Bound To The Billionaire's Betrayal

ttled. Tonight it only sharpened the quiet. She had arrived twenty minutes early, chosen the corner table that overlooked the harbor l

Running late with the Chen group. Don't wait up if it goes long. Love you. She had answered with a simple heart emoji, t

than usual. She opened her banking app out of habit more than suspicion, the way she checked the weather before leaving the house. The joint account balance looked normal. Her personal trust account, the one her father had set up years before the marriage, showed three outgoi

, locked the phone, and placed it face-down. The waiter returned to ask whether she wanted the first course.

air. Her driver was already waiting. In the back seat she opened the banking app again and screenshotted every transfer. Then she called the pr

e activity. Personal trust accou

t need to. The accountant had handled eno

not open it. Instead she pulled the physical statements from the locked drawer she alone used, spread them across the surface, and began matching reference numbers. The transfers lined up with the screenshots. One of the shell compa

marriage. Three years of believing the easy charm and the late-night talks about the future had meant

e buzzed

ome. Sorry about dinner

ain. Then she walked to the bedroom, removed the silk dress, and stood under the shower until the water ran cool

d not