Page 59 of The Billionaire's Vow

Except… she wasn’t celebrating.Because there, standing amongst the men orchestrating the theft, was a familiar face.

Elliot.

Her former boss.

Giselle’s stomach clenched, bile rising in her throat.What the hell was he doing there?Why was he involved in this?

No wonder the discrepancies in the accounting records had never been flagged.If the person responsible for tracking the shipments was part of the theft ring, of course, the numbers wouldn’t raise alarms.

But why?

Elliot had been a lot of things—a condescending jerk, an arrogant boss, a lazy manager—but a thief?Had he always been involved in this?Or had something changed?

And more importantly… was he desperate enough to do something even worse?

Giselle’s hands trembled as she raised her phone.She had to tell Dimitri.Now.

What was Elliot doing?

Giselle’s fingers trembled as she angled the camera to capture the theft.She needed proof, needed to document this so she could show Dimitri exactly what was happening to his shipments.

But just as she began recording, her breath caught in her throat.

Another figure moved into the frame—one she knew far too well.

Craig.

Her big brother.

Giselle’s stomach dropped.Her hand shook so violently that she almost dropped the phone.

Craig was frantically pulling items from the boxes, stuffing them into the smaller containers with an urgency that screamed of desperation.He wasn’t just helping—he was in deep, actively working alongside the others, a willing participant in the theft.

Her big brother was stealing.

Not just stealing, but stealing from the man she—loved?

Yes.Loved.

The realization washed over her like a tidal wave.She loved Dimitri.And her brother was betraying him.

Betrayingher.

The pain that hit her was sharp and immediate, like something inside of her had been ripped open.This was her family, her blood, the one person who was supposed to have her back.She’d excused Craig’s mistakes for years, convinced herself that he was just lost, that he wasn’tbad,just… struggling.But this?This wasn’t an accident.This wasn’t some drug-fueled mistake.

Craig was part of this.He was part of the reason Dimitri’s shipments had been disappearing, why she’d spent the past month chasing shadows and coming up empty-handed.

The betrayal was suffocating.

The bus lurched forward as the light turned green, the scene disappearing from view.But the damage had been done.

Giselle slowly lowered her phone, her fingers tightening around it like a lifeline.She couldn’t breathe past the ache in her chest, couldn’t think beyond the crushing weight of what she’d just seen.

A flash of light caught her eye.Her ring.The diamond sparkled, catching the sunlight, but it felt like an illusion now.A dream she’d been foolish enough to believe in.Marriage.The future she’d been so hesitant about, so unsure of, suddenly became crystal clear.

She couldn’t marry Dimitri.Not now.Not when she knew what she knew.He would fire her—how could he not?She had undeniable proof that her own brother was part of the theft.Worse,Dimitri wouldn’t want anything to do with her.Not after this.

She could already see the disappointment in his eyes, the way his jaw would tighten, the way he’d pull back and shut her out.Dimitri didn’t tolerate betrayal.And now, that’s exactly what she represented.