My Fiancé Stole My Company And Left Me Homeless — Then A Billionaire Made Me An Offer
Part 1
I had exactly three dollars left in my checking account when I watched the man I was supposed to marry kissing another woman.
Rain hammered violently against the windows of the office building as my heels clicked against the marble floor.
Something about the atmosphere in the hallway felt incredibly wrong.
Most of my coworkers avoided eye contact the second I walked past.
That was when my eyes landed on the slightly open door at the end of the corridor.
Dan was pinning Brenda against the mahogany table.
The two coffees I was holding slipped straight through my fingers and exploded across the tiles.
Dan jerked away from her instantly.
Brenda just smirked while slowly fixing her ruined lipstick.
She leaned back against the edge of the wood and crossed her arms.
Dan took a hesitant step forward with his hands raised.
I let out a harsh laugh that burned my throat.
Brenda stepped out from behind him with a look of pure pity.
The entire world seemed to tilt sideways as she tapped a manicured nail against a stack of thick folders.
Those were the exact designs I had spent the last five years developing.
Dan refused to meet my gaze.
Every late night working on the couch suddenly made sickening sense.
The missing files and weird bank notifications finally clicked into place.
He swallowed hard while adjusting his tie.
Five entire years of my life had just been erased for a bigger paycheck.
Brenda picked up the closest folder and tossed it toward the trash can.
Two heavy security guards stepped through the open doorway before I could process anything else.
One of the uniformed men cleared his throat awkwardly.
Dan simply turned his back and stared out at the storm.
That cowardice hurt far worse than the actual cheating.
I forced my chin up and grabbed the strap of my purse.
My dignity was the absolute last thing I had left to hold onto.
Brenda casually mentioned that our apartment was entirely in Dan’s name now.
My stomach plummeted straight into an icy abyss.
I sat shivering inside my freezing car two hours later beneath a broken streetlamp.
Water slid down the cracked windshield in thick sheets.
My phone battery indicator flashed red at three percent.
A hollow ache gnawed at my empty stomach.
Pain radiated through every inch of my body, but pure exhaustion had finally taken over.
The sudden buzzing of my phone made me jump violently.
An unknown number illuminated the dark cabin.
I pressed the device against my cold ear with shaky fingers.
Our apartment manager clinically informed me about my immediate eviction.
I squeezed my eyes shut and begged for a few more days.
The line went dead with a sharp click.
I stared blankly at the glowing dashboard clock.
There was nowhere left for me to go.
A loud knock on the glass shattered the silence.
That police officer ordered me to move my vehicle immediately.
The tiny diner on the edge of Manhattan smelled like stale coffee and old grease.
Warm air blasted from a rusty vent the second I pushed through the glass door.
A tired waitress in a stained apron raised an eyebrow at my dripping clothes.
I pulled out my worn leather wallet and counted the few crumpled bills.
Three dollars wasn’t much, but it bought me a steaming mug of dark roast.
I slid into the furthest corner booth and wrapped my freezing fingers around the ceramic cup.
The entire restaurant suddenly fell dead silent.
Every single customer turned their head toward the front entrance.
A tall man in a tailored black overcoat stepped inside.
Raw power seemed to roll off his broad shoulders in waves.
Four massive security guards fanned out behind him in perfect synchronization.
The air in the room grew noticeably colder.
Women at the counter stared openly at his sharp jawline.
Craig Harrington was impossible not to recognize.
He was the youngest billionaire in the city and entirely ruthless.
People on Wall Street called him a monster behind his back.
I quickly dropped my gaze back down to my bitter coffee.
His dark eyes snapped directly toward my corner booth.
I kept my head down and focused on the swirling black liquid.
My phone buzzed aggressively against the sticky table surface.
Dan’s name flashed across the cracked screen.
I hit the ignore button without a second thought.
The device immediately started ringing again.
I finally snatched it up and pressed accept.
Dan told me to calm down in an incredibly soft and reasonable voice.
A bitter laugh escaped my chest before I could bite it back.
I lowered my voice to a harsh whisper.
A heavy sigh echoed through the tiny speaker.
My vision blurred with fresh tears.
Half a decade of my unwavering loyalty meant absolutely nothing to him.
Silence stretched between us for a long agonizing moment.
The call disconnected with a hollow beep.
I placed the phone down gently on the formica table.
Silent tears slipped down my cheeks and dripped onto my damp collar.
It was just the quiet realization that my entire future was dead.
Craig Harrington had stopped walking and was watching me intently.
I wiped my face quickly and grabbed my purse to leave.
A sleek black credit card suddenly landed right next to my coffee mug.
I snapped my head up in shock.
The billionaire stood close enough for me to see the gold flecks in his dark eyes.
His expression was completely unreadable.
I blinked up at him in utter confusion.
He leaned down and calmly offered me a proposition.
My defensive instincts flared up instantly.
A tiny smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
He slid into the vinyl seat directly across from me.
I stared at the black credit card resting against the diner table, then slowly looked up at the stranger who had just offered to buy my life for one year.
