All Chapters of Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JackClark’s words lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating like the oppressive silence that enveloped the room. A presidential pardon? It was a power play that stretched far beyond anything I had ever pulled off. I had connections—hell, more than most people could dream of—but asking for a pardon? That was a different league altogether.“How do we even begin to secure a pardon from the president?” I asked, my voice quieter now, trying to grasp the full weight of the situation. “This isn’t something that can be done overnight. The political red tape alone…”“There are no guarantees, Jack,” Clark replied, his tone gentler but no less severe. “The charges she’s facing are serious—accomplice to a high-profile crime. Even if you managed to get the president’s attention, there’s no telling how long it would take, or if he’d even grant it. But without that pardon, she’s looking at years—maybe decades—in prison.”Decades. The word hit me like a freight train, sending a wave of nausea cours

JackI stood there, excitement coursing through me as I waited for my father to finally call the president back with his decision. But in the space of a heartbeat, something shifted. The expression on his face changed, like he'd just seen a ghost. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. Confusion knotted in my stomach.And then, a voice echoed from behind me."Marry her? Wow, finally, the Smith family has begun to act like men. I never thought I'd live to see this day."The voice was cold and commanding, sending an involuntary chill down my spine. I turned slowly, catching sight of everyone around me wearing the same expression-shock, disbelief, maybe even a hint of fear.Madame Elena Gambino stood there, her smirk sharp as a blade, flanked by members of the infamous Gambino family-the most notorious mafia clan in the city. They strode into the church like they owned the place, each step oozing with the kind of confidence that came from years of wielding power."Sorry we're late," she cont

Samantha’s POVI was dragged out of the church, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into my skin. Every step felt like a public execution. The crowd parted, their wide eyes filled with a mixture of shock, judgment, and something far worse—pity. I hated that the most. Pity was for people who were broken, and I refused to be seen as one of them. Whispers followed me, rippling through the sea of faces, but I kept my gaze forward, head held high. I didn’t need their words to remind me of my fall from grace.The van loomed ahead like a dark omen. Its tinted windows reflected a version of me I barely recognized—disheveled, eyes hollow with exhaustion. The back doors swung open, and without hesitation, I was shoved inside. I stumbled, catching myself against the cold, hard metal of the van's walls. Louis was already sitting there, slumped in the corner like a broken puppet. His tear-streaked face looked pale and haunted, so far removed from the arrogant man who once thought the world rev

Samantha Just then, a few guards rushed in to help Clara to her feet. One of them, a tall, burly man with a baton gripped tightly in his fist, glared at me with unbridled fury.“How dare you lay your filthy hands on our boss! You must have a death wish,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. Without warning, he lunged at me, his baton raised high, the gleam in his eyes promising violence.Before I could even process what was happening, Sisco was already in motion. His body moved like a blur, swift and precise. In a heartbeat, his fist collided with the guard’s jaw, delivering a devastating blow. The sound of the impact echoed in the room, sharp and brutal. The guard crumpled to the floor, unconscious before he even hit the ground.I stared, frozen in place, my heart thundering in my chest. Sisco hadn’t even broken a sweat, hadn’t flinched. It was as if knocking out a grown man twice his size was just another routine for him. And maybe it was.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The

Samantha My heart raced, pounding in my chest like it was trying to break free. I could barely catch my breath as I stared down at Jack, still on one knee, holding the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. The room, the lights, the flowers—it was like something out of a dream. A dream I never thought could be mine.He wanted me. Jack Smith, the most decorated bachelor in the city, the one every woman wanted, was asking me to marry him. My mind reeled, trying to process the impossible. The proposal, the ring, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the universe—it was all too much. Overwhelming.I stood frozen, my hands trembling, unsure if this was really happening or if I was imagining it all. How could this be real? How could someone like Jack want someone like me? After everything, after Louis, after all the pain... how could I deserve this?Lola's voice snapped me out of my daze, cutting through the whirlwind in my mind. “Oh my God, Samantha! What are you waiting for