Chapter 7 - The Assistant's Betrayal
An extreme, cinematic close-up focused tightly on Sloane's face.
The arrogant, high-society demeanor completely, violently shattered into a million pieces. The color entirely drained from her perfectly contoured cheeks, leaving her looking like a terrified ghost in her dark red dress.
Seven years ago, before Sloane was the billionaire's fiancée, she had been Wesley’s ruthless, highly ambitious executive assistant.
Wesley’s brilliant CEO mind connected the horrific dots in a fraction of a second. Sloane was the one who sorted his private mail. Sloane was the one who managed his legal appointments. Sloane had intentionally intercepted the ultrasound, forged the brutal divorce papers, and manipulated the entire tragic breakup so she could swoop in and steal the grieving billionaire for herself.
"You hid my child from me," Wesley whispered.
His voice didn't echo. It dropped into a terrifying, icy, lethal register that promised imminent, total destruction.
Sloane hyperventilated, stepping backward in sheer terror. She realized she had just sealed her own fate. She knew Wesley’s fierce, protective loyalty. He would burn down his entire empire to protect his own blood.
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"Wesley, please!" Sloane stammered pathetically, desperately reaching for his blue suit jacket. "She's lying! She's just a gold-digging flight attendant! I've been by your side for seven years!"
👉 What absolute, brutal justice is the billionaire about to execute?
