All Chapters of Beyond The Billionaire’s Betrayal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gabriel's POV If life had been different, if I were the happy husband with a happy wife, I would be home right now, sleeping soundly in our bed. But life wasn’t different, and here I was. As confusion swirled in my head, I answered Lawyer David’s suggestion with urgency. “Can we meet now?” I asked, not minding what it was by the time. David hesitated. “Uh… now? Well, okay… ” In the background, I heard a woman’s voice, Lola, David’s wife. “You’re not going anywhere, David. It’s midnight!” Of course. Which happy wife would let her husband leave their bed for someone else at this hour? Her resistance was understandable, but I couldn’t wait. “I have to go, love. I’ll be back soon,” David reassured her before returning to me. “St. Louis Café. Now.” The call ended, and I didn’t waste a second. Grabbing my keys, I headed to my car. Waiting any longer wasn’t an option, not when my life felt like it was crumbling by the second. ***When David arrived at the café, his eyebrows lifted sl

Gabriel’s POV“Authentic Authentics got a partnership with Valentines Conglomerate?” My eyes widened as I watched the vice president of the Valentines Conglomerate shake hands with Diana.“Is Rebecca getting back at me?” I muttered, recalling the moment I saw her leaving Chris Bruno’s VIP room that night, her smirk lingering in my memory.“This can’t be a coincidence,” I said, pacing around the room.Problems piled up around me like a landslide, and I didn’t know which to tackle first. As I thought about Rebecca, another thought about Emmanuella stabbed through my mind. I sank into the chair. My head felt as if it were filled with lead. If I claimed to have control over my life, I’d be lying. I was lost, desperate for someone to lead me to clarity. But who could be that guide?This was Madena, a place where nobody had time for anyone else’s problems. There was no sense of community. If you were lucky enough to marry a decent partner, you might have companionship. But if you were fooli

Rebecca’s POVPatience wasn’t my strong suit, but I found it occasionally rewarding. As the partnership of Authentic Authentics with the Valentines Coglomerate aired across multiple news outlets, I leaned into my network to amplify its visibility and maximize sales.As a businesswoman, selling came naturally to me. Leveraging connections? That was second nature. My first step had been simple yet effective: ensuring the store made headlines. Now, nearly everyone in Mandena knew about Authentic Authentics. If not all, then certainly the majority.The second step was to ensure the event’s success by drawing in influential personalities. People are naturally drawn to success, and when they see prominent figures frequent a place, it cements an unshakable trust in its authenticity.I composed a message, deliberate and precise:“I will be hosting an exclusive event showcasing luxurious goods at Authentic Authentics. Your presence would be an honor.”I sent it to an elite group of contacts—the

Gabriel's POV“Aunt Racheal?” I exclaimed, rising abruptly from the couch as she strode into my living room unannounced, dragging a battered suitcase behind her.“Why have you been ignoring my calls, Gabriel?” She snapped, her sharp tone cutting through the air. She didn’t bother with greetings. “You know if you ignored me, I’d show up myself! You think you can avoid me forever?”I sighed, running a hand through my disheveled hair. “I’ve been busy, Aunt Racheal. Life’s been... complicated.”Her frown deepened as she dropped the suitcase by the wall, crossing her arms. “Complicated? What’s so complicated that you can’t answer your phone? Your uncle is sick, Gabriel! So sick he might die. Do you want him to die? Is that what you want?”Her voice trembled with faux urgency, but I wasn’t buying it.“Sick again, huh?” I said with a bitter chuckle. “Or is this another one of your scripts?”Her face twisted in indignation. “How dare you, child! Your uncle needs $10,000—at least—to get proper

Emmanuella’s POVI walked down the stairs, my smirk wide and my laughter echoing through the empty hall. That useless woman Gabriel called his "aunt" had finally left.Did he really think I’d fall for that? Gabriel was lying. I’d seen this game before in my previous marriage, and I wasn’t about to play the fool again. I knew how to handle deceitful men and their "secret visitors."Now, with a second-chance husband, was history going to repeat itself? Over my dead body.I collapsed onto the couch, flipping on the TV. The news wasn’t showing—just some wildlife documentary about predators hunting their prey. How fitting. I couldn’t help but let my mind drift to Roy.Earlier today, while I was at his place, he had gotten bolder with me. The food I’d brought? He barely glanced at it.“I want to eat you first,” he’d said, his voice low and full of promise, before sweeping me off my knees and carrying me to his bedroom.I smiled to myself, my fingers absentmindedly brushing my lips as I remem