Saved By A Billionaire

bags filled with essentials and a few indulgences. Her mind was already drifting toward a ho

se and the sadness that already enveloped her, Charlotte tried not to think about the very possible reality. As she approached the door, the sounds grew clearer. There

oor, her hand hesitated on the handle. Who could it be? She couldn't ig

r. Her husband was with a red-haired woman on their matrimonial bed, the woman's clothes were off as he leaned close, kissin

tion. She couldn't believe her eyes, nor could she believe this was happening. She knew her husband didn't love her, but she hadn't expec

r rib cage. The air was thick with heat and sweat, and they both looked happy. Her

with another woman. The sight churned something deep within her, an unexpected mix of ang

t through her scalp, and she stumbled backward as she was pulled by the hair down the pass

ace. Her head snapped to the side, and for a moment, she was too shocked to react. Whe

sdain. "What do you think you're doing, Charlotte?" she hissed, her voi

rocess the sudden shift from a

loser, her presence overwhelming. "Going to make

eek stinging from the slap. "I c

ere getting into when your parents sold you to us with this marriage facade. This is not about love; it's

to scream, to fight back, but she knew it would be futile. In this family, her voice meant noth

ng worse. It was all for her family, as her mother had put it. Her mother had always seen her

other smiling at her and her father looking happy. The only person who hadn't supported everything was her siste

resounding slap from her husband, supported by her mother-in-law. They both tre

father only told her to do as they said and that w

e lowered her gaze, her hand clenched agai

whisper, though the words

ening just a fraction, but her eyes still cold. "You will go bac

t pounding, her face throbbing. As she made her way back to her room, she couldn't help but feel the wei