All Chapters of BETRAYED BUT MARRIED TO A BILLIONAIRE. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*BETRAYAL AND HEARTBREAK* BRIDGET I took a slow sip of my tea, my eyes flickering toward him. “You’ve been quiet all morning,” I remarked, my voice soft but laced with concern. “Is everything okay?”“I took a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for him. “Derrick, there’s something I need to tell you.”Derrick hesitated, his gaze dropping to the table before he finally looked up at me. His eyes, once filled with warmth and affection, now seemed distant, almost cold. “I’m sorry to say this, Bridget,” he began, his voice steady but devoid of emotion, “but I think it’s high time we ended things and went our separate ways.”The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My hand jerked involuntarily, spilling a portion of my tea onto the table. I stared at him, my mind struggling to process what he had just said. “What… what are you talking about?” I stammered, my voice trembling. “Derrick, this isn’t funny.”Derrick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not joking

DERRICKI leaned back against the couch, the leather cool against my skin, the weight of the day finally settling in. The glass of whiskey in my hand felt like a trophy, the amber liquid catching the dim light of the room.I swirled it slowly, observing the way it clung to the sides of the glass before sliding back down. The taste was sharp, sooty, and perfect. Just like tonight. Just like everything I’d been working toward. Everything was working perfectly as planned and that gave me a sense of joy.Vera curled up beside me, her body warm and familiar against mine. Her head rested on my shoulder, her dark hair spilling over my arm. I could feel the curve of her lips against my skin, that victorious smirk she wore so well. She was always like this after a win—confident,proud, and utterly intoxicating. I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound low and satisfied.“Well,” she uttered, her voice filled with amusement, “that was easier than expected.”I tilted my head to look at her, my smirk

*KARMA'S A BITCH* DERRICKI paced my office, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The tension in my body was unbearable, like a coiled spring ready to snap. My fingers drummed impatiently against my phone as I stared at the unanswered message on the screen. Hours had passed since I’d sent it, and still, nothing from Bridget. Not a single word. She was ignoring me. I could feel it in my gut, that gnawing certainty that she was deliberately avoiding me. The thought made my frustration spike, sharp and hot, like a flame licking at the edges of my control. I had expected her to call back immediately—or at least within the first hour. But she hadn’t. And that silence? It was eating away at me, louder than any words she could have said.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I turned toward the window. The city skyline stretched out before me, a glittering expanse of glass and steel, bright and endless. But it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside my head. If anything, t

THE BABY ARRIVES.BRIDGETA month had passed, and I focused on myself and my unborn baby. With Davis’s unwavering support, I threw myself into preparing for motherhood, determined to move forward and leave the past behind.I attended prenatal classes, read countless parenting books, and even started redecorating my apartment to create a cozy nursery.Every day was a step toward building a new life. one that didn’t include Derrick or the heartbreak he had caused. I was determined to be strong, not just for myself but for the little one growing inside me.Davis was my rock, always there with a listening ear, a comforting hug, or a much-needed distraction when the weight of it all became too heavy.6 Months Later I sat in the hospital room, cradling my newborn son in my arms. The soft glow of the morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm golden hue over the room. Tears welled in my eyes as I gazed at his tiny face, his perfect little nose, and the way his tiny fingers c

THE CAFE DERRICK I sat in the corner of the café, a steaming cup of tea in front of me. My eyes firmly fixed on the road outside, watching as a fleet of cars passed by in a steady stream. The rhythmic hum of the city felt distant, almost muffled, as if I were underwater. My spoon clinked against the ceramic cup, stirring the tea endlessly, though I hadn’t taken a single sip. My mind was elsewhere, racing through a maze of regrets and what-ifs. Bridget. Her name echoed in my thoughts like a haunting melody. How had I let her go? How had I been so blind? Vera’s disappearance after my suspension at Atlas Corp had been the final blow. It was like the universe had pulled the rug out from under me, forcing me to confront the mess I’d made of my life. I had chosen Vera over Bridget, and for what? A fleeting sense of validation? A false promise of stability? Bridget had been my rock, my constant through every storm. And I’d thrown her away like she was nothing. I was a fool, I thought