All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Olivia and Ferro POV)Olivia’s POVSleep was a distant memory.I tossed and turned, Armando’s words replaying in my head on a loop. “This is protection, Olivia. Do you have any idea how many people want you dead?”Every time I closed my eyes, the image of that secret room surfaced—the files, the photos, the lies disguised as truths. He said it was for my protection, but how could I believe that when everything about him felt like a game I didn’t know the rules to? It was more as though everything around me was a lie and to be truthful, I didn’t know what to believe anymore.He hadn’t come to find me after our argument. He’d stayed in his office, the door closed, leaving me alone to drown in my thoughts. Still while thinking about my life, I couldn’t stop to have flashbacks of how Armando fucked me. The memory was alway fresh in my head and each time my nipples get so hard at the thought of him. I really wanted to stop thinking about it but still couldn’t get it off my head. The way h

(James’ POV)The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to dull the weight in my chest.My reflection in the office window stared back at me, the sharp lines of my jaw and the glint of my watch mocking me. Once, I’d been untouchable. Once, the name James Calloway had commanded respect. Now, I was a man clinging to the edges of a world that had spat me out, a world Armando Moretti ruled with iron fists and Olivia Pierce at his side.That bastard.I set the glass down, my fingers drumming against the desk. Every move Armando made was calculated, every step another reminder that I’d been outplayed. But that didn’t mean I was out of the game. Not yet.The knock on the door came precisely on time.“Come in,” I said, adjusting my tie.Ferro entered, his sharp suit and sharper smile giving him the air of a man who thrived on chaos. He took the seat opposite me without waiting for an invitation, his eyes assessing, calculating.“James,” he said smoothly, leaning back i

(Dual POV)(Olivia’s POV)I ran.The echoes of their voices—James’s accusations, Armando’s desperate pleas—still clung to me as I stumbled into the night. My chest was tight, my vision blurred, and the ring on my finger felt like a shackle I couldn’t remove fast enough.Everything was a lie.The man I had trusted, the man I had begun to care for, had orchestrated the destruction of my family. Armando had played me, just like James and Ferro had, and now I was left in the ruins of their games.I tore the ring off my finger.It wasn’t a declaration. It was a surrender. And I knew just what to do to make everyone pay.Olivia’s POVI didn’t know how long I wandered the streets before I ended up outside Ferro’s estate.The guards at the gate didn’t stop me this time. They simply stepped aside, their expressions unreadable as I walked through the towering iron gates.Inside, the house was quiet, save for the soft hum of classical music floating through the air. Ferro was waiting for me in t

(Armando’s POV)I watched from the shadows as Olivia left Ferro’s estate, her steps faltering, her face pale.She didn’t know I was there. She didn’t know I’d followed her, seen the way Ferro’s eyes gleamed with victory as he leaned in close to her, whispering words meant to ensnare her on his balcony.But I knew.Ferro wasn’t just playing a game—he was closing in. And if I didn’t act now, I’d lose her forever.——The office smelled of smoke and leather, the air thick with the pressure of decisions I didn’t want to make. Matteo stood across from me, his expression grim as he laid the latest report on my desk.“Ferro’s moving fast,” he said, his tone clipped. “He’s consolidating his power, leveraging everything he’s got. He’s coming for you, boss.”“And Olivia,” I said, my voice low.Matteo hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Especially her.” I exhaled heavily and gritted my teeth.The thought of Ferro anywhere near her sent a surge of rage through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. Ferr

(Olivia’s POV)Ferro’s slap stung my cheek, but I refused to let him see the tears threatening to fall.“You’ll send Armando a message,” Ferro growled, his voice ice-cold. “Or I’ll send him pieces of you.”I spat blood onto the floor, my jaw aching, but I didn’t respond.Ferro chuckled darkly. “You think silence makes you strong? Fine. I’ll enjoy breaking you piece by piece. You’re not leaving this room until you understand your place beneath me.”He turned and stormed out, leaving me in the cold, damp room, my wrists bound and the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silence.The hours crawled by in darkness. My body ached, my wrists raw from the ropes, and my cheek throbbed from Ferro’s slap and my mouth still bleeding. I wasn’t sure how long I had been tied to that chair—minutes, hours, days? Time didn’t matter in this hellhole. Only survival did.Ferro’s words kept resounding in my mind, taunting me. “You’re nothing. A pawn pretending to be a queen.” Tears welled in my eyes. I n