Billionaire's Broken Plaything - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Courtney, I'm rolling in cash now! I can finally get you the top-tier treatment you deserve!"
Clive still had no idea why I'd ended things between us all those years ago.
I waited for him—waited endlessly—but he never came back. Then one day, there he was, flashing across my TV screen. CEO of NeoXtreme, living the high life, while I was still stuck in that damn orphanage, trapped in the past—trapped waiting for someone who had long since moved on.
The day I dropped Darren off at his university, I spotted Clive giving some big-shot alumni speech. The second he saw me standing there with Darren, his face darkened. I opened my mouth to explain, but he just turned away and walked off without a word.
Later, when he finally married me, I thought—finally—I'd get the chance to set the record straight. But then, on our wedding night, he brought another woman home.
I confronted him, my voice shaking. "Why are you doing this? Why do you keep hurting me?"
He just stared at me, cold as ice. "Because I hate you."
That one sentence shattered every last shred of hope I'd been clinging to. That's when it hit me—he never even wanted an explanation.
No one knew how many nights I spent drowning in regret, wishing I'd said a proper goodbye back then.
That night, he shoved the other woman aside and yanked me by the wrist, slamming me against the cold wall. His lips—still smeared with her lipstick—hovered dangerously close to mine.
I turned my face away, but his grip on my chin tightened, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were pure venom—cruel, mocking.
"Courtney," he sneered, voice dripping with malice. "Tell me—how does it feel to be played?" He let out a bitter laugh. "I wasn't even looking for you. But seeing you next to Darren? Suddenly, I had to have you back—just so I could ruin you."
His grip tightened. "I hated you for so long. How dare you smile at another man like that? You used to look at me that way—like you'd cast some damn spell on me."
A smirk twisted his lips. "But it's fine now. I married you. That means you'll never get the chance to hurt anyone else again."
His voice turned to steel. "Just so we're clear—I don't love you. So be a good girl. No crying, no tantrums, and definitely no getting cozy with other men. Got it? I'll have as many women as I want. You? You don't get to be jealous."
My heart plummeted. Tears blurred my vision as I scrambled to explain. "No, listen—back then—"
He cut me off with a snarl. "Don't you dare bring up the past!" His voice was raw with fury. "When you pushed me away, I was pissed, but I told myself you must've had your reasons. Then I came back for you—only to hear you say you hated me!"
Hated him? I could never hate him. He was the one person I'd loved more than anything.
"You misunderstood—"
But he wasn't listening.
The truth? After he left, the kids at the orphanage turned on me. Called me shameless, accused me of stealing what wasn't mine. That night, burning up with fever, they locked me outside. I sobbed, screaming that I hated them. Hated Clive.
Hated him for not coming back to save me. Hated him for leaving me behind when I could've explained everything.
Now, reeking of alcohol, he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. "Courtney," he murmured, fingers digging into my chin. "Tell me—what do you think would happen if Darren got expelled?"
Clive still had no idea why I'd ended things between us all those years ago.
I waited for him—waited endlessly—but he never came back. Then one day, there he was, flashing across my TV screen. CEO of NeoXtreme, living the high life, while I was still stuck in that damn orphanage, trapped in the past—trapped waiting for someone who had long since moved on.
The day I dropped Darren off at his university, I spotted Clive giving some big-shot alumni speech. The second he saw me standing there with Darren, his face darkened. I opened my mouth to explain, but he just turned away and walked off without a word.
Later, when he finally married me, I thought—finally—I'd get the chance to set the record straight. But then, on our wedding night, he brought another woman home.
I confronted him, my voice shaking. "Why are you doing this? Why do you keep hurting me?"
He just stared at me, cold as ice. "Because I hate you."
That one sentence shattered every last shred of hope I'd been clinging to. That's when it hit me—he never even wanted an explanation.
No one knew how many nights I spent drowning in regret, wishing I'd said a proper goodbye back then.
That night, he shoved the other woman aside and yanked me by the wrist, slamming me against the cold wall. His lips—still smeared with her lipstick—hovered dangerously close to mine.
I turned my face away, but his grip on my chin tightened, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were pure venom—cruel, mocking.
"Courtney," he sneered, voice dripping with malice. "Tell me—how does it feel to be played?" He let out a bitter laugh. "I wasn't even looking for you. But seeing you next to Darren? Suddenly, I had to have you back—just so I could ruin you."
His grip tightened. "I hated you for so long. How dare you smile at another man like that? You used to look at me that way—like you'd cast some damn spell on me."
A smirk twisted his lips. "But it's fine now. I married you. That means you'll never get the chance to hurt anyone else again."
His voice turned to steel. "Just so we're clear—I don't love you. So be a good girl. No crying, no tantrums, and definitely no getting cozy with other men. Got it? I'll have as many women as I want. You? You don't get to be jealous."
My heart plummeted. Tears blurred my vision as I scrambled to explain. "No, listen—back then—"
He cut me off with a snarl. "Don't you dare bring up the past!" His voice was raw with fury. "When you pushed me away, I was pissed, but I told myself you must've had your reasons. Then I came back for you—only to hear you say you hated me!"
Hated him? I could never hate him. He was the one person I'd loved more than anything.
"You misunderstood—"
But he wasn't listening.
The truth? After he left, the kids at the orphanage turned on me. Called me shameless, accused me of stealing what wasn't mine. That night, burning up with fever, they locked me outside. I sobbed, screaming that I hated them. Hated Clive.
Hated him for not coming back to save me. Hated him for leaving me behind when I could've explained everything.
Now, reeking of alcohol, he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. "Courtney," he murmured, fingers digging into my chin. "Tell me—what do you think would happen if Darren got expelled?"
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