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Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 771    |    Released on: 25/05/2026

it Anabelle like

ured whining. The next, Britany's manicured fingers clamped around her wrist like a vice. Britany s

tantly soaking up the water and dragging her toward the tiled bottom. She kick

oking on a mou

legantly treading water, lett

ded from the

t toward her fiancé. Her fingertips grazed the w

even loo

ng to his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. Antoine kicked hard, propel

burning in her chest morphed into a sharp, stabbing agony. Through the

Anabelle's armpit. The est

d herself up on shaking arms, her vision swimming. She forced her legs to lock, swaying for a moment before finding a fragile balance. Every step was a battle a

ry towel wrapped tightly around Britany's shoulders

the towel. Over Antoine's shou

rved into a sharp

d by a freezing numbness that started in

ed on Anabelle's shivering, drenched form. The

ped, his voice carrying over the whispers of the gathe

pers gre

s always so

nitely pu

l crescent moons of blood threatened to break the skin. She stared at the hand Britany had rested on A

ing a life with this man, shatter

didn't take the towel the lifeguard offered. Water

whimpered, her voice trembling perfe

stone burned the soles of her feet, but sh

ne demanded from behind her.

straight, walking through the parted crowd of gue

trail of wet footprints on the marble. She

s were shaking so badly she dropped

Page for next week," Anabelle said. Her vo

pped off the ruined dress, letting it fall to the floor like a shed ski

Her chest rattled with a deep, unnatural cough. Her lungs burned.

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Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim
Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim
“For eight years, Anabelle poured her blood and sweat into building a life and a business empire with her fiancé, Antoine. Then, her sister Britany deliberately dragged her into the deep end of an estate pool, only to scream for help and play the victim. Antoine didn't even look at Anabelle as she choked on chlorine. He swam right past her thrashing body to rescue the perfectly fine Britany. Later at the hospital, Britany poured scalding coffee on her own arm and shrieked that Anabelle had pushed her. Without asking a single question, Antoine shoved Anabelle hard against a concrete wall. "You are completely unreasonable! She is already hurt, and you're still bullying her?" Antoine roared, scooping Britany up and leaving Anabelle alone to face the disgusted whispers of the crowd. Eight years of unwavering loyalty were shattered by a three-second performance. Anabelle's heart turned to ash. But the ultimate betrayal came when she packed her bags and opened her old college diary. Britany hadn't just stolen her fiancé-she had stolen Anabelle's secret perfume formula to crown herself a "genius perfumer," while Antoine had spent years presenting Anabelle's corporate strategies as his own. The agonizing grief evaporated, replaced by a crystal-clear, freezing resolve. Anabelle yanked off her three-carat engagement ring and threw it into the trash. With a terrifyingly powerful billionaire now stepping in to claim her, Anabelle picked up her phone to make a call. It was time to take back her life and tear them all down.”