All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Olivia’s POV)The morning after the storm was unnervingly quiet.The tension from the previous night wavered like static in the air. Armando had left early, barely offering a word as he slipped out of the penthouse. I didn’t stop him, and he didn’t explain where he was going. It felt easier that way—ignoring the lingering heat of his touch and the unanswered questions swirling in my mind.But the stillness of the penthouse was suffocating. Every room felt too big, too empty, and I needed something to occupy my hands. Anything to drown out the thoughts I wasn’t ready to face.The library seemed as good a place as any.The space was cavernous, the kind of room that could swallow you whole if you weren’t careful. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, packed with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in decades.I traced my fingers along the spines, letting the feel of the leather ground me. Most of the titles were unfamiliar—business texts, histories, and biographies of peo

(Olivia’s POV)It wasn’t the kind of decision you planned.One moment I was pacing the penthouse, trying to make sense of the storm brewing around us. The next, I found myself in Armando’s office, standing in front of his desk with trembling hands.The tension from our last conversation still sat heavy between us. He’d been gone most of the day, leaving me alone with my thoughts—the worst place to be. His words played on a loop in my head: Stay out of it.But how could I? Ferro was attacking, Samantha’s name had resurfaced in whispers, and Armando’s silence was like a wall I couldn’t scale. I could do anything to get back at that witch Samantha.So there I was, staring down at his files. His fortress of neatly labeled folders and encrypted documents.I told myself I was just looking for clarity, for something to make me feel less like a pawn in whatever game Armando and Ferro were playing. But the moment my fingers brushed against the edges of those papers, I knew I’d crossed a line I

(Dual POV)(Olivia’s POV)Ferro had left me alone with his words, the weight of his offer pressing down on my chest like a vice. Betray Armando, and Ferro would destroy James for me.It wasn’t just the deal that rattled me—it was the possibility that Ferro might be right about Armando’s lies.The door creaked open, and I stiffened, expecting Ferro’s return. But instead, I heard quick, muffled footsteps outside, followed by shouting.Then came the gunshots.One. Two. Three.Each one sent a jolt through my body, and the air suddenly felt too thin.What’s happening?I stood slowly, my legs shaky beneath me, when the door burst open with a force that knocked it against the wall. My breath caught in my throat.“Get up,” Armando commanded, his voice low and dangerous.And just like that, everything changed.His voice cut through the haze like a knife, sharp and commanding.I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up with what I was seeing. Armando was here, standing in the doorway like a

(Olivia’s POV)The plan was simple—or at least, Armando made it seem that way.We sat across from each other at the kitchen table, the lights casting sharp shadows across his sharp jaw lin. His jaw was tense, his brow furrowed as he outlined the steps we’d take to dismantle James’s latest stunt.“First, we discredit the video,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Matteo is already working on tracking the source and finding evidence of manipulation. We’ll leak the truth before the media has time to run with the lie.”“And James?” I asked, my arms crossed tightly over my chest.Armando’s eyes darkened. “He won’t get another chance to humiliate you. I’ll make sure of it.” He sounded so confident as he locked eyes with me.I nodded, though my chest still ached with the weight of everything and truly couldn’t believe that James was still bent on ruining me after the betrayal from him, after using and dumbing ne like a piece of trash. “And what about me? What do I do?”“You focus on staying s

(Olivia’s POV)The world Ferro had built was dark and opulent, the kind of place that thrived on shadows and whispered betrayals.The underground auction was held in a private estate on the outskirts of the city, its sprawling grounds guarded by men in sharp suits and sharper eyes. I wasn’t supposed to be here—Armando would lose his mind if he knew—but I couldn’t stay away. Not after hearing about the auction, not when I knew Ferro was selling secrets that could destroy him.The invitation in my hand felt like a betrayal. I’d found it tucked inside a folder on Armando’s desk, the sleek black envelope embossed with Ferro’s insignia. The mere fact that Armando hadn’t told me about it spoke volumes.I told myself I was doing this for him, to protect him from whatever trap Ferro had laid. But the truth was, part of me needed answers—about him, about Ferro, about the twisted web I’d been caught in since the moment I’d agreed to this arrangement.The estate loomed ahead, its marble columns