Beyond The Billionaire's Betrayal

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the bags and money

s trapped in a nightmare. Emmanuella was obsessed with material things, and I could barely stomach it anymore. How

for a stone. Sure, Emmanuella was beautiful-no one could deny that-but beauty fades.

needed someone who could boost my company's image. What a shallow thing to say. If I had just asked Rebecca to dress differently, to be more in

manuella 366 bags, 400 shoes, and 30 wigs. Honestly, I lost count of the dresses. It sounds ridiculous,

what I threw away. Rebecca was everything-modest, understanding, and the bes

when I hit Rebecca with my car, crashing into the streetlight, trying to silence her. What was I thinking?

nline. I needed to know if she was okay. Did she make it? Was she even still al

ice. She never got to give it to me. My chest tightened as I stared at the screen. Rebecca had always been so thoughtful. Always giving, even

me as Facebook. My panic grew. I needed to know if she was okay. If she made it. Then it hit me-

aw it. A picture of Rebecca lying unconscious in a hospital bed, h

nted to scream, to punch something, to take a gun and end it all. How had I let thi

thout trying to make things right. I had t

. It rang once... twice... then cut off. I called again. Still n

d bloc

I couldn't blame her for blocking my number now. After everything I had done

hing for clues. There was no location tagged in the h

feed refreshed, and a new post appeared on

president of Valent

glomerate was one of the biggest companies in Mandena, one I had

his be? Was Rebecca an heir to the conglomerate all along, and I ha

cca. I had taken her for granted, assuming I could walk away and be fine. Now, more

been capable, always had that spark. It was infuriating to realize that I hadn't appreciated her enough wh

consider it? After

t sit here in regret. I had to find a way to make things rig