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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 316- Arlette and francesco

Arlette paced back and forth outside Francesco's private ward, her mind racing with a mix of worry, frustration, and relief. She had been on edge ever since she heard about the mission gone awry, and now that Francesco was safe and recovering, her emotions were bubbling over. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Francesco lay on the bed, his arm in a sling and a bandage on his forehead. Despite his injuries, he managed a grin as he saw her enter. "Hey, Arlette," he said, his voice warm. "You look... stressed and h-hot. I mean hot. You look smoking hot." Jason has already given him heads on how furious Arlette has been. Francesco tried to play it cool but inwardly he was sweating bullets. The redness around her eyes speaks volumes. It broke her heart to see the love of his life so stressed and crying over him.