Betrayed By The Billionaire Playboy

inder of how alone I felt. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, the cold leather biting against my sweaty pal

ur fifth weddi

magical was nothing more than a

ing candles, qqq the bouquet of peonies James once claimed he loved. But the food sat untou

ted for him, each second stretching i

ough the haze of denial I had been living in. I didn't need to be told anymore-I c

I drove to

tightened, knuckles whitening as I pushed through the ache in my chest. The soft glow of th

silence settle. My breathing was shallow, ragged, l

the one trampled upon, the understanding partner. But tonight, something inside

I pushed them open, the echo of my heels bouncing off the pristine marble floor. The receptionist's desk was d

though I knew what I was about to face but still I continued. The ride was slow, agonizing, each ding a cou

ard it-the low m

at smooth, familiar tone, but it was laced w

like I was wading through quicksand. The faint s

. My ste

here, his shirt undone, leaning back against his desk with a smug grin. Samantha stood close, her han

t notice m

efore I could stop it, my voice cra

me, but it wasn't Samantha's smirk that gutt

devoid of guilt or remorse

stranger. Now I understood the reasons for the late nights, attitudes and insults, the maltreatment and even the random slaps I got from him and there I was t

d sick, wondering if you were okay. And here you are-with her. My stepmother?" I had seen the closeness for a long time but I thought it was

t made my stomach turn. "I'll leave you two to sort this out," she said, her voice dripping with mock concern. As she kissed James on

red in the air, suffoc

said, my voice barely above a whisper. "After everything we've been through, I thought this mi

hock? Regret? It was gone before I could name it

repeated, my voice breaking. "How can you say t

ir. "Olivia, you're always so dramatic. You

ng for you. My career. My dreams. I even signed over my inheritance to you because I trusted you. I

"Don't make me the villain for your bad decisions. Honestly, Olivia, you've b

m, the man I had once loved more than anythin

urned and walked out, my

sn't enough to dull the ache in my chest. I stumbled towa

use

turned, startled, to see a man standing in the shadows, his sharp su

ression unreadable. He held out a sleek black ca

ng.i was even startled and confused how he heard our conversa

re you even?" I asked, m

his lips curving into a

ad appeared, leaving me clutching the card. I glanc

wanted, but one thing was certain-I

r him. He was going to pay