I Made Him a Billionaire CEO,Then He Betrayed Me with His Secretary

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I Made Him a Billionaire CEO,Then He Betrayed Me with His Secretary

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We'd just finished drinking, both of us drenched in sweat, about to cross that final line. Then Evan Fox stared at my flat stomach and asked out of nowhere: "Babe, what happened to the mole that used ...

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第1章

We'd just finished drinking, both of us drenched in sweat, about to cross that final line. Then Evan Fox stared at my flat stomach and asked out of nowhere: "Babe, what happened to the mole that used to be here?" Every ounce of heat between us evaporated. I didn't press him. I just stood up, calm as anything, and pulled my clothes back on. "Something came up at the office. I'm heading out." "I spent three months putting together tomorrow night's gala. Go or don't go. Your choice." The buzz of alcohol faded from his eyes. He knew the choice I was offering him wasn't just about the gala. So the moment I left, a text came through: "I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again." I deleted the message without replying. The night of the gala, he showed up as my date. His phone buzzed once. One glance at the screen, and he lost it. Got up and walked out in front of everyone. Every person in that room knew I'd spent months building this gala as a launchpad for his career. And now I'd been discarded like trash, left standing alone. I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene. I simply took the microphone from the host and spoke, voice perfectly even: "Mr. Fox had an urgent matter to attend to. In the meantime, let's invite Mr. Chavez to the stage to discuss the roadmap ahead." After I stepped down, I took my seat and glanced at the social media post Claudia Swanson had just uploaded. I laughed. I'd spent three years pulling him from a scholarship kid to the top of the industry. If he didn't appreciate that, he couldn't blame me for taking it all back. The room went quiet for three full seconds before the whispers started, rippling outward like a current. …… Countless eyes landed on me. Some pitying. Some mocking. Most just entertained, waiting to see how the show would end. Everyone knew this gala had been organized specifically for Evan. No matter how smoothly I'd covered for him, I knew the truth. The moment he walked out of that ballroom, I became the biggest joke in the industry. I held it together for two solid hours. I smiled, I networked, I saw off every last executive. Only then did I sit down and open my phone. A post from three minutes ago. Claudia's. The secretary Evan had personally recruited. The one who couldn't even pass her probation review without him pulling strings. The photo was a rain-streaked car window, blurred and moody. The car was the Maybach I'd given Evan last year. The caption read: "So it's true. Some people really will drop everything the second you're upset." The location tag read Harborview Residences. The condo I'd paid for in full. The one I'd put in Evan's name. Worth north of ten million dollars. Below the post, there was only one comment. From Evan. Three words. "I'm here." I stared at those three words and smiled. Five years ago, I'd first met Evan in college. He was wearing a T-shirt washed so many times it had gone white, working a part-time gig at one of the campus stalls. He couldn't even bring himself to spend a few bucks on a boxed lunch. He was nothing like the trust-fund boys around me, the ones who blew their nights drag-racing and bar-hopping. There was a light in his eyes. Something clean and stubborn. He said he was going to make it in this city on his own terms. And I fell for it. I covered his tuition and living expenses for three years. I connected him with the best mentors in the field. I pulled strings to get him internships at top-tier firms. The year he graduated, I went against my father's fierce objections and put up two hundred million in seed money. I founded a company from scratch and paved every inch of the road for him. He said he hated schmoozing, so I took every meeting, every dinner, every toast on his behalf. Without my family backing me, the only way to close deals was to drink until I was hospitalized with a bleeding stomach. The first thing I did when I woke up was finalize his partnership with the biggest player in the market. He said the senior employees didn't respect him. So I stepped in personally and fired three veterans who'd been with me for years, just to clear the way for him. He said he wasn't the romantic type, that he didn't care about holidays or any of that sentimental stuff. And I believed him.

