Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 492 Taking advantage of Ethan's momentary pause, Charlotte yanked her hand free and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across his face. Pain shot through him, and his reflex was to grab her, to retaliate. But then he caught sight of her reddened eyes, glistening with unshed tears, and that urge-the desire for revenge-was instantly suppressed "Disgusting? And you... after all this time approaching me, don't you think your actions are just as disgusting?" Ethan snarled, though his chest tightened painfully.

He had a long, tangled history with women, and in every past conflict, it had always been the other person clinging, pleading, begging him. And yet now... he hadn't done anything to Charlotte, and already he felt as if he had been rejected, even toyed with. The illusion of having his heart manipulated gnawed at him. Of course, he shouldn't have any real feelings for anyone-never did, never should. "Me? Compared to you, I'm only using your own method against you!" Charlotte's voice trembled with disgust, her spine stiff. ---- Ethan blinked, puzzled. Her gaze locked on his eyes.

"Do you remember Nancy?" At the name, Ethan's grip loosened abruptly. He stared at her, stunned, as if she had spoken in a language he had forgotten. "You... knew her?" Charlotte pushed herself to her feet, retreating a few steps from him, her voice sharp and cold. "Yes. | knew her. She... she was my best friend." Ethan's expression flickered, then twisted into an almost incredulous smile, realization dawning "So... you got close to me for her?" "Ethan, you said it yourself-no one is completely innocent." Charlotte's voice hardened.

She remembered clearly how he had judged Nancy's death without remorse, as if evaluating some trivial, meaningless life. Yet it was a life he had destroyed. "Nancy trapped herself with love-she wasn't innocent. But you, taking someone's heart for yourself... you think you're innocent?" Seeing her growing fury, Ethan muttered begrudgingly, 1 didn't have feelings for her." ---- "Ha! Of course not! How could you, Ethan? Only fools like us, people from the bottom, have feelings. It's our fault for believing in them. But why...

why do you get to decide it's your right to toy with someone else's heart?" Charlotte's voice quivered with anger and grief, each word faster than the last. "Charlotte, | said-! didn't toy with her feelings. | and she... we're not-" "Yes! You and her aren't. Nothing at all! You, Ethan, are just giving every girl a chance! You think she's lucky because she got near to you?" Charlotte cut him off, her words sharp, searing. She no longer cared to hear any of his excuses.

During their time together, she had finally understood why Ethan took interest in someone like her-a small, insignificant person. Because it fed his superiority complex. As long as he could satisfy the emptiness inside, the boredom of his soul... and draw worship from others, Ethan wouldn't hesitate to offer a few crumbs of charm, alittle handout of sweetness. A slight indulgence could win over someone's genuine heart-a profit too tempting to resist. ---- Ethan felt suddenly powerless. He laughed again, but it was hollow.

He had never cared about being a "good person," never cared about how others judged him. He prided himself on being cold, ruthless, and untouchable. But Charlotte's words struck deep. Nancy had been innocent, yes-but no matter how he tried to defend himself now, Charlotte would only see it as him shirking responsibility. "Do you even know... she used to be my light? She didn't have a family background like yours, but she had dreams-she wanted to live well!"