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I hate that I loved you!

Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned… Rizi D'Souza, once a naive heiress, falls for the charming billionaire Zain Bennetti, only to have her life shattered by his ruthless betrayal. The son of the powerful Bennetti Conglomerate, Zain is driven by a dark desire for revenge, destroying Rizi and her family without remorse. But revenge is a dish best served cold. As Rizi transforms from a fallen heiress into a skilled hacker, she plots her own retribution. On her path to vengeance, she uncovers a web of hidden schemes and truths that force her to question everything she thought she knew. Who is the real villain in this twisted game? Zain Bennetti, the infamous and powerful CEO, believes he has found satisfaction in crushing his enemies. But the void inside him grows deeper with each passing day. When the hidden truth behind his parents' death is revealed, Zain realizes he has been manipulated by those he trusted most. His world turns upside down, and he understands that he has made a grave mistake. Determined to atone for his sins, Zain embarks on a quest to find Rizi. He vows to love her, protect her, and sacrifice everything for her—even his own life. Can he win back her trust and heal the wounds he has inflicted? Join Rizi D'Souza, the fallen heiress turned hacker, and Zain Bennetti, the tormented billionaire, in a gripping tale of love, hate, and revenge. Will their journey lead to redemption, or will the darkness consume them both? If you enjoy the chapter and story, please leave a review, comment, and vote for the book. Your support will inspire me to be more creative and bring this story to life. This book is copyrighted. Copyright @2024 by Mandy_Cahayaa. All rights reserved.

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Chapter 309- Aftermath

As the helicopter touched down on the rooftop helipad of the hospital in La Rochelle, Rizi's heart clenched with a mixture of hope and fear. The medical team rushed forward, "Hurry up, we do not have time!" someone spoke.

Their urgent movements are a stark contrast to the stillness of the night air. Zain was carefully transferred from the helicopter onto a waiting gurney, his ashen complexion a haunting reminder of the perilous journey they had just undertaken.

With a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation, Rizi followed closely behind as they raced through the corridors of the hospital. Each step felt like an eternity, the echoes of their footfalls reverberating in the cavernous halls like a relentless drumbeat of uncertainty.