第2章

For five years, my birthday, Valentine's Day, our anniversary—he was always working late. Always brushing me off with a simple "Sorry, I forgot. Work's been crazy." I told myself it was fine. He was building his career, proving that my investment in him wasn't a mistake. That he was doing it all to give me a better future. Then last month, I found a receipt from a luxury jeweler tucked inside his car. The recipient was Claudia Swanson. Seven figures. That was when I understood. It wasn't that he didn't know how to be romantic. His romance just never belonged to me. He wasn't busy. He simply never wanted to give his time to me. At three in the morning, Evan finally came home. He reeked of an unfamiliar women's perfume. A long brown hair clung to his jacket. It wasn't mine. He spotted me still sitting on the couch and froze for a second before his brow creased. "It's late. Why aren't you asleep?" I looked up at him, my voice so flat it could have been a dead line. "The gala. Explain." His hands paused mid-shrug as he was taking off his jacket. He walked over and sat across from me, his tone casual, as if the answer were obvious. "Claudia got dumped. She was crying, saying she wanted to kill herself. What was I supposed to do, ignore her? She's a young woman, all alone in Greyport. If something happened, that'd be on me." "And so?" I stared at him, my eyes sharp with contempt. "So you ditched me. You ditched dozens of investors I personally brought to that gala, all to drive halfway across the city for a heartbroken secretary?" "Bernice, do you have to be so aggressive about everything?" Evan's frown deepened, irritation written across his face. "It was one gala. You're telling me the great Ms. Pruitt can't hold down a room on her own? Why are you making such a big deal out of nothing?" "You think this is nothing?" I laughed. "Evan, who was that gala for?" "I begged countless people, humbled myself over and over, just to put you at the top of this industry. And you walked out in front of every single one of them. Whose reputation took the hit? Mine. Bernice Pruitt's." "If that's how you want to see it, what am I supposed to say?" Evan leaned back into the couch, the picture of indifference. "I know you've done a lot for me. But that doesn't give you the right to control where I go and what I do. We're in a relationship, not a transaction. I didn't sell myself to you." "I'm good to Claudia because she's my subordinate. She's my secretary. Looking out for her is just part of being a decent boss." "Just admit it. Tonight wasn't about the gala. You're jealous. You can't stand seeing another woman anywhere near me." I looked at that face of his and felt something inside me collapse. Five years of sacrifice, and the whole thing suddenly felt like one enormous joke. I asked him. "Then what about the project the R&D team spent six months on? Why did you put Claudia's name on it? She doesn't even understand basic market research. What could she possibly have contributed?" Evan's expression shifted, but he recovered quickly. "Claudia handled a ton of logistics and coordination for that project. Without her, you think things would've run that smoothly? You people are just biased against her because she doesn't have a fancy degree. You dismiss everything she does." I could barely believe what I was hearing. "She can't even write up meeting minutes without errors. What exactly is she coordinating?" "Evan, you took six months of your entire team's blood, sweat, and tears and handed it to her as a stepping stone. How can you look those employees in the eye? The ones pulling all-nighters, every single night?" "Enough!" Evan slammed his palm on the coffee table and shot to his feet, towering over me. "Bernice, whose company is this? I'm the CEO. I decide who gets credit, and it's none of your business." "Don't forget," I said. "That company exists because I built it with my money."

