia's POVAs the evening sun cast its warm golden glow over the city, I stood at the entrance of the luxurious ballroom, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. Dressed in a borrowed, slightly ill-fitting cocktail dress, I felt utterly out of place amidst the sea of glamorous gowns and expensive tuxedos. It was a charity event, and I had managed to secure a job as a waitress for the night, hoping the tips would be enough to keep my family's eviction at bay for a little longer.Balancing a tray of champagne flutes, I weaved through the crowd, serving the elite guests with a polite smile plastered on my face. Each passing moment brought me closer to the end of the night, and with it, the chance to earn a bit more money. But little did I know that my life was about to take an unexpected turn.As I made my way through the crowd, my eyes met the intense gaze of a strikingly handsome man. His chiseled features, smoldering blue eyes, and perfectly styled dark hair made him look like

Amelia's POVThe gentle breeze rustled the leaves outside my window as I sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea. The serenity of the morning was shattered by the sound of my phone ringing, its jarring tone cutting through the peacefulness of the apartment. I frowned, wondering who could be calling at such an early hour.Reluctantly, I picked up the phone, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the caller ID. It was Olivia, my loyal friend who had stood by my side through the tumultuous journey of my pregnancy."Amelia, you won't believe what I just heard," Olivia's voice came through, laced with urgency. "Isabella Blackwood—Ethan's mother—knows about you. She's planning something, something big."Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach, and my grip on the phone tightened. Isabella Blackwood, a name I had come to associate with power, manipulation, and an unwavering determination to protect the family empire. I had heard stories of her shrewdness and her unyielding control over e

Amelia's POVThe weight of the revelation bore down on me, threatening to consume my every thought. The photograph, the striking resemblance between the woman and myself, left me grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Who was she? How was she connected to me? And most importantly, what did it mean for our journey?Ethan's eyes searched mine, his voice laced with concern. "Amelia, this changes everything. We need to find out the truth, no matter the cost."His words echoed in my mind, stirring a newfound determination within me. I couldn't ignore the connection, the possibility that my past held answers to the secrets that had plagued us. It was time to confront the shadows that had haunted me for far too long.Together, we embarked on a relentless quest for the truth, digging deep into the layers of my past. We followed every lead, sought out every hidden corner, and spoke to those who might hold the key to unraveling the mystery.Each step of the journey brought us closer to the tru

Amelia's POVI cautiously entered the study, my heart pounding in anticipation. It was a room I had rarely ventured into, filled with the remnants of a life that once was. The shelves were lined with books, their spines worn from years of use, while a large mahogany desk stood imposingly in the center of the room. It was here, amidst the stillness of the study, that I hoped to uncover the truth that had eluded us for so long.As I scanned the room, my eyes fell upon an old wooden chest tucked away in the corner. Something about it drew me in, as if it held the key to unlocking the mysteries that had haunted our lives. With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood.With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the ans

Amelia's POVI sat in the quiet solitude of my living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light around the room. My mind was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, my heart heavy with the weight of the past. It had been a day of unexpected twists and turns, and now I found myself grappling with a revelation that shook the very foundation of my existence.The doorbell rang, jolting me out of my reverie. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and rose from the comfort of the couch. As I approached the front door, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally mustering the courage to turn it and face the unknown.And there he stood, a figure from my past that I had long believed to be lost forever. My father. His once vibrant eyes were now clouded with a mix of regret and longing, and the lines etched on his face told tales of a life filled with hardships."Amelia,"