All Chapters of Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Olivia’s POV)I took a shaky breath, my heart pounding as I turned Ferro’s words over in my mind. He had lied to me before, twisted truths into weapons to drive a wedge between me and Armando. But had Armando been entirely truthful? Had he really sacrificed everything for me, or was Ferro right?I didn’t know.But deep down, beneath the layers of doubt and fear, there was something else—something I couldn’t ignore.I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t let it go. Despite everything, I wanted to believe in Armando.“I’m going with him,” I said finally, my voice trembling but resolute and my eyes pinned on Armando as we locked eyes together. Tears was in my eyes as he looked at me genuinely as though he was thankful that I chose him. Ferro’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing. “You’ll regret that for sure.”“Maybe,” I said, lifting my chin. “But at least if I do, it’ll be my mistake to make and not your manipulation.”Armando stepped forward, his movements slow, deliberate. He placed

(Samantha’s POV)There’s a moment when the world decides you’re dead.I heard it in the way Ferro’s men laughed after the gunfire stopped, their footsteps retreating as they left me lying in a ditch. I felt it in the cold night air, in the blood pooling beneath me, and in the excruciating sting of the bullet that grazed my face.They thought they’d finished me. But Ferro underestimated me, just like James did. Just like everyone always had.I survived because that’s what I do.The night Ferro’s men turned on me was supposed to be my triumph. I had played my cards perfectly, feeding Ferro just enough information about James and Armando to make myself indispensable.But Ferro didn’t value loyalty. He valued leverage.“You’re too dangerous,” his lieutenant had said, his voice cold as the barrel of his gun pressed against my temple. “Ferro doesn’t keep liabilities.”I fought back, of course. I always fight. But

(Ferro’s POV)Samantha was predictable.I knew the moment she crawled out of the ditch where my men left her that she’d come back, snarling and desperate for revenge. It wasn’t her scar that made her dangerous—it was her pride. Samantha couldn’t stand the thought of being discarded, irrelevant. A piece of trash that she truly was.And so I let her move freely, watched as she plotted, fumed, and schemed her way back into the game. She didn’t know she was a pawn in mine.I followed her trail like a predator stalking prey, knowing exactly where she’d strike. Olivia was always the target of course she was the weakest to hit and use.When Samantha entered the lodge where Olivia was hiding, I gave my men a single order: “Wait.”They didn’t intervene, not when Samantha dragged Olivia into room, not when she slapped her, or even when the knife drew blood. I wanted to see how far Olivia would go to survive.I watched it all

(Dual POV: Armando and Olivia)Olivia’s POVThe evening was unraveling before my eyes.One moment, I was standing at Ferro’s side, feigning composure while navigating a room filled with polished predators. The next, I was staring at a waiter crumpled to the floor, clutching his hand as blood seeped through his fingers.The room had gone silent, the chatter and clinking of glasses replaced by the deafening echo of Ferro’s gunshot.“Let that be a reminder,” Ferro said calmly, his gun still aimed at the trembling man on the floor. “If you can’t do your job properly, you’ll face the consequences.”I wanted to scream, to shove Ferro away and help the waiter, but I was frozen in place, my pulse pounding in my ears. The waiter was just serving me a drink when he mistakenly spilled it on my dress and the next thing was the deafening sound of Ferro’s gun which was shot at the waiters right hand which he used in serving me.“

(Olivia’s POV)Weeks passed, and the world around me felt like it was spinning faster than I could keep up. Ferro had brought me into his inner circle, giving me access to meetings and information that no one else in his world dared to touch.I had become his confidante, his trusted ally—or so he made it seem.But something about him always felt off. Plus I guess Isabella’s words to me a few weeks back kept me on edge.Late one evening, when Ferro was called away to deal with a “security breach,” I found myself alone in his office. The luxurious space reeked of power—dark wood panels, sleek furniture, and an enormous desk that screamed authority.It wasn’t curiosity that made me linger. It was instinct.I moved behind his desk, my fingers brushing over the smooth leather blotter. A faint scratch along the edge caught my attention, and when I pressed it, a hidden compartment slid open with a soft click.My heart