Betrayed By The Billionaire's

"Where is this?"

When Chloe Bishop woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. Her head was spinning, and her whole body felt terrible.

She immediately tried to get out of bed and leave. Tomorrow was her wedding to As-she had waited six years for this day, and it was finally almost here. Nothing could go wrong now.

Outside the door, Liam Martin leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. His face was expressionless as he looked at the man before him. "Go in. Just don't kill her."

The man hesitated and asked once more, "Mr. Martin, are you sure about this?"

The woman inside was New York City's top socialite. She was also this man's fiancée-and they were getting married tomorrow!

"Go in. I won't say it a third time."

Liam Martin's voice was calm, pleasant to the ear, but his words cut like shards of ice.

Soon, screams erupted from inside. "Who are you?! Stay back... what are you doing... let go of me... help...!"

Outside the door, Liam Martin listened to Chloe Bishop's desperate cries for help. He stood there cold and unmoved, his mind filled with images of another woman-bruised and broken.

Chloe Bishop, don't blame me. You're not innocent either.

He didn't believe for a second that she knew nothing about what Charles Bishop had done.

A few hours earlier.

"Liam Martin, we found the one who imprisoned Sara."

"Who is it?"

Liam Martin stood beside the bed, his tall frame casting a shadow as he gazed at the woman sleeping quietly. Her face was pale, her body gaunt, and bruises covered her from head to toe. It was clear what she had endured.

Brandon Jay gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Charles Bishop."

Him. The father of Liam Martin's fiancée, Chloe Bishop.

"I see."

Liam Martin's voice remained soft, but beneath it lurked a storm of blood and vengeance. "You're Sara's brother. What do you want to do?"

"Drag Chloe Bishop out here. Whatever Charles Bishop did to Sara, I want to take it back tenfold, a hundredfold-from his daughter."

When Liam Martin didn't answer right away, Brandon Jay's voice turned sharp with anger. "Having second thoughts? Of course you are-you and Chloe Bishop are getting married tomorrow. Naturally you'd hesitate. Too bad Sara suffered so much for you."

"There won't be a wedding tomorrow."

Liam Martin's reply was cold and final. "I'll give you and Sara an answer."

From the day Charles Bishop imprisoned Sara Jay, every kindness the Bishop family had shown him over the years meant nothing. He should never have crossed that line.

Inside the room, Chloe Bishop struggled with all her might, but her body grew weaker by the second. Her clothes were being torn from her. She screamed in despair, "Help me... As, help me...!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks and soaked into her hair.

Why is this happening? Tomorrow I'm supposed to marry As. I wanted to give myself to him completely-all of me. Why?!

Hearing her call his name, Liam Martin drew faster on his cigarette, smoke curling through the air. After tonight, Chloe Bishop would be ruined beyond repair.

His mind drifted back to six years ago. That day, a girl like a princess had walked toward him with unwavering steps, pointed at him, and said, "I choose him as my fiancé."

Everyone knew that the gifted eldest grandson of the Martin family had lost a leg in a car accident-but she chose him anyway. From that moment on, the boy cast aside by his family finally had something to rebuild his life with.

Liam Martin stubbed out his cigarette and pulled out his phone, dialing a number. "Stop. Get out now."

Chloe Bishop. Consider this repayment for what you did six years ago.

Brandon Jay stepped out from the corner, his expression dark with disappointment. "So you went soft after all. Is that fair to Sara?"

Liam Martin's voice stayed flat. "Sara is kind. She wouldn't want us to do this. Tomorrow's wedding-I'll give you and her an answer."

Morning.

"As... help me...!"

Chloe Bishop shot up from her nightmare with a scream, her hair wet with tears.

She immediately looked down and checked her clothes-still intact, perfectly in place. Her wrists and chest bore no marks. And she was in her own bedroom.

Just a dream? Then why did it feel so real?

So vivid that her heart ached as if it had been carved open.

But if it wasn't a dream, how could her torn clothes still be on her body? How could there be no bruises?

And if it wasn't a dream, how could she have seen Liam Martin standing outside the door while she was being humiliated inside?

Sara Jay. She hadn't heard that name in years.

Was her mind playing tricks on her because today was her wedding day-dragging up buried fears from the depths of her heart?

"Chloe, get up! Today's the most important day for you and As-no sleeping in!"

Her mother's voice came from outside the door, and Chloe Bishop's tense body slowly relaxed. It really was just a nightmare.