第3章

I stood up too, my eyes locked on his. He blinked, then let out a scornful laugh. "Fine. I admit it. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today." "But you defied your own father for me. Five years of pushback, all that money, all that energy poured in. Are you really willing to burn it all down?" His words were a poisoned blade, driven straight into my heart. The wound was raw and bloody, but I couldn't even feel the pain anymore. So he'd known all along. He knew exactly how much I'd sacrificed for him. That was why he dared to be so brazen. That night, we parted on bitter terms. He slammed the guest room door and didn't come out for the rest of the night. I sat in the living room until dawn. When the first light crept through the windows, I sent my lawyer a message: "Those documents I asked you to prepare. Where do we stand?" The reply came almost immediately: "Ms. Pruitt, everything is proceeding on schedule. We can move forward whenever you give the word." I deleted the conversation. As if nothing had happened. I'd given him chances. More than one. Six months ago, I'd already noticed something was off. He started working late constantly, staying out all night. His phone was always face-down on the table. He'd even changed his lock screen passcode to Claudia's birthday. The first time I brought up Claudia was after I saw his social media photos from a company retreat. Everyone was looking at the camera. Everyone except him. His gaze had drifted to Claudia, tucked away in the far corner of the frame. I told him to keep his distance from her. He apologized. Said he'd just been spacing out, hadn't realized, and that it wouldn't happen again. Then he turned around and promoted Claudia from administrative secretary to executive assistant to the CEO, tripling her salary. He gave her a private office and clearance high enough to access the company's core data at will. People at the company whispered behind my back, saying Claudia was the real future Mrs. Fox. I was supposed to be his girlfriend, but I was treated like an outsider. I swallowed it. I told myself that after five years together, this was just a passing infatuation. He'd come to his senses eventually. But my patience only made him bolder. The next morning, I went to the office. The moment I stepped into the elevator, there was Claudia. She was wearing the latest haute couture suit. In her hand was a limited-edition bag I couldn't have gotten my hands on even if I'd waited in line for hours. All bought by Evan. When she saw me, she didn't shrink back. Instead, she smiled and sidled up to me. "Good morning, Ms. Pruitt." I ignored her. She lowered her voice to a murmur only the two of us could hear. "Ms. Pruitt, thank you for holding down the fort for Evan last night. He spent so long keeping me company, I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning." She paused, her smile widening. "Oh, and Evan told me the thing he hates most about you is that entitled princess attitude. You always make him feel like he's eating out of your hand. But he's a man. What he needs is emotional fulfillment, not your charity." "If you'd like lessons on how to give a man what he actually needs, I'm happy to teach you." "Of course, I'd have to borrow Evan for the demonstration." The elevator doors opened. She clicked out on her heels, hips swaying, without a backward glance. I stood in the elevator, nails digging into my palms, feeling nothing. I walked into Evan's office. He was reading a document and didn't even look up. "What is it?" "Fire Claudia." No preamble. No buildup. He finally raised his head, brow furrowed, irritation written across his face. "What are you making a scene about now?" "I'm making a scene?" I stared at him. "Do you have any idea what she said to me? She's lording herself over me, rubbing my face in it, and I don't even have the right to do anything about it?"

第4章

"What did she say to you?" Evan's tone was pure dismissal. He rubbed his brow wearily. "Claudia's not that kind of person. You must have misunderstood. She's young, she doesn't know better. Cut her some slack." I laughed. "She's your secretary, not your grandmother. Why should I cut her any slack?" "Bernice!" He slammed his pen on the desk and shot to his feet. "Can you grow up? Stop acting like some jealous schoolgirl!" "I'm at a critical stage in my career. Claudia gives me emotional support. She helps me focus on my work. And you? What do you do besides pressure me and pick fights?" Emotional support. So five years of giving him everything I had still couldn't compete with a young girl batting her eyelashes and playing the victim. I looked at him, and suddenly, I didn't want to fight anymore. "Fine. I'll drop it." "The Global Summit is next month. The organizers gave us two spots, and I secured one for you. This is your best shot at breaking into the international market. Don't screw it up." His expression softened instantly. He walked over and patted my shoulder. "I knew you'd come around. You've always been the sensible one." "Don't worry. Once I've got a solid foothold, I'll marry you. A big, proper wedding." I looked at him. Not a single ripple stirred inside me. This was his best opportunity. And the perfect moment for me to pull the net closed. Over the next month, I watched him and Claudia grow bolder. The core algorithm my team had spent a year refining, he handed straight to Claudia. She entered it in a competition and won an innovation award. At the ceremony, Claudia teared up on stage and said, "I want to thank my mentor, Evan Fox. I wouldn't be here without him." The internet praised them as a dream team. No one knew that algorithm had been built on countless all-nighters pulled by my team. My birthday. I'd reminded him two weeks in advance. He promised he'd be there, swore he'd celebrate with me. On the day itself, I waited for him all night. He didn't even send a "happy birthday." The next morning, I saw it. Claudia had posted on social media the day before. Evan had taken her to Disneyland. He'd arranged a private fireworks show just for her. The caption read: "My little one. Be happy forever." I was hospitalized with a stomach hemorrhage. I called him. His voice was thick with irritation. "I'm on my way to the vet with Claudia. Her cat's sick. Just call a nurse. You're a grown woman. Stop being so dramatic." Then he hung up. I lay in the hospital bed. For the first time, I realized that for five years, I'd been completely blind. I stopped arguing with him. Stopped making scenes. Stopped asking about him and Claudia altogether. I just went to work and came home on time, every day. As if nothing had happened. Evan probably assumed I'd given in. That I'd finally accepted Claudia's presence in his life. The way he looked at me carried a new kind of satisfaction, like he was granting me a favor by staying. He didn't know I was simply waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment. To take back everything I'd given him, with interest. The moment came soon enough. The Global Summit. Investors, media, industry titans, all under one roof. Evan was set to unveil our new product at the event. It was the key to cementing his place at the top of the industry. The day of the summit, I sat in the front row and watched Evan stride onto the stage, radiating confidence. He took the microphone and spoke with effortless charisma. He talked about his journey from a penniless college kid to a rising star in tech. He painted himself as a self-made genius who'd defied the odds. Not once during the entire speech did he mention me. Not once did he mention the Pruitt Group.

