Fiancé&#x27;s Betrayal - Revealing the Cheating Plot

"Bound By The Wrong Brother"

Chapter 1 of Fiancé's Betrayal - Revealing the Cheating Plot

"Perfect," I whispered, stepping back to admire my creations. The cupcakes were works of art—golden crusts with hints of maple, topped with cream cheese frosting and tiny handcrafted sugar leaves in autumn colors. My followers would go crazy for them.

I glanced at the clock: 6:30 PM. In less than twenty-four hours, millions of viewers would tune in to my Thanksgiving special. The collaboration with Elite Hospitality Brands could elevate my channel from successful to superstar status.

"Skyler?" Carson's voice startled me from my thoughts. "You've been in here for hours. Everything okay?"

I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. My fiancé of eight years looked handsome as always in his dark sweater and jeans, but something seemed off. His eyes didn't quite meet mine.

"I'm just nervous about tomorrow's livestream," I said, wiping frosting from my fingers. "This collaboration could double our rental bookings next year."

Carson nodded, but his attention darted to his phone as it buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, then quickly typed a response.

"Important message?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

"Just work stuff," he replied, slipping the phone back. "The Peterson group wanted confirmation about their Christmas booking."

Another buzz. Another quick response.

"Carson, is everything okay? You've been... distant lately."

He crossed the room and kissed my forehead, his cologne mingling with the dessert scents. "Everything's fine, babe. Just pre-holiday stress."

But as he turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of his screen—a message from someone named Arlette. My stomach tightened. Arlette was supposed to be his childhood friend, someone he rarely mentioned anymore.

"I thought you were meeting Arlette tonight," I said, trying to sound casual. "For dinner, right?"

Carson paused at the doorway. "Yeah, just catching up. He's in town for the holiday and wanted to grab a bite."

He was leaving already? I hadn't even finished setting up the livestream equipment.

"You're going now? But we were going to review the shot list together."

"Can't be late," he said, checking his watch. "We'll go over everything in the morning. The lighting team isn't coming until noon anyway."

After he left, I stood alone in the kitchen, staring at my perfect cupcakes. Something felt wrong. Carson had been acting strange for weeks—hushed phone calls, mysterious text messages, and now rushing off to meet Arlette when we had work to do.

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my camera roll, reviewing footage for tomorrow's livestream. As I reached for my equipment bag, my fingers brushed against a small device—a live streaming lapel mic I'd ordered for backup.

A crazy thought popped into my head. What if...

No. I couldn't possibly spy on Carson. That would be paranoid, invasive, wrong.

But what if he's hiding something?

I picked up the mic, weighing it in my palm. It was tiny, barely noticeable. Just in case, I told myself. Just in case my intuition was right.

Twenty minutes later, I heard Carson's footsteps returning. I quickly slipped the mic into his jacket pocket hanging by the door.

"I forgot my wallet," he explained, grabbing it from the counter. He didn't notice my trembling hands or the guilty look on my face.

"Have fun," I said, forcing a smile. "Say hi to Arlette for me."

After he left again, I sat at my laptop, staring at the livestream dashboard. The backup feed was live, connected to Carson's microphone. I shouldn't watch, I told myself. This was invasive. Wrong.

But I couldn't stop myself from clicking on the feed.

At first, there was nothing—just the sound of a car engine, some muffled conversation. Then Carson's voice came through clearly: "She has no idea."

My heart froze. Who was he talking about? Me?

The feed suddenly showed video—the interior of a car, then a gorgeous property with a glass-roofed hot tub visible through the window.

"Oh my god," a female voice gasped. "This place is amazing."

Female? Arlette was supposed to be a man.

I leaned closer to the screen, my hands shaking.

"Wait until you see the hot tub," Carson said, his voice husky in a way I recognized all too well.

The camera jostled as Carson removed his jacket. Through the mic's feed, I watched in horror as Carson and Arlette—definitely a woman despite her masculine clothing—embraced passionately.

"She still thinks you're just my childhood friend," Carson laughed against Arlette's neck.

"And she never suspected?" Arlette asked, pulling Carson closer.

"Not a clue," he said proudly. "Which makes our plan even easier."

I gripped the edge of my desk, feeling the world tilt beneath me.

"What about tomorrow's livestream?" Arlette asked as they climbed into the hot tub.

Carson's laugh chilled me to the bone. "That's where the real fun begins."

