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I married the billionaire for revenge

           ⭐ 4.9|Hikky writes/10chapters
BetrayalWeak to StrongForbidden Romance
I caught my boyfriend in bed with my best friend.So I married a billionaire the next day.It was supposed to be revenge. Nothing more. No feelings, no attachment. But the man I married has secrets of his own… and the way he looks at me doesn’t feel like part of the deal.Now I don’t know what’s more dangerous—losing my revenge…or losing my heart.


Chapter 1

The Betrayal That Broke Her

The sound of her boyfriend f*cking with her best friend was the last thing Mira expected to hear when she pushed open the front door of the apartment she shared with Jacob.

It wasn’t loud—that was what made it worse. It was soft, intimate laughter mixed with low moans, the kind of sound people make when they’ve been doing this for a very long time and no longer care who hears.

Her keys slipped from her fingers and clattered against the tiled floor like a gunshot.

For one heartbeat, the world went completely still.

Then the laughter stopped.

Mira’s legs moved on their own, carrying her down the short hallway even as her mind screamed at her to turn back, to run, to pretend she hadn’t heard anything. Her hand trembled as she pushed the bedroom door wider.

They were in her bed.

Jacob was on top of Lisa, his bare back glistening with sweat, his hips still moving slowly as if he couldn’t be bothered to stop—even now.

Lisa’s long legs were wrapped around his waist, red nails digging into his shoulders with lazy possession. Her head was turned toward the door, and when her eyes met Mira’s, there was no panic, no shame.

Only a slow, satisfied smile.

“Well,” Lisa purred, not even trying to push Jacob off, “look who finally decided to come home.”

Jacob turned his head. His expression was blank for half a second before irritation flickered across his face, as if Mira were the one interrupting something important.

“Mira…” he started, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t.” The word came out sharper than she expected. Her chest felt like it was caving in, but she refused to let the tears fall—not yet. “How long?”

Lisa let out a soft laugh and finally tapped Jacob’s shoulder so he would move.

He rolled off her without hurry, not bothering to cover himself. Lisa sat up, her dark hair tousled, lips swollen, and pulled the sheet over her chest as if modesty still mattered.

“Six months,” Lisa said casually, like she was discussing the weather. “Maybe seven. You were always so busy with work, Mira. Someone had to keep him company.”

The words landed like acid.

Mira’s gaze shifted to Jacob—the man she had been with for three years.

The man she had cried to when her mother died. The man she had planned a future with.

He wouldn’t even look her in the eyes.

“Say something,” Mira whispered.

He shrugged, running a hand through his messy hair. “What do you want me to say? It just… happened.”

“It just happened?” Mira repeated, her voice cracking. “You’ve been sleeping with my best friend for half a year, and it ‘just happened’?”

Lisa sighed dramatically and swung her legs off the bed, completely naked now, not caring that Mira was standing right there.

“Let’s be honest, babe. Jacob was never really that into you. You were just… convenient. Always there, always understanding, always paying half the rent—even when he lost his job last year.”

She smiled sweetly. “I mean, who turns down free emotional support and a warm body when it’s offered so willingly?”

Mira felt the floor tilt beneath her.

Every late night Jacob said he was “working.”

Every weekend Lisa insisted on “girls’ night” while Jacob conveniently disappeared.

Every time Mira blamed herself for the growing distance, thinking if she just loved him harder, tried more, cooked better, looked prettier—it had all been a lie.

“You talked about me?” Mira asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, constantly,” Lisa said with a laugh. “Poor Mira, always trying so hard. Poor Mira, so desperate to keep a man who stopped loving her ages ago. It was actually kind of sad.”

Jacob at least had the decency to look slightly uncomfortable now… slightly.

Mira stared at them both—the two people she had trusted most in the world—and felt something inside her fracture cleanly in two.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry—not here.

Instead, she turned around, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded louder than any shout.


That night, Mira sat on the couch in the dark living room, still wearing her work clothes, staring at the wall until her eyes burned.

She didn’t cry anymore after the first hour. The tears had dried up, replaced by something colder. Sharper.

She replayed every moment. Every “I love you” Jacob had whispered while he was probably still tasting Lisa on his tongue.

Every time Lisa had hugged her and called her “my person” while secretly laughing behind her back.

By the time the first gray light of dawn crept through the curtains, Mira’s eyes were dry and her mind was terrifyingly clear.

She stood up, walked to the bedroom door, and pushed it open again.

Jacob and Lisa were still asleep, tangled together like they belonged there.

Mira looked at them for a long moment, then spoke quietly, her voice steady and ice-cold.

“You both made the biggest mistake of your lives last night.”

Lisa stirred, blinking awake. Jacob frowned, sitting up.

Mira smiled. It was small, calm, and utterly terrifying.

“Because I’m done being the girl who gets used. From today, I’m the girl who makes sure people like you pay for it.”

She turned and walked away before either of them could respond.



As she stepped into the hallway, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

A message from an unknown number.

It was a photo.

Her, Jacob, and Lisa—taken from inside the apartment just minutes ago.

Below the image, one line:

“Everyone’s going to know by morning. Sweet dreams, loser.”

Mira stared at the screen, her heart hammering—but this time not with pain.

With purpose.

She deleted the message, blocked the number, and whispered to the empty hallway:

“Game on.”



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