PROLOGUE

"I guess you'll be stuck with me lil sis." 

He stood there with his back turned, I can hear his frequent rapid breaths in sync with mine. Then he turned to face me. I wet my lips when he gave me his usual sarcastic face. 

I can still feel his soft caress against my cold skin that night. The night he chose to betray and make my life a living hell. 

He took one step forward towards me, my whole body stiffened. I can smell my excitement, fear and most especially the embarrassment hidden after five years of yearning his touch. 

"How I hate seeing you that it hurts the core of my whole being Rhett." My fist clenched as he smiled like it's his first day in kindergarten. Those dimples. How I hate those pretty dimples that only disguised his evilness to an innocent and charming face. 

"Do you really hate me or do you hate the fact that your silly ex lover aka your step brother will marry in two weeks?" 

His look was so intense that in mere seconds my knees would turn into jello. 

The urge to look away was so strong it itched against my skin. Holding eye contact with him felt like a deathly maze. I'm loss for words to reply. 

But all I said was, "Go fuck your self!" 

He laughed until his shoulders started to shake from the intensity. 

"Baby you already fucked my system that I thought I was going insane like I needed a therapist. You left me like I was fucking nothing to you. You left me broken and so scared that what if you really didn't loved me the way I fucking loved you! Baby I'm so broken that I want to break you too." His eyes blazing with anger and frustration. 

He stood only a few inches away from me, he looked me dead in the eyes and spilled a mutter that seemed to be a little prayer. My body froze, in a blink of an eye he rested his head against my shoulder and hugged me tightly like he was so scared to lose me again.

Tears ran down my cheeks, my chest heaving with the impossibility of the situation. I was torn in two different directions, but I knew leaving was the only good choice to make.

"I won't risk it again, it's the only choice that will matter." 

He only looks at me, fighting the urge of letting his feelings out. 

I pushed him as hard as I could and walked out of the room. I saw a glimpse of his body slumped on the floor before finally leaving the room. 

I fix my clothes and dry my face to the point that crying was not evident. 

I can feel someone is approaching from behind. I fixed my posture to be more prim.

Until I heard his soothing voice again, "I will do anything to draw you close again to me, anything no matter what it takes. I want you to suffer the way your mother is suffering inside of prison." 

I brought my tear-filled gaze to his and said three words I’d never said before. “I hate you.” 

I fear that my tears will fall so I wiped it away using my fingers. 

The groom walked out like nothing happened.

The mighty heir of the chains and chains of Winston company. The love of my life that I lost long ago. The protector of my heart. My knight in shining armor. The liar and monster who destroyed my life and career. I watched him as he fades away from my gaze. 

I walked meters that seemed kilometers with my head only facing the soil beneath my stilettos. 

When I came back from the event hall everyone was clapping. I can't find Lukas who was my date, he was probably with someone else now. 

Nobody noticed my disappearance because all of their eyes are glued in the couple in front. 

"Let's all gave a round of applause to our soon to be husband and wife Mr. Rhett Winston and Ms. Olivia Russo." The host announced and then the whole place was filled with the clapping sounds, laughter, enjoyment and congratulatory messages.

The place was filled with people in all smiles truthfully supporting the couple. 

I noticed white and red roses filled the tables and walls to symbolize marriage and love. 

As the chandelier above me sparkled, the envy of mine ignited, the idea dawned in me. 

I was supposed to be the one beside him. But I would be selfish and delusional. 

I never expected that I would meet him again, not in this situation. 

I bit my lower lip as I tasted the trance of my blood. 

I looked at him again wishing he meant those words five years ago.

"I would marry you four times so people will know how I adore and respect you Winnie." Those words were still engraved in my mind. It hurts. 

But look at him now, he is engaged with the woman who stole him from me.

He was a liar.

My step brother is a liar.