Select Chapter

CH. 1 CH. 2 CH. 3

CH. 4

CH. 5

CH. 6

CH. 7

all

Read the Full Novel on

Moonpage

Now, free reading available

Popular Modern WebNovels

Action

Breaking Free from His Grip

9.5

Breed me Raw, Alpha

8.7

Halloween Night Secrets

7.9

Husband's Twin Deception

8.7

Sisters Wives: Married To My Annoying Professor

8.9

DENNYJAY: TO TOUCH AN OMEGA

Latest WebNovel Releases

In DENNYJAY: TO TOUCH AN OMEGA, a feared Alpha bully hides his true identity as an Omega. When a ruthless rival heir challenges his status, the power struggle shifts from the battlefield to the bedroom. Read this werewolf romance novel and billionaire action story online now.

Action

Just like the evening breeze leaves no trace

Chapter 1 It was their seventh wedding anniversary. Carolyn found the divorce agreement in Roger’s nightstand. The pages were covered in scribbles and corrections, as if he’d agonized over them for years. *"If, during the marriage, I fall in love with another person, I voluntarily relinquish all assets and leave with nothing. Asset details as follows…"* His first impulse had been to walk away empty-handed. But the asset section told a different story—a mess of revisions. First, he’d crossed out the property he intended to give her. Then, the fifty million earmarked for her was scratched out and replaced with five hundred thousand. Finally, as if in penance, he had written a single line. *"Better to have Carolyn leave with nothing. No choice, Catherine is pregnant."* … Carolyn sank onto the bed, disbelief washing over her. On the agreement, Roger’s signature was clean and decisive, without a hint of hesitation. And the document had been drafted seven years ago—the very year they married. That year, Roger had been willing to give up everything for her. Yet every year after, he had crossed out another piece of their shared life. Now, seven years later, the one leaving with nothing would be her. Her phone buzzed abruptly. A message from Roger. *"Urgent business. Won't be back."* She called, only to find his phone already switched off. Another notification flashed—a screenshot from a friend. Catherine, the student she sponsored, had posted on social media. *"Wow, got praised! To commemorate my first period without a leak, the big boss said we should celebrate properly!"* In a nine-photo collage, Roger gazed at her, eyes crinkling with affection as he fastened a dazzling gemstone necklace around her neck. The post was tagged at a couples-themed hotel. Carolyn’s breath caught. He couldn’t remember seven years of marriage, of weathering storms together—but he could find the energy to celebrate Catherine’s… leak-free period. And that pendant… she’d seen it at an auction just last week. It was her mother’s lost heirloom. She’d been ready to bid when her bank card was frozen. She’d asked Roger why. A long time later, he finally texted back, telling her not to waste money on such impractical things. Clutching her bidding paddle, she’d sat helplessly in the auction hall. In the end, she resolved to sell one of her own designs to raise the funds. But someone on the phone swooped in with an unbeatable offer and took it. For weeks afterward, Carolyn hated herself—hated that she couldn’t protect her mother’s last keepsake. She never imagined the one who snatched it away was Roger. He knew exactly how much that pendant meant to her. Yet he gave it to Catherine. Even on their seventh anniversary, Roger had lied about being busy with work, while wining and dining the girl she’d sponsored. The anniversary gift he left her was a divorce agreement demanding she leave with nothing. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of infidelity. And Carolyn had known nothing. She’d even introduced the other woman to him herself. Catherine was the impoverished student Carolyn sponsored. The first time Catherine came to their home to give thanks, Roger found her intrusive and disliked her on sight. *"That girl has no manners. Tracked mud all over my cashmere rug."* *"If her grades aren’t up to par, cut the sponsorship."* Back then, Carolyn had teased him, saying not to be jealous—it was good the girl had a grateful heart. She never once suspected Roger and Catherine. For seven years, everyone in their circle believed Roger never played around. That he loved only Carolyn. But by their next meeting, Catherine had become Roger’s personal assistant. Roger explained, *"The girl’s had it tough. You’ve sponsored her for years. Giving her a job is just helping you out."* Carolyn had laughed it off. Now, hands trembling, she opened Catherine’s social media feed. Catherine had always hidden her posts from Carolyn. Now, she seemed desperate to flaunt everything. While Carolyn drank until her stomach bled to secure a deal for Roger, Catherine was using Roger’s card to buy her first Louis Vuitton. While Carolyn changed bedpans for Roger’s bedridden grandmother, Roger was taking Catherine to a perfume atelier for a blending class—calling it a business trip. Catherine had even complained online. *"Your wife is such a pampered princess. Can't handle the tiniest thing without you running back. Can she not live without a man?"* And Roger had replied beneath it. *"If she were half as independent as you, I’d have an easier life."* But that day… Carolyn’s mother had lost her battle with cancer. She’d cried until her heart felt shredded, scrambling to handle the arrangements. All the while, Roger kept checking his phone impatiently, eager to leave. Not for work, she realized now—but because he was desperate to get back to Catherine.

