All Chapters of Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SamanthaAs we stepped outside the building, the cold night air bit at my skin, but that wasn't what made me shiver. The tension radiating off Jack was suffocating, thick like smoke. His posture was rigid, his eyes dark and unreadable. Without warning, he kicked the car tire with such force that I jumped, my heart thudding in my chest."That bastard thinks he's going to make it to the wedding?" Jack's voice was low, a barely contained growl. His words felt like a knife, sharp and cutting. "Over my dead body will I sit back and watch him marry my sister."I froze, taken aback by the venom in his tone. This wasn't the calm, controlled Jack I'd gotten used to. He was angry, livid, and something about the way his jaw tightened told me this wasn't just about the wedding. There was a deeper hurt here, a wound that hadn't healed.Before I could process the shift in him, Jack pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a swift flick of his lighter. The orange glow illuminated his face, casting s

JackHer eyes widened, my words hanging in the air between us, thick and heavy with years of unspoken truth. I watched as her face twisted in disbelief, confusion, and something close to fear. She took a step back, shaking her head as if trying to shake off my confession.“No... no, that can’t be right. I—I barely know you, Jack,” Samantha stammered, her voice trembling. “How could I be the love of your life?”The question hit me harder than I expected. And maybe I deserved it. For too long, I had hidden behind a wall of silence, letting her see only fragments of who I was. She had every reason to doubt me now. But this—*this*—wasn’t something I could let her walk away from, not without knowing the full truth.“You don’t remember me, do you?” I asked, my voice softer, no longer the tough, composed mask I usually wore. It cracked, leaving me exposed, vulnerable.Her eyes searched mine, her confusion deepening as if trying to piece together a puzzle she never knew existed. “What are you

Samantha’s POVDespite my legs feeling like jelly, the news of Louis’s crimes finally coming to light filled me with renewed energy. Hope surged within me, washing away the exhaustion that had clung to me for days. It was as if I could take on the world, knowing the truth had begun to unravel. For the first time in a long while, I felt like justice was finally within reach.Jack stepped into the shower, and without hesitation, I followed him. The warm water cascaded over us, steam enveloping our bodies, creating an intimate cocoon. There was something incredibly thrilling about being close to him like this—vulnerable yet safe. For the first time, I felt truly seen and loved. Every touch was gentle, deliberate, and grounding. Jack wasn’t just the powerful man I’d read about in the headlines anymore. He was mine, and I was his.After the shower, we dried off and dressed. Jack looked as sharp as ever in his tailored suit, exuding that effortless authority that made him who he was. I, on

SamanthaThe next morning arrived in a blur, as if time had fast-forwarded overnight. I barely slept—tossing and turning until the first crack of dawn, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. The rush of excitement coursing through me felt like electricity pulsing beneath my skin, making my heart race uncontrollably. Louis would finally be exposed and by brother would be set free. The thought alone was enough to stir something uneasy inside me. I tried to shake off the feeling, but I couldn't deny that a sense of foreboding lingered just beneath the surface.Jack and I had spent the previous evening shopping for outfits—an experience that felt more like preparing for a high-stakes fashion show than attending a wedding. We’d spared no expense. Jack had insisted on finding the most exquisite dress, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. When we finally arrived at the venue, we were among the first guests, our presence like a power couple arriving on the red carpet. Heads turned, an

Jack's POVI slip my phone back into my pocket, catching the flicker of excitement in Samantha's eyes. She doesn't need to say a word. I know exactly what she's feeling. After everything Louis has put her through-the lies, the betrayal, the public humiliation-this is the moment she's been waiting for. He's about to get what's coming, and it's been a long time coming.Moments later, Clara arrives, all in white, oblivious to the ticking time bomb that's about to explode in her perfect world. Her dress trails behind her like some long, dramatic symbol of the life she thinks she's about to have. I glance toward the church doors, expecting the police to burst in any second. But nothing. No sign of them. Not yet. My pulse quickens.The ceremony pushes forward, inching closer to the exchange of vows. The knot in my chest tightens with every second that ticks by. The cops are taking too long. I lean toward Samantha, lowering my voice. "We need to stall. They should've been here by now."Her b