Two hours later, Chloe Bishop sat before the mirror in her wedding gown, her face radiant with joy. Her mother carefully brushed her hair as the reflection staring back was breathtakingly beautiful.

Chloe Bishop was famous in New York City-168 centimeters tall, slender-boned, with curves in all the right places and an elegant oval face that was both delicate and striking. She was hailed as the city's top socialite.

But the most remarkable thing about her was her skin-smooth as white jade, fair and luminous, like a peeled egg, so flawless it seemed it might break at the gentlest touch.

Everyone who saw her marveled at her natural beauty.

"Look at you-my daughter is so beautiful."

Her mother's eyes welled up as she gazed at her daughter in the wedding gown. "My precious girl is finally getting married. From now on, you'll manage the home while he handles the world outside. Build a good life with As, have children, keep the family happy and harmonious-make it a story people will tell."

Chloe Bishop smiled and squeezed her mother's hand. "Mom, I'll be happy. I believe As will be a wonderful husband."

Her mother pulled her into a tight embrace, her voice choked with tears. "If he ever treats you badly, your father and I will make him pay."

From the side, Charles Bishop spoke, his voice rough. "Enough. This is our daughter's happiest day-don't say such gloomy things."

Chloe Bishop reached out and touched her mother's pregnant belly, her bright, radiant face wrapped in pure happiness. "Dad, Mom, don't worry. As promised me he'd treat me well for the rest of my life. I believe he'll never betray me."

At twenty-two, Chloe Bishop had never doubted Liam Martin.

He was a man of immense talent and a gentle, considerate boyfriend-flawless in every way. She trusted he would be a good husband and a good father.

As for that unsettling dream-it could never happen. She had been by Liam Martin's side for six years. They had been through so much together. No one could tear them apart.

But Chloe Bishop didn't notice the shadow of worry that flickered in her father's eyes as he watched her happy smile.

At the Martin residence.

In Liam Martin's room lay a beautiful woman. She was thin, her pale skin covered in scars, one side of her face swollen and bruised.

This woman was Sara Jay-the very one from Chloe Bishop's nightmare.

"Have you found out who did this yet?"

Liam Martin's usually warm, handsome face was now shrouded in a heavy gloom-cold, sharp, like the calm before a storm.

At twenty-four, Liam Martin had spent six years climbing to the position of CEO, reclaiming what was once his and becoming the youngest and most accomplished executive in New York City.

Looking at the scars-old and new-that covered Sara Jay's body, Liam Martin felt both pity and rage. Who dared to harm her like this? They were asking for death.

His subordinate kept his head low, not daring to meet Liam Martin's eyes. "Secretary Sara is investigating. I'm sure we'll have answers soon."

If Chloe Bishop were here, she would realize that everything was unfolding exactly as her nightmare had foretold.

Since Brandon Jay was already on it, Liam Martin didn't press further.

He carefully took Sara Jay's hand, afraid of hurting her. His gaze lingered on her swollen face-beyond the heartache, there was also a quiet relief at having her back.

Marcus Martin had said she was dead. He never expected her to still be alive-and lying right before him...

"Sara!"

Liam Martin called out softly.

It was a tenderness that Chloe Bishop had never once felt in nine years.

In the car accident that took his parents and half his leg, it was Sara Jay who stayed by his side through the darkest, most desperate days.

He had wanted to die. She pulled him back. In his cold, desolate world, she lit a single candle and showed him light and warmth again.

But good things never lasted. Half a year later, his uncle Marcus Martin imprisoned Sara Jay, using her as leverage against both Liam Martin and Brandon Jay.

From that day on, Liam Martin never saw her again.

Aside from the occasional photos Marcus Martin sent over the years, Liam Martin knew nothing of Sara Jay's fate-where she was, what she endured.

Then, at Chloe Bishop's birthday banquet, she chose him. With the Bishop family's influence, he rose quietly, broke free from Marcus Martin's control, and secretly took over many of his businesses.

Enraged, Marcus Martin sent Liam Martin a photo of Sara Jay-a knife in her chest, collapsed in a pool of blood-and told him she was dead.

Liam Martin and Brandon Jay were devastated. They struck back fiercely and finally drove Marcus Martin into a corner.

When Marcus Martin was imprisoned, he admitted to Liam Martin in person: he had killed Sara Jay.

Liam Martin's heart died that day. He agreed to Charles Bishop's push for marriage.