LOVE BEYOND THE PAIN

In the romance novel LOVE BEYOND THE PAIN, Aurelia replaces her sister to marry the cold Gian Alvaro. To settle family debts, she enters a modern mystery of obligation and hidden secrets. Read novels online to see if their forced union can survive the truth behind their marriage.

My Husband Swapped Our Baby with His Mistress’s Son

The steering wheel slicked under my palms, my knuckles white ridges against the leather. Rain lashed the windshield of my sedan, blurring the Manhattan skyline into a smear of weeping gray. I checked the dashboard clock again. 2:14 PM. Collin’s prep began at 2:30. My son needed a piece of my liver to survive, and I would tear this city apart with my bare hands to get to him. In the rearview mirror, a black SUV loomed, its grille a steel maw swallowing the distance between us. I changed lanes. It followed. Another flanked me on the right, boxing me in against the concrete divider of the FDR Drive.

Action

No Water Like the Sea

"Donna, have you lost your goddamn mind? Who told you to go near Grace?" After Donna had Robert's beloved, unattainable ideal blacklisted and sent abroad, he completely snapped. "You're hurting me..." Trying to pull her hand back, Donna found Robert's gaze fixed on her, his eyes bloodshot with fury. He didn't let go—instead, he tightened his grip. "Hurt? You think you know what hurt feels like? Grace slit her wrists, and you still arranged to have her sent away? Did you ever stop to consider her pain?" "Tell me, what did you say to her the last time you met?" Pain paled Donna's face, yet a stubborn defiance hardened within. Fighting to keep the tears at bay, she refused to show vulnerability and glared back at Robert without flinching. "What does her life or death have to do with me? Or with you!? I'm the one you're about to marry!" "Oh, wonderful. The future Mrs. Robert. Is that it? Donna, you're just counting on me having no choice but to marry you, aren't you? You think a piece of paper can trap me?" "Hah, looks like I've spoiled you too much all these years. You're still this naive, even at your age!" Robert sneered, eyes full of mockery. Blindfolding Donna, he hoisted her onto a wire dozens of meters high. She struggled desperately, the thin cord suspending her seeming ready to snap at any moment. "Stop!" Utterly hopeless. This was the same man who once cooled a cup of hot water before handing it to her, afraid she might burn herself. Now, he stood there coldly, savoring her desperate pleas. Donna was the only legitimate heir of her generation in the family. A pity she was a girl—Michael didn't believe women should lead. So Laura took matters into her own hands. She selected six boys from affiliated families, raising them alongside Donna with the explicit understanding that her choice would become her husband and inherit the family empire. "Whoever Donna marries gets the keys to the empire!" Those six boys had always catered to Donna's every whim. As children, they were her entourage, teasing and tormenting others at her command. As adults, they accompanied her, beating the illegitimate family children into submission. Robert, the standout among them, always charged ahead, dealing the harshest blows. In Donna's eyes, that fearless brutality defined a man. So at her coming-of-age ceremony, she chose Robert as her fiancé without hesitation. She even spent hundreds of millions on advertising, announcing to the world that Donna was engaged to Robert! Only when those overwhelming ads reached Grace's ears, driving her to slit her wrists in anguish, did Donna finally realize: Robert had a cherished first love all along. And that tender "Donna" he whispered in moments of passion—that wasn't her either. Donna had tried to win Robert back, but Grace sought her out first. On one hand, Grace acted pure and proud, declaring she'd never be the other woman, urging Donna to help her go abroad. "Miss Donna, I have no interest in being a homewrecker, but you should keep your man in check. Don't let him come crawling to me—it puts me in an awkward position." On the other, she sent tearful messages to Robert, sobbing, "We're just not meant to be. Maybe in another life"—making Robert believe Donna had forced her hand. Donna's voice grew hoarse from crying, her eyes dull. The ropes cut into her skin, fresh wounds bleeding steadily. Finally, Robert deigned to crouch down and lift her chin. "Grace came back but refuses to eat properly, avoiding me on purpose." "She says as long as you're alive, she'll always be the other woman. She won't accept me. What am I supposed to do?" He thought the problem lay with Donna. Donna shook her head in despair. "I never said anything. She asked to leave herself..." She no longer had the strength to explain. Robert scoffed. "Donna, you really are heartless. I played the loyal dog for you all these years, and still you bite the hand that feeds you." With that, he gestured to someone beside him. The next moment, the rope around Donna's waist snapped... When she opened her eyes again, Donna was back at her coming-of-age ceremony, the day she chose Robert as her fiancé. "Donna, are you sure you want to choose Robert?"

One mistake and Billionaire's Prisoner

In One mistake and Billionaire's Prisoner, Luna's defiance triggers a dangerous contract with Daimen Blackwell. This billionaire romance novel follows a journey of forced possession and betrayal, where a werewolf's quest for revenge risks losing the woman he has searched for all his life.