"Don't be dramatic." I laughed, but it came out broken. "Dramatic? I spent two years loving you. Defending you. Believing in you when everyone else said you weren't serious about me. And now you just... flip a switch and walk away?" "I never said forever." 22-year-old Cassia Loren is brutally dumped by her long-time boyfriend, Jordan, after he uses her and tosses her aside for a more "suitable" woman, she's left broken and humiliated. Fueled by betrayal and rage, Cassia plots the ultimate revenge: seduce the one man Jordan idolizes and fears-his estranged father, Damien Xander, a 43-year-old billionaire tycoon with a cold, calculating heart. But Damien isn't just any man. He's powerful, feared, and devastatingly charming. Known for his ruthless business deals and string of young lovers, he's the last person anyone would expect to fall for someone like Cassia-his son's ex-girlfriend. When their paths cross at a gala hosted by the Blackwood empire, sparks fly-but what begins as a game of manipulation and seduction soon spirals into a twisted bond neither of them can control.
I stared at the text again.
Come over. Need to talk. -J
No heart, no smile, just cold words. Jordan never texted like that. Not with me.
Still, like a fool, I came. I didn't even hesitate. My heart had already started racing before I even stepped into my shoes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought-maybe he's going to fix things. Maybe this is the moment where he realizes he's been distant and pulls me into his arms and says he's sorry.
But when I arrived at his apartment, he didn't even hug me.
He stood by the window, hands in the pockets of his navy slacks, staring at the city like it had more answers than I ever could.
"Hey," I said softly, shutting the door behind me.
He didn't turn around.
That's when I felt it-that quiet weight in the air. The kind that comes before something shatters.
"I got your text," I added. "You okay?"
He finally turned, and his expression made my stomach twist. There was no warmth in his eyes. No softness. Just distance. And something worse... something like guilt trying to look casual.
"We need to talk," he said.
I let out a small laugh. "You already said that."
He didn't smile. Not even a twitch.
The silence stretched.
I stepped forward slowly, heart thudding. "Jordan, what's going on?"
He looked away from me, jaw clenched. "I think we should end this."
It took me a second to understand the words. My brain heard them, but they didn't make sense. They didn't fit in my world.
"Sorry... what?"
"This. Us." His voice was cold. "It's over."
I blinked. "You're breaking up with me?"
"I don't want to keep dragging this out."
Dragging it out?
I shook my head, confused. "Where is this coming from? You told me you loved me last week. You kissed me like you meant it two days ago."
"That was before I figured out what I wanted," he said.
My chest tightened. "And what is that?"
"Not this."
His voice was like a knife. Clean. Sharp. No hesitation.
"Wow," I whispered. "Okay. So this was all just... what? A joke to you?"
"Don't be dramatic."
I laughed, but it came out broken. "Dramatic? I spent two years loving you. Defending you. Believing in you when everyone else said you weren't serious about me. And now you just... flip a switch and walk away?"
"I never said forever."
"You said I love you."
He shrugged. "I guess I was wrong."
My hands curled into fists at my sides. "You are such a coward."
"No," he said calmly, "I'm just being honest."
"You're being heartless."
He stared at me then, something cold settling into his face. "Look, Cassia. You're sweet, okay? But you're not what I need. You don't fit into the life I'm building."
My heart dropped.
"You mean your father's life," I said bitterly. "Because everything you are is just a cheap imitation of him."
His jaw twitched.
I stepped back, breathing hard. "You've been using me this whole time, haven't you?"
"No," he said too quickly. "I- It's not like that."
"Then what is it like, Jordan?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he looked past me-and for a second, something flickered in his expression.
I turned around just in time to see her.
A girl. Tall. Blonde. Barefoot, wearing one of his button-down shirts-his favorite white one.
My chest caved in.
She stopped when she saw me, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open like she hadn't expected company.
I couldn't speak. My tongue felt like sand.
"Jordan?" she said softly, looking at him, then me.
I looked back at him too. "You brought her here?"
He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd come over right away."
"You texted me ten minutes ago."
"I just needed to get this over with."
I took a shaky breath, trying to hold myself together.
"You cheated on me."
He said nothing.
"You looked me in the eyes, told me you loved me, made me feel like I mattered-and you were already sleeping with her?"
"It's not like I planned it," he muttered.
"You didn't even have the decency to wait until I was out of the picture?"
He looked frustrated now. Like I was the one being difficult. "Cassia, stop. You're making this messier than it has to be."
"You made the mess."
"You'll get over it."
"I hope he ruins you," I said, shaking with anger.
His eyes narrowed. "Who?"
"Your father. The one you're so desperate to impress. You think he'll be proud of this? Of what you did to me?"
He laughed once, dark and dry. "My father doesn't care who I sleep with. He cares about power. Image. Control. You wouldn't understand that."
"You're right," I said coldly. "I wouldn't."
I walked toward the door. My fingers fumbled with the handle.
"Cassia," he called after me, sounding almost annoyed. "Don't make this some big thing. It's just a breakup."
I turned to him slowly.
"No, Jordan. This? This is betrayal."
And I left.
---
The cold air hit me like a slap as I stepped outside. I didn't know where I was going. I just walked, arms wrapped tight around my body, trying not to fall apart on the sidewalk.
The world felt too loud. My thoughts too quiet.
He didn't just dump me.
He humiliated me. Replaced me. Lied to me.
I gave him everything-my time, my heart, my trust.
And he tossed me out like I was never part of his plan.
But the thing was-I wasn't done yet.
He might've ended it. But that didn't mean he won.
I didn't know what I'd do next, but I knew I wouldn't disappear quietly.
He wanted to play cold?
Fine.
I could be colder.
Chapter 1 Betrayed
14/05/2025
Chapter 2 Get close to the real thing.
14/05/2025
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