All Chapters of BETRAYED BUT MARRIED TO A BILLIONAIRE. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LUNCH WITH LISALisa and I sat in our usual spot at the cozy little restaurant we frequently go to for our lunch break. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft, serene music playing in the background. The restaurant was filled with beautiful faces, their smiles glowing as they enjoyed their meals and conversations. It was the kind of place that made you forget about the chaos of the outside world, even if just for a little while. I sat quietly, trying to shake off the weight of the work I had just finished. My new role at the company had been exciting at first—a promotion I had worked hard for and dreamed about for months. But now, the reality of the responsibilities that came with it was starting to sink in. “With great power comes great responsibility,” I thought to myself, letting out a small smirk. It was a phrase I’d heard countless times, but only now did I truly understand what it meant. “So, are you going to talk to me about him or what?” Lisa’s voice cut through

The Return to ATLAS CORP. DERRICK The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the ATLAS CORP building, casting a warm glow over the polished floors. I adjusted my tie nervously as I stood outside the Director’s office, my heart pounding in my chest. It had been weeks since I last stepped foot in this building, and the weight of anticipation was almost unbearable. Today was the day I had been praying for, the day I would reclaim my place at the company that had given me purpose since I got employed. I knocked gently on the door, and a familiar voice called out, “Come in.” Pushing the door open, I was greeted by the sight of the Director, seated behind his large mahogany desk, his eyes focused on the computer screen in front of him. He looked up as I entered, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Good morning, Mr. Derrick. How have you been?” he greeted, standing up and stretching his hand toward me for a firm handshake. “I’m doing just great, sir,” I replied, retur

SMITH SPENCERReconnection. The wheels of the plane kissed the tarmac, jolting me awake from my short nap. New York had been a necessary trip, but my mind had been elsewhere—on Bridget. Her call earlier had gone unanswered, and the guilt gnawed at me. I had been in the middle of a crucial meeting with business partners, and by the time it ended, exhaustion had claimed me. Now, back in Los Angeles, the city of dreams, I was determined to make things right.The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of the ocean. Paul, my ever-loyal assistant, greeted me with his usual politeness. "Welcome back Master Smith. I hope you had a productive trip." He reached for my briefcase and gestured toward the open car door. I nodded, murmuring a thank you, but my focus was already on my phone. Bridget’s name glowed on the screen, and I hesitated for a moment before dialling.I had gone mute on her after the hit on Granville Hotel a month ago. I had received intel about the gang responsible fo

DEEP CONTEMPLATION. BRIDGET At the office I sat at my desk, my computer screen glowing faintly in the dim office light. The open tab of Smith’s I*******m profile still lingered in my browser, though I had minimized it hours ago. The image of him in his perfectly tailored suit, standing confidently in front of a city skyline, was burned into my mind. I couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he carried himself, both in person and online. But the admiration was tinged with anxiety, a nagging worry that had been gnawing at me since the day he made his intentions clear to me. Smith was everything I found intriguing—charming, ambitious, and undeniably handsome. He had called him on a video call earlier, where we exchanged polite smiles and brief conversations. But lately, our interactions have grown warmer, more personal. He had started asking when we could meet up, asking about my weekend plans, and even complimenting my work on a recent project at the company. I couldn’t deny the fl

A Dangerous Proposition (Continued)Noah leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a mix of determination and cunning. “Vera’s entire life is built on her image. She’s a socialite, a businesswoman, and a philanthropist, or at least that’s what she wants everyone to think. But we both know she’s not as clean as she pretends to be. If we can expose her for who she really is, it’ll ruin her. No kidnapping, no jail time, just a well-executed takedown.”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. “And how do you propose we do that? Vera’s not stupid. She’s probably covered her tracks. What makes you think we can find something she hasn’t already buried?”Noah smirked. “Because she’s arrogant. People like Vera always slip up eventually. They think they’re untouchable, and that’s when they make mistakes. We just need to dig deep enough. And trust me, I’ve got some connections that can help us with that.”I leaned back in my seat, considering his words. The idea of destroying Vera’s reputation