Trapped by the Ruthless Billionaire

While My Husband Cheated, I Married His Powerful Brother

Minja

To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money. Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth. Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover. She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years. After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past. She was wrong. The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world. Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back. But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life. Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother. Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his. Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother.

Billionaires Betrayal Divorce CEO Drama Billionaires Workplace Second Chance

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Aleah leaned against the cool silk wallpaper of the corridor, the breath she'd been holding finally rushing out of her lungs. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat caused by the lie she had just told.

Kaden Knight's girlfriend.

The words still echoed in her ears, audacious and terrifying.

She smoothed down the skirt of the borrowed, expensive dress. It felt like a costume for a role she was dangerously unqualified to play. All she had to do was slip out the side entrance of the VIP area, disappear into the Las Vegas night, and the lie would dissolve with her.

A hand clamped around her wrist.

The grip wasn't brutal, but it was firm, absolute. Unyielding.

Aleah's heart didn't just drop; it plummeted. A cold dread washed over her as she was yanked sideways, pulled directly into a dimly lit private lounge beside the corridor.

The door clicked shut behind her. The sound was final.

She stumbled, her hip hitting the arm of a soft leather sofa. Panic seized her. It had to be the man from the hallway, the one whose unwelcome advances she had just escaped. He hadn't given up.

A soft chuckle cut through the shadows. It was low, laced with a lazy, mocking amusement.

From the depths of a massive armchair, a figure stirred. A man sat up, a metal lighter clicking open and shut in his hand. The brief flare of the flame illuminated a sharp, unforgiving jawline.

Aleah's pupils contracted.

She knew that face. It was the face that stared out from the covers of business magazines, the face of Kaden Knight himself.

Her blood turned to ice in her veins. Her mind went completely blank. Every ounce of luck she thought she had shattered in that single, silent moment.

Kaden Knight rose to his feet. He was tall, his frame casting a long, intimidating shadow that swallowed the room. He moved toward her, one slow step at a time, a predatory smile playing on his lips.

"My... girlfriend?" he asked. His voice was a low, pleasant baritone that sent a chill crawling down her spine.

Aleah forced her body to unfreeze. Denying it now would be worse. She had to see the performance through.

"Kaden," she managed, forcing a brittle smile. "You scared me."

He stopped directly in front of her, so close she could smell the faint, expensive scent of tobacco and cologne clinging to his clothes. The air crackled with his presence.

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