Betrayed By The Billionaire...

hrough, and her heels sank into the mud as if the ground itself was trying to hold her back.She hadn't planned for any of this. She hadn't planned for her father to

ther, the woman he'd married late in life, to protect Lena. But Lena had been a fool, too. She'd trusted that her father would leave her something-anything. Instead, everything had been stripped away, leaving her standing in the rain with nowhere to go and no one to turn to.I But she wouldn't break. Not here, not now. Her father may have left her nothing, but he'd given

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again, mocking her. Lena shook her head, clenching her fists. She didn't c

ir in the marble lobby of Rivers Corporat

one of the most powerful companies in the city. Its CEO was rumored to be cold, ruthless, and unforgiving,

But she lifted her chin, squaring her shoulders. She had survived worse than a single interview. When the elevator doors slid open, she stepped into a starkly quiet corridor, her heels echoing against the polished floor. She was led into a large office, where a man stood by a wall of glass, his back to her. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a stance that seemed carved

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voice stronger than she felt. Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Needing a job isn't enough." His tone was cold, as if her desperation was a weakness, not something h

The words barely registered as Lena processed the shock. She had the job. She'd done it-secured a job at one of the top companies in the city. Relief swept over her, but it was mixed with suspicion. Why had h

oked old, the handwriting neat but slightly faded. She began reading, her breath catching as she took in the words. The letter was from Ethan's cousin, Andrew. "Ethan," it began, "my last wish is to see you with someone by your side, someone who will ground you, who can be your partner. I know you hate the idea, but please, for my sake-consider it." Lena's heart pounded as she read the letter. Andrew was asking Ethan to find someone to settle down with. And it wasn't just a suggestion-it was his dying wish. But why

knife. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her cheeks burning. "I didn't mean to intrude." But he didn't seem to care. He took another step toward her, the intensity of his gaze pinning her in place. "I don't tolerate disloyalty, Ms. Collins. Trust is everything to me," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. "And you just made it clear that you can't b