The Billionaire's Secret Betrayal

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king in the glory of wealth and luxury, the queen of all I su

on, the same cold, calculating thoughts filled my mind:

stretched high above us, chandeliers dripping with crystals, and every surface sparkled as though polished by an invisible ar

for us. A home where we'd build our future together. Funny how t

e carrying that familiar warmth that once m

," I replied, my voice flat, calculated. I wanted him to think I was impressed, but not overwhelmed. After all, the woma

ed for my hand, but I pulled it away under the pretence of adjusting the heavy bra

, almost apologetically

riceless antiques, and the hand-carved staircase that wound up to the second floor. I didn't need to be re

e our things, and I followed him into the heart of t

asked as we stepped into the living room, his

I didn't want to hear ithelies wrapped in pretty words, the false pr

sudden bluntness. "I thought we'd never get an

just don't

hink I was listening when I was calculating the next move.

f unspoken meaning. Things were different now, indeed. He wasn't the charming, promisi

ers than a home. The room was filled with sleek furniture, modern art, and more wealth than any normal person could fa

lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes. The massive

arching. Cataloging. The desk, the drawers, the locked cabinets-I noted it all. I was going to find a way into his world of busine

flicker of hope in his eyes again. He still

stepping closer, his hand reaching for mine. "

. This place was nothing but a b

mooth edge of his desk. "You've worked hard to build all of this," I continued, keeping my to

hing I've built is for us, Clarissa. I know I've made mistakes,

takes?* His so-called "mistakes" had cost my family everything. My father's business had coll

tty words would

he house," I said, changing the subje

keep the conversation going, but he nodded. "Ta

oor clicked shut behind me, my expression hardened. I wandered the halls, taking

dutiful wife. I was here to disma

iles, his secrets. And then, as I passed a room that appeared to be some kind of private office o

aron was still in his office, likely buried in some deal or pr

ntly of leather and cedar, with books lining the walls and papers scattered across the desk. Thi

oard. The screen flickered to life, and there it was: his world at my fingerti

er the keyboard. This was the moment I had been waiting for. The

access the very heart

hovering over the mouse. One cli

y move, I heard a faint s

ed away from the desk, trying to com

y, his eyes narrowing as

e was calm, but ther

you doin

against the desk. "Just exploring.

omputer screen. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kep

d. "It's just my father's old s

ose interest. "I see. I'l

ed out of the room. But as soon as I was out of his

d his Achi

nough, I w