He had already failed Sara Jay. He couldn't fail Chloe Bishop too.

But now, Liam Martin had already cast Chloe Bishop from his mind. He held Sara Jay's hand gently in his own. "Sara. I will never leave you again. And I will never let anyone hurt you."

It was a man's promise.

No one could ever replace her in his heart-not even Chloe Bishop, who had stood by him for six years.

Sara Jay slept deeply, like a tranquil sleeping beauty.

The man standing in the study opened his mouth several times, then stopped.

Today was Mr. Martin and Miss Bishop's wedding day-but it seemed Mr. Martin had completely forgotten. He still hadn't changed.

Finally, the trembling subordinate outside the door gathered the courage to speak. "Mr. Martin... it's almost time. You should get dressed and go pick up the bride."

Liam Martin didn't seem to hear him. He sat motionless by the bed.

The subordinate wisely fell silent. He didn't have the nerve to say it again.

After a long while, Liam Martin finally stood. "Get my clothes."

An hour later, the wedding convoy appeared at the intersection outside the Bishop family villa. Dozens of luxury cars stretched out in a single line-an impressive sight.

All of Chloe Bishop's friends and family had arrived. The entire Bishop household was filled with laughter and joy, overflowing with celebration.

"They're here! The wedding cars are here!"

Cheers drifted up from downstairs.

Dressed in her exquisite bridal gown, Chloe Bishop threw caution to the wind and hurried to the balcony. She watched as the main wedding car slowly pulled up outside the gate.

Her mother's stern voice rang out from inside. "Chloe, come back and sit down properly. That's bad luck."

"Just one look."

Chloe Bishop held up a slender finger and gave her mother a playful wink.

Her mother frowned. "No!"

Seeing her mother's stern face, Chloe Bishop dropped her smile and reluctantly walked back inside.

"You!"

Her mother tapped her on the forehead. "Stay put. Your father and I will go down first."

She turned to Chloe Bishop's bridesmaids and added sternly, "When Liam Martin comes up, lock the door tight. Don't let her have her way. No opening the door before the auspicious hour, do you hear me?"

When it came to Liam Martin, Chloe Bishop had never been able to hold her ground.

Chloe Bishop laughed playfully. "Don't worry, Mother. This time, I'll listen to you."

From the very first time she saw that young man in white all those years ago, she had fallen-and no one else had ever caught her eye. She had waited all these years; she could wait another half hour.

Listening to the festive firecrackers outside, Chloe Bishop gazed at her reflection in the mirror and smiled with pure happiness. "Liam. I'm finally going to marry you."

She had waited for this day for so, so long.

Outside the Bishop villa, Liam Martin stepped out of the main wedding car with long, steady strides.

He wore a white suit, his features sharp and handsome, his bearing refined. His tall figure stood before the car, so perfect that people almost forgot about his disability.

Amidst the praise and laughter, Liam Martin led the wedding party toward the Bishop residence. Then his phone rang.

It was Brandon Jay. The investigation must have yielded results.

Liam Martin answered. "Brandon."

Brandon Jay's voice came through, darker and heavier than usual. "We found the mastermind behind what happened to Sara."

"Who is it?"

Straight ahead, Charles Bishop and his wife were walking toward him with warm smiles.

They looked at the tall, graceful young man before them-elegant as polished jade-and felt nothing but satisfaction. A son-in-law couldn't be more perfect.

Brandon Jay said, "It's Charles Bishop. Sara has been imprisoned in the Bishop family's old estate all along. And Marcus Martin-he was the one who sent him away."

Liam Martin's pupils contracted sharply. The warmth in his eyes was replaced by frost and ice. His usual gentleness vanished completely.

His voice held no trace of warmth. "Are you sure?"

Brandon Jay answered with certainty. "I'm sure."

Liam Martin's hand dropped to his side. He watched the Bishop couple approaching him, and a cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. So be it. Then I don't need to feel guilty about what I'm about to do.

He had planned to explain things to Chloe Bishop himself. But now-he didn't want to say a word. She had known about Sara Jay all along, yet she still pretended everything was fine and went through with this marriage.

Chloe. I really underestimated you.

Upstairs, Chloe Bishop was taking photos with her bridesmaids. In every shot, happiness and sweetness radiated from her face.

Gwen Grayson handed her a box. "Chloe, this is a gift from all of us for your wedding day. I've been holding onto it because Auntie was around-open it and see if you like it."

