All Chapters of BETRAYED BUT MARRIED TO A BILLIONAIRE. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THE MEETING BRIDGETLisa nudged me excitedly, her voice barely audible over the noise. “Brie, that’s you! Get up there!”With shaky legs, I rose from my seat and slowly made my way toward the stage, my pulse racing. As I climbed up, I could feel all eyes on me, but none were as intense as the pair of stormy grey eyes watching me intently.Smith Spencer got up from his seat and walked toward me, his gaze locked onto mine. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and for a moment, I wondered if he remembered me too. But his expression gave nothing away, his demeanour calm and composed.“Bridget Hales,” he said, his voice smooth yet firm. “Can we take a moment to talk about your recent performance?”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “Of course, Mr. Spencer.”He studied me for a moment before continuing, his tone measured and professional. “I’ve been thoroughly impressed with your work on the recent projects. Your dedication and leadership skills have not gone unnoticed

D NIGHT SMITH SPENCER The evening air was crisp, carrying the soft melody of birdsong through the open balcony doors. From my vantage point, the city stretched endlessly before me, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The skyline shimmered as glass towers reflected the last remnants of daylight, casting long shadows over the streets below. Inside, my penthouse was a sanctuary of wealth and refinement. polished marble floors, towering glass walls, and chandeliers that dripped with crystal. The ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the plush velvet furniture, while the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air. I stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around me as I adjusted the silk belt of my golden robe. The fabric draped effortlessly over my frame, cool against my skin. A thick, white towel rested around my neck, absorbing the dampness from my freshly showered body. The air-conditioned space carried a sweet, savoring aroma—truffle, rosemary, and the unmis

DERRICK The room was a mess. A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled from my hand, its contents splashing with the unsteady movement of my hand. The dim light from the flickering lamp drew shadows across the walls, making the space feel even more suffocating. The air was thick with the stench of alcohol and regret, a toxic combination that mirrored the storm that's raging inside me. I slumped into the couch, my body heavy, my mind a chaotic whirlwind of anger, guilt, and despair.I tilted my head back, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat. It didn’t help. Not really. The whiskey only dulled the edges of my pain, but it couldn’t erase it. Nothing could.Vera had taken everything from me—everything I had worked so damn hard for, everything I had built. The house, the car, the property I bought—all of it was gone, divided up like spoils of war. Leaving me with nothing but scraps. A hollow shell of the life I once had.There’s a saying that during heartbreak, your wealth and p

*The Confession*DERRICK The silence in the room could be felt, almost suffocating. My mother stood in the kitchen, her back to me as she fixed us something to eat. The clinking of utensils against the plate was the only sound breaking the quiet. I could feel her gaze flickering toward me every few seconds, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. It was obvious she was dying to ask what had happened, why she hadn’t seen Vera or any of her belongings in the apartment. The space where Vera’s things once were was empty, and my mother knew something was definitely wrong.I sat on the couch, my hands clasped tightly together, my mind racing. Frank, my best friend and the only person I had called after Vera’s betrayal, sat across from me. His presence was a small comfort, but even he couldn’t shield me from the storm that was about to come. My mother’s questions were inevitable, and I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever.Finally, she broke the silence. Her voice was calm but f

BREAKING NEWS BRIDGETThe soft light from the TV flickered on the living room walls as I sat on the floor, gently bouncing my baby on my lap. His tiny hands reached up, grabbing at my necklace, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was my world, my everything. The warmth of his little body against mine was comforting, a reminder that even in tough times, I still had something good in my life.Davis was lying on the couch next to me, flipping through a magazine she had picked up earlier. She glanced at the TV now and then but seemed lost in her own thoughts. The news was on in the background, talking about the usual stuff—traffic, politics, and the weather. Nothing out of the ordinary.I lifted my baby’s hand and shook his tiny fingers. He giggled softly, his eyes full of joy. I smiled, feeling my heart swell. In moments like this, everything else seemed to fade away.Then, the tone of the news changed.A breaking news banner flashed across the screen in big red letters."LIVE: SHOOTOUT A