第5章

After presenting the product, he turned and beckoned Claudia, who'd been waiting at the side of the stage, to join him. He wrapped an arm around her, smiled into the cameras, and said: "I want to give special thanks to my executive assistant, Ms. Claudia Swanson. The core breakthroughs in this product wouldn't have been possible without her dedication and perseverance. Without her, I wouldn't be where I am today." Whispers erupted across the audience. Countless camera lenses swiveled toward me in unison. The flash of the cameras stung my eyes. Everyone in that room knew I was the one who'd funded this project. I was the one who'd poured every resource, every piece of technology, into making it happen. And there he stood, bathed in the spotlight, handing all the glory to a secretary whose only real talent was playing helpless. When the presentation ended, he stepped offstage. He didn't come to me first. Instead, he pulled a teary-eyed Claudia into his arms, murmuring to her softly, as if she were something precious beyond measure. Only when he saw me approaching did he frown and let go of her. "Bernice, what happened onstage was just part of the job. Don't throw a tantrum and make a scene here." I looked at him, and suddenly I smiled. "Evan." "Do you honestly believe that I, Bernice Pruitt, can't survive without you?" He blinked, then let out a scornful laugh, his voice dripping with contempt. "Stop acting like a child. You've sunk nearly half a billion dollars into me. Walk away from that? You wouldn't dare." "Besides, who else would put up with you?" Behind him, Claudia peeked out and flashed me the smile of a winner. Triumph and provocation practically spilled from her eyes. I looked at the two of them, that sickening picture of mutual devotion. Five years of swallowed humiliation, five years of rage. In that moment, it all finally found its way out. I pulled out my phone. Right in front of him, I tapped the screen once. Over a dozen documents, prepared long in advance, sent simultaneously. Evan's phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen instinctively. The color drained from his face. He looked up at me, disbelief written across every feature. "Bernice, you... have you lost your mind?!" A cold smile curved the corner of my lips. Yes. I had lost my mind. Five years ago, I'd been blind enough to fall in love with an ungrateful snake and nurse a wolf at my own hearth. Now I was going to take back everything I'd given him. Personally. Piece by piece. "Evan, you didn't actually think my silence this past month meant I'd given in, did you?" "I gave you chance after chance. You're the one who slammed every door shut." "Everything you have today came from me. I built you up from nothing, and I can tear it all down just as easily." He staggered back a step. Fear finally surfaced in his eyes. The venue had already descended into chaos. Calls from investors were pouring in one after another. Reporters caught the scent and charged toward us, cameras and microphones raised like weapons. Flashbulbs exploded. This time, they weren't aimed at the triumphant Evan Fox. They were aimed at the ashen-faced shell of him. And at Claudia behind him, trembling so violently she could barely stay on her feet. I smoothed the hem of my jacket, looked into his shattered eyes, and said softly: "This reckoning has only just begun."