"What is it? So mysterious."

Chloe Bishop took the box and opened it under her friends' eager gazes. "What... what is this?"

Inside lay a set of sexy lingerie.

Gwen Grayson grinned mischievously. "It's for your wedding night."

Chloe Bishop pinched the tiny scrap of black lace between her fingers, looking deeply skeptical. "Can this thing even be worn?"

Wouldn't it be simpler and more efficient to just skip straight to the main event?

Gwen Grayson rolled her eyes at her. "What do you know? Men love that teasing glimpse of skin. It's called marital chemistry."

Gwen Grayson smiled gently. "Just trust us on this one."

"Really?"

Chloe Bishop stared at the flimsy fabric in her hand, a blush creeping across her cheeks as images flickered through her mind.

Tonight, she would become Liam Martin's wife.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from downstairs.

"Let me go check."

Gwen Grayson said and walked out to the balcony.

Moments later, she came back in, her expression heavy. "Chloe... Liam Martin left."

The color drained from Chloe Bishop's face in an instant. Not even her makeup could hide the paleness beneath.

That dream... was coming true?

"The wedding is canceled."

Those four words from Liam Martin landed like a bomb in the Bishop household, catching everyone off guard. It took them a long moment to process what they'd just heard.

The groom had run out on the wedding!

The groom had run out on the wedding!

By the time the guests snapped out of their shock, Charles Bishop had already sprinted out the gate and thrown himself in front of the lead wedding car, which was already starting to pull away.

The car was a convertible supercar-everything inside was visible.

Liam Martin stared coldly at Charles Bishop and said with finality, "The wedding is canceled. All previous promises are void."

"What did you say?"

Charles Bishop's face went deathly pale.

Liam Martin's lips curved into a faint smile, but it was laced with bitterness. "You should have seen this coming the moment you imprisoned Sara Jay. Isn't that right?"

Panic flickered in Charles Bishop's eyes. The thing he had feared most had happened.

Three months ago, Marcus Martin-cornered by Liam Martin-had brought Sara Jay to Charles Bishop and begged him to help escape New York City. That was when Charles Bishop first learned of her existence.

To be fair, Sara Jay's beauty wasn't particularly striking, not even comparable to Chloe Bishop's.

But there was something about her-a quality that made men instinctively want to protect her.

Fragile, pure, impossible not to pity.

After meeting Sara Jay, Charles Bishop feared she might disrupt Chloe Bishop and Liam Martin's relationship. So he hid her away and began pushing the wedding forward.

He had planned to come clean with Liam Martin after the ceremony. But last night, Sara Jay had disappeared, and he had no idea where she was now.

He had hoped that if the wedding went smoothly today-if they could just get through it-then he would confess everything.

But the worst had happened.

"Liam Martin, listen to me. I can explain everything. Today is your and Chloe's wedding day. Don't let your temper break her heart."

"I said the wedding is canceled."

Liam Martin's face remained unmoved, anger flashing in his eyes. "Move."

Three full months.

Charles Bishop had held Sara captive for three whole months-and Liam Martin had known nothing. He had believed she was truly dead, and foolishly agreed to this marriage.

Now he realized: Charles Bishop had started pushing for the wedding exactly three months ago. That meant Sara had already been in his hands by then.

Did the Bishop family really take him for a fool?

Thinking of the wounds covering Sara Jay's body, Liam Martin's hatred for Charles Bishop burned even hotter.

If his men hadn't found Sara last night and arrived in time, she would have been brutalized by thugs.

How could he ever let that slide?

Charles Bishop's voice shook with desperation and anger. "Liam Martin, calm down! All our friends and family are here. Chloe is still inside waiting for you. Can you bear to make her the laughingstock of the whole city?"

"That's on you. Let me make this clear, Charles Bishop-from today on, the Bishop family means nothing to me."

From today on, the Bishop family means nothing to me.

Chloe Bishop ran out just in time to hear those words. She froze, staring blankly at the man in the sports car.

Liam Martin saw her too. They were only a few meters apart. He could see clearly-her face was almost translucent with shock.

She had always been radiant, and in her wedding finery she was more stunning than anyone. The white gown accentuated her elegance and beauty perfectly.

She had taken his breath away once again.

Liam Martin thought: if Chloe Bishop had never met him, she would have been the most beautiful, happiest bride in the world.

But now, those once-bright, shining eyes had dimmed-because of him.

For a moment, Liam Martin felt a pang of guilt. In the end, he had failed her.

