Betrayed By The Billionaire...

black dress that hugged her figure. It was perfect for tonight. Sleek, simple, and stylish-but it did

onate love between her and Ethan. They had both agreed to this marriage for very different reasons, and she had to remind herself of that. The reality was much colder than

Rivers was never late. Lena walked over to the door, trying to steady her breathing, and opened it to find Ethan standing on the other side. His tall, imposing figure filled the doorway. His dark suit was sharp and crisp, and the cold, unreadable expression on his face made it clear that he was all business. "Ready?" he aske

o say something or if he was simply lost in his own thoughts. Either way, she didn't feel like making small talk. Her mind was racing, trying to prepare herself for what lay ahead. When they arrived, the venue was buzzing

han Rivers was a mystery, and by extension, so was his wife. She couldn't help but notice how comfortable Ethan seemed in this world. He moved with such confidence, his demeanor cold but commanding. People greeted him with respect, even reverence. But Lena knew better than to be fooled by the smooth surface. She had signed a contract, but she hadn't signed away her instincts. And her instincts told her that there was more to Ethan than the untouchable figure he presented. As the evening wore on, Lena found herself surrounded by

ed off to speak with a small group of board members, Andrew seized the moment and stepped closer to Lena. His posture was calm, but his sharp eyes made her nerves jolt. "So, Lena," he said, his voice soft yet piercing. "How do you like this world? Has it been everything you ex

She forced herself to smile, but it felt stiff. "He's... he's very dedicated to his work." Andrew's lips twitched in a way that suggested he wasn't quite satisfied with her response. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone gentle but somehow unnerving. "And what about outside of work? Surely you know what he likes to do when he's not running his company." Lena's palms grew sweaty. She hadn't prepared for this, hadn't expected anyone to press her for details about her supposed husband. Her mind raced, but she had no answers. The s

ht chuckle. "I was just getting to know your lovely wife a bit better." Ethan's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Lena, sensing something off. She forced a smile, but her pulse was racing. Andrew had put her on the spot, and she hadn't handled it well. She knew she had looked unconvincing, and she could feel the weight of his doubt hanging in the air. "Well, enjoy the evening," Andrew said, giving them both a polite nod before stepping away. But as he walked off, Lena couldn't shake the feeling that he was still watching them, that he was still suspicious. Ethan turned to her, his gaze unreadable but intense. "What did he ask you?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Lena swallowed hard. "Just... questions about you. Things I didn't know the answers to." Ethan's jaw clenched, his gaze drifting toward Andrew's figure across the room. "We'll talk later," he said, his voice tense. "But for now,

y. I didn't know your favorite sport, or what you do outside of work. I felt like... I was failing some kind of test." Ethan's eyes darkened. "He's testing both of us. Andrew has always been the skeptical type.But you need to be prepared, Lena. If you're going to play this role, you need to know these details." She nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and shame. She hadn't signed up to be quizzed about Et

f it-was it reassurance? Control? Something else entirely? Before she could even process it, Ethan released her hand and opened the door. "Get some rest," he said, his voice back to its usual calm. "Tomorrow, we'll start going over every detail." Lena nodded, stepping out of the car, her mind swirling with questions and doubts. As she closed the door, she glanced back, catching one last glimpse