Dumped Her Ex Married A Secret Billionaire

Night was falling, and the city lit up in dazzling brilliance. Skyscrapers shimmered under neon lights.

Click-click-click-

The sharp staccato of red-soled echoed down the empty hallway.

Slender, manicured fingers tapped the keypad of the penthouse's glass door, inputting the code with icy precision.

Beep-

The door slid open.

A faint, enigmatic smile curled at the corner of Cecilia's lips.

The apartment was dim, barely lit.

But it was still clear to see.

From the entryway to the living room, the floor was littered with clothing-a lace-edged La Perla bra, this season's Oscar de la Renta gown, and, most notably, a pair of sheer black panties.

Outside the bedroom door, she could hear it-the muffled gasps of a woman, the low groans of a man, and the unmistakable stench of lust thick in the air.

She didn't flinch. With a single motion, she shoved the door open.

The scene was a masterpiece of debauchery-sweat, perfume, and the sour tang of sex.

She lifted her finger to her nose, wrinkled it slightly in distaste, then looked up with icy calm at the two figures frozen on the bed.

Naked. Caught red-handed.

"Bravo." Cecilia could almost applaud.

She had thought her philandering fiancé would at least wait until after the engagement party to start sleeping around.

But here he was-giving her a live performance the night before.

"Cici..." Ronald scrambled to cover himself, his face pale. "It's-it's not what you think! I just had too much wine-"

"Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like." She stepped closer, gaze flicking to his exposed thighs. "Too drunk to think straight but sober enough to sleep with a woman? Do you really think I'm an idiot?"

"Ceci-"

"Gia Martin," Cecilia called sweetly. "Come out before you suffocate under there. After all this scheming, it'd be a shame to die now."

Gia's face went pale, but she didn't flinch.

She threw off the covers and met Cecilia's gaze with shameless confidence, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Must've been exhausting," Cecilia mused. "playing the loyal sister while sneaking into my fiancé's bed. Multitasking."

Gia sneered. "Drop the high-and-mighty act, Cecilia. If it weren't for your father, what would you have? I'm just as pretty as you, just as educated. The only difference is, your father was born a few years earlier and got the title of CEO before mine!"

"What a tragedy." Cecilia tilted her head. "Maybe you should go KILL YOURSELF NOW and try again next life-hope you get a better father next time."

Gia's lips twisted. "You-"

"Relax, honey" Cecilia said, smiling sweetly. "I'm not fighting you for him. God, look at you two... IT'S A MATCH MADE IN HELL!"

Her hand rested lightly on the doorknob.

"Keep him, he's yours now."

With that, she closed the door behind her.

"I don't need your charity!" Gia shouted, hurling a glass at the wall.

But Cecilia was already walking away, her smile never slipping. She stepped into the elevator, then into her car.

Her phone buzzed in her bag. Then again. And again.

She ignored it, rolled down the window, and let the glittering lights of the city wash over her.

Foot on the gas. No hesitation.

The scarlet Ferrari roared down the coastal highway, its engine screaming into the night until the tank ran dry.

Love, after all, is like a rose-

For every flower, someone else gets the thorn.

And Cecilia?