But compared to Sara, Chloe Bishop was far luckier.

He pulled his gaze away and stared coldly at Charles Bishop, reversing the car a few meters. "I'll say it one last time. Move."

Charles Bishop thought of Chloe Bishop's radiant happiness just moments ago, and then looked at this cold, heartless man before him. His heart twisted in pain.

No one was going to hurt his precious daughter-least of all Liam Martin.

Charles Bishop knew better than anyone how deeply Chloe Bishop loved him.

He threw caution to the wind and roared, "Liam Martin, if you insist on leaving, then run me over!"

Liam Martin sat in the car, his face dark as he locked eyes with Charles Bishop for a long moment. Then, without warning, the car lurched forward straight at him-

"No-!"

A scream tore from Chloe Bishop's throat.

Just as everyone braced for the impact, the car swerved sharply, grazing past Charles Bishop.

Charles Bishop stumbled, then immediately chased after it. "Come back! You bastard-get back here!"

The bastard had really left. He'd abandoned Chloe here.

Chloe Bishop wanted to call out to her father to stop chasing-if Liam Martin had been ruthless enough to leave her behind, then his heart was no longer with her.

What was the point of dragging back someone whose heart had already left?

But no sound would come from her throat. She could only watch helplessly as they disappeared farther and farther into the distance.

At the intersection ahead, the car suddenly turned. A sedan came barreling straight toward them. Charles Bishop, caught off guard and exposed behind the car, had no time to dodge-his body was sent flying through the air.

"Dad-no-!"

"No...!"

"Mrs. Bishop-Mrs. Bishop! Oh god... she's bleeding so much! Hurry-call an ambulance!"

Do you know what color the sky is?

For Chloe Bishop at this moment, it was gray.

Outside the operating room.

Chloe Bishop sat in her expensive white strapless gown, trembling, like a lifeless puppet-motionless, silent, barely breathing.

The dress, once pristine white, was now stained with splotches of blood. Her skin had always been pale, but against the blood, it seemed almost paper-thin and ghostly.

The blood on her gown and skin bloomed like vivid roses, making her beauty seem fragile and almost otherworldly.

Just moments ago, her father had been rushed into the emergency room. Her mother had been wheeled into another operating room for an induced labor.

The Bishop family relatives who had come along were all seething with indignation.

But when they looked at Chloe Bishop, sitting there colorless and silent, they couldn't bring themselves to say a word.

That Liam Martin... what a cruel man...

Chloe Bishop stared blankly at her blood-stained hands. Her mind replayed the image of her father being struck-over and over, a memory she couldn't escape.

He saw it. Liam Martin clearly saw Dad get hit.

Yet his car paused for only a moment-and then drove on.

He had turned a blind eye to her father's accident and simply left them behind.

Could someone tell her what had happened?

Why did he change so suddenly? Today was supposed to be their happiest day.

Before this, they had always been so good together-never a harsh word, never a fight. Why?

Chloe Bishop remembered the dream.

Was it because of Sara Jay?

Had Sara Jay come back?

What had her father and Liam Martin been hiding from her?

Mrs. Bishop hemorrhaged heavily, but in the end, both she and the baby survived.

Charles Bishop also barely clung to life, but due to severe head trauma, he had fallen into a deep coma.

The doctors reassured them that he would improve once he woke up-but they didn't say when that would be.

Once things stabilized, Chloe Bishop saw off the relatives and gave instructions to the household staff.

Throughout it all, she appeared exceptionally calm and composed.

One of the servants returned with clean clothes for her to change into.

When she cradled the tiny new life in her arms-she who had never been one to cry-tears finally blurred her vision.

After a long moment, she set the baby down and spoke, her voice hoarse. "Chen Ma, please take care of them. I need to step out."

Just then, her drowsy mother stirred awake. She looked at Chloe Bishop with weak but bitter eyes. "After everything that's happened... you're still going to him?"

Chloe Bishop forced a faint smile. "Mom, don't worry. I just need an answer. I'll be back soon."

With that, she turned and left the hospital.

The moment she stepped outside, a tall, slender young man walked toward her, concern etched on his face. "Chloe."

It was Justin Taylor, Liam Martin's friend.

Chloe Bishop looked at him, her expression flat, her voice rough. "Why haven't you gone home?"

He said, "I was worried about you. Are you going to the Martin residence?"

She nodded.

"I'll take you," he offered.

