All Chapters of Engaged To The Billionaire After Betrayal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Valentina povI'm experiencing mixed emotions about what transpired tonight, but that doesn't prevent me from smiling at the thought of seeing Fred. Clutching my jacket tightly around me, I step out of the car and make my way toward his apartment.Upon reflection, I'm not entirely sure if my mother's lack of support for my relationship with Fred stems from his lack of wealth compared to the man they want me to marry or because of his infidelity. After all, Fred cheated only twice. If it weren't for Brenda's interest in him, maybe he wouldn't have strayed again. Brenda is untrustworthy, and I'm determined to prove it to her.Fred and I love each other deeply. He's a passionate and caring partner, showering me with affection and adoration. The love that had dwindled at home due to our financial struggles, Fred rekindled. He's shown me so much love, and I fell for him.Fred never gave up on me when I thought he might. I believed he'd grow tired of me, but he didn't. He kept coming back,

Valentina pov The plan was successful.I nearly burst into laughter when I first saw the expression on his face – a mix of confusion and anger.Clearly, he's an impatient man. I intentionally arrived late and dressed in this peculiar manner on purpose as well.I want to vex him. I have a specific reason for being here, and it's not because I genuinely intend to proceed with this absurd betrothal and wedding preparations.No matter how much I contemplate this, it agitates me, and I want to defy my parents for making a major decision like this on my behalf.I have every right to oppose them. I have every right to make my own choices. I'm not a child.Finding Brenda in Fred's apartment last night was a consequence of my decision to come here. It wasn't my original plan.I was betrayed by my two closest friends, and I want to take revenge on them.My mother was correct. Fred isn't suitable for me.Initially, I was giving him excuses to justify his actions, but it's now glaringly evident

Valentina povOne month later Life involves navigating various paths and deciding whether to confront the harsh realities or not.This is the reality.These were the thoughts I penned in the dressing room before emerging to confront the situation.This wasn't what I had envisioned for myself. It was the opposite of my dreams and desires.I had always been a firm believer in love, possibly because I'd experienced it with beautiful souls. I had never believed in marrying for any reason other than love, but here I was, doing exactly what I'd never believed in or thought existed.Distracted, I let the applause blend into the background as I approached the wedding arbor where the groom of the day, Rocco, awaited me. Today, I would become his bride. Not because we loved each other, but for other reasons and goals.I wanted my father to recover his former strength and confidence, and I also sought revenge on Fred and Brenda. Not

Valentina pov Determined to irritate him tonight, I sprawl on the bed, fully dressed. As soon as I hear the shower turn off, I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.I can't allow him to sleep in the same bed with me. We can't share a bed.I value my privacy and personal space. I've never had to share a bed with anyone except Fred, and I'm not prepared to reach that level with Rocco.I understand that we're supposed to sign the contract tonight, but I'm not going to give him the opportunity to sweet-talk me into letting him sleep in the same bed.The bathroom door opens, and I envision him stepping out with a bare chest, droplets of water trailing down his wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist.I can picture the glare he'll give me when he realizes I'm already "asleep" on the bed, sprawled with my legs apart to keep him from joining me.Tonight is our first night as a couple, and I want us to adhere to the contract's rules to make our time together more manageable. Allowing

Valentina pov My nose twitches, and I open my eyes to the sun's setting rays touching my skin. Memories of yesterday's events rush back to me along with thoughts of last night.Sitting up, I look around. The curtains are open. Did Rocco open them? I glance towards the door, which is still locked. Maybe the curtains were drawn aside last night.I get out of bed, feeling quite hungry, and move toward the door. Rubbing my eyes to shake off sleep, I unlock it and step out. Making my way to the kitchen, I eventually reach the living room, where I see Rocco sleeping on the floor. His blanket is half on him and half on the couch.Did he fall from the couch, or did he deliberately choose to sleep on the floor? I almost chuckle at the sight of him sprawled out, legs apart.I assume he might want to go to work since there's been no talk of a honeymoon, and I'm not too keen on having him around all day. Maybe I should wake him up; I can't be uncooperative all the time.Walking to the living roo