She didn't refuse and got into his car.

Once inside, she pulled out her phone. From the moment everything fell apart until now, Liam Martin hadn't sent a single call or message.

She lowered her gaze for a long moment, then pressed his number.

The call connected-but after a few rings, it was cut off.

He wasn't answering. Why?

"Justin, do you know why he left today?"

She lifted her head to look at Justin Taylor.

He knew who she was asking about, but her calmness unsettled him. "I don't know. You should ask him yourself."

Chloe Bishop could clearly see her own reflection in his eyes-a lifeless face, pale as a ghost.

She turned to look out the window and said nothing more.

An hour later, at the Martin residence.

Liam Martin was having dinner with Brandon Jay and Sara Jay.

Sara Jay had woken up at noon. She still looked frail, her skin unnaturally pale-almost sickly from years of being kept from sunlight.

"Mr. Martin, Miss Bishop is here."

A servant entered and stopped beside Liam Martin.

Liam Martin ignored him and placed some food on Sara Jay's plate-all things she had loved as a child.

Sara Jay beamed, delighted like a child, yet with a woman's fragile charm that was utterly captivating.

Liam Martin's eyes softened with affection. "Eat more if you like it."

A moment later, the servant spoke again. "Mr. Martin, Miss Bishop is still waiting outside."

Liam Martin thought of what Charles Bishop had done and answered coldly, "Tell her I'm not seeing anyone."

No sooner had he spoken than Chloe Bishop strode in, with Justin Taylor following behind-two injured bodyguards in tow.

At the sight of the strangers, Sara Jay shot up in alarm, her pretty face going pale as a frightened deer.

Chloe Bishop stopped in her tracks: Sara Jay. She really was back.

Liam Martin glanced at Chloe Bishop, then rose and pulled the trembling Sara Jay into his arms, murmuring softly, "Don't be scared. They're friends of mine."

"Oh-so they're friends."

Sara Jay smiled warmly at Chloe Bishop-innocent, pure, her eyes clear and untroubled.

To Chloe Bishop, it was unbearably jarring.

After all these years with Liam Martin, this was the first time she'd ever felt such a strong threat from another woman.

Sara Jay's beauty was untouched by any trace of the mundane.

She was like the purest, most untouchable white rose that lived in every man's heart.

And the irony was-Chloe Bishop hadn't even known when she'd come back.

Had she been that terrible of a fiancée?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Martin. We couldn't stop her."

The two bodyguards hung their heads in shame.

Liam Martin glanced at Justin Taylor, then returned his gaze to Chloe Bishop. After a few seconds of silence, he said to her, "Come with me."

His voice was as calm and gentle as ever-as if nothing had happened.

But Chloe Bishop didn't move. She raised her hand and pointed at Sara Jay. "You left because of her, didn't you?"

Perhaps taking offense at her gesture toward Sara Jay, Liam Martin's voice cooled. "Let's talk upstairs."

"Let's talk here."

Chloe Bishop stood her ground.

Liam Martin looked at her steadily. For a long time, he said nothing.

"Sara, let's go outside."

Brandon Jay led Sara Jay toward the door.

The servants and bodyguards also took their leave, and soon the living room held only Chloe Bishop and Liam Martin.

"Is she the reason you left?"

She asked again after they were gone.

"You really don't know?"

Liam Martin's eyes bore into her, and a trace of mockery crept into his voice. "Your father kept her imprisoned in the Bishop family's old estate for three months. Those scars all over her body? They're thanks to you and your family-and you're telling me you don't know who she is?"

Father imprisoned Sara Jay?

Everything was playing out exactly as in her nightmare-except Liam Martin hadn't hired anyone to assault her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never seen her before."

Chloe Bishop met his gaze honestly. Whether or not her father had actually imprisoned Sara Jay, she truly knew nothing about it. "So tell me-why would my father lock her up?"

She wasn't naive. If Liam Martin had no feelings for Sara Jay, why would her father have gone to such lengths?

Years ago, Liam Martin had told her himself-he only thought of Sara Jay as a little sister.

And yet today, he'd left her at the altar for Sara Jay's sake, throwing away six years of their relationship.

Liam Martin studied her. "You really don't know?"

Chloe Bishop let out a bitter laugh, her voice dry and strained. "As... it seems we've known each other all these years without truly understanding each other at all."

She had trusted him without question, believing she knew him best. Only today did she realize how devastatingly wrong she had been.