Chapter 4

Aurelia's POV

Present day

Father and Judah did the barest minimum at my wedding, I didn't get to choose any of the things that I wanted for my wedding, I didn't choose the dress, the cake, the flowers, or anything. Although I hated the fact that I was getting married, I would have liked to at least pick my wedding dress but no, as usual, no one asked my opinion. I hated the dress, it was revealing in every way, my boobs were almost outside and it was so tight that I was afraid to breathe for fear that it would rip.

I sat at our table alone at the reception while Judah moved around socializing with people, I couldn't bring myself to pretend like I wanted to be at the wedding. I occupied myself with eating a good portion of my wedding cake and drinking wine. I knew I was going to be bloated in the morning but I couldn't care less.

Judah approached me with a perfectly arched eyebrow, he frowned at the forkful of cake in one hand and glassful of red wine in the other. I stared him dead in the eye and ate the cake, chewing on it like it was the best I'd had. I stopped my drink slowly, taking my time and never taking my eyes off him.

Judah stopped right in front of me, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes blazing with fire.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

" Can't you see I'm sulking? I'm having a pity party. Shoo, you're not invited." I gestured with my hand. The wine had loosened my tongue and my snarky alter-ego was out and ready to give Judah a piece of her mind.

Judah sat next to me, he grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me against him, his lips went to my ear.

"Listen and listen carefully, this little attitude of yours, I don't want anything to do with it. Kill it immediately. Now here's what's going to happen, we're going to have our first dance, you're going to act like you're enamored with me and I'll do the same, then you're going to put on your biggest smile and we're going to socialize. After that, we get the fuck out of here and return to LA." His voice caused my heart to beat faster than ever. He let go and I moved away, allowing air to return to my lungs.

My alter-ego had disappeared faster than I could say, Jack Robinson. The alcohol had cleared out of my system, I nodded meekly. Judah stood up and offered me a hand, I accepted it and he lead me to the dance floor.

Fall into Me by Forest Blakk played softly as Judah and I danced. It was one of my favorite songs and I had always imagined playing it at my wedding but I couldn't bring myself to enjoy the song. We danced for a few minutes then broke apart. Judah dragged me around to greet a few of my father's associates.

Damien, one of my father's associates asked to dance with me. He had always been a slimy and touchy bastard. I gave Judah a look that meant I didn't want to but he ignored me and agreed. Damien took my hand and practically dragged me to the dancefloor.

His hands strayed dangerously down to my butt and he pushed against himself.

"Ah Aurelia, you were always a beauty. I can't believe you're a married woman now. I should have asked your father for your hand if I knew he was marrying you off." He said laughing, I gave him a tight smile. Damien was thirty years old than me, there was no way in hell I would have agreed to marry him. I would have rather ended up on the streets.

"That's very sweet of you, Damien." The song came to an end and I tried to pull away from him but he held on tightly.

"Damien, mind if I cut in?" I turned my head to see Owen standing behind me, a sigh of relief almost left me but then I remembered what he had done.

"We're still dancing. Wait for your turn." Damien glared at him. I pushed Damien back with a little force.

"Actually, we're done. Damien, we've danced to one song already, I can only dance to more than one song with my husband." He nodded curtly and walked away, not before giving Owen another glare.

I started to walk away as well but Owen reached and grabbed my arm.

"What the hell?" I spat at him.

"Where do you think you're going to?" He asked, I tried to release my hand but his grip was strong.

"Anywhere far away from you. How dare you try to dance with me when you know what you and Lucia did? You've got some audacity, you know."

Owen looked taken aback but then he regained his composure, " I have no idea what you're talking about and how dare you talk to me in that manner. You think just because you married Judah Bianco, you're so untouchable." He gritted his teeth. He pulled me close and started to dance, I dragged my feet along, ensuring that I stepped on his feet as many times as I could.

I blew hot air out of my cheeks, " You're so unbelievable. Don't try and turn this around on me. You were my boyfriend, how could you choose my sister over me? Didn't you love me?" Tears welled in my eyes.

He snickered. " Love, oh please. Get it through your thick head, I didn't love you. I needed you to get on your father's good side." I stilled and it dawned on me, before me, Owen was nobody, he was a lowly made man that no one knew but when he became my boyfriend, my father paid attention to him and he became one of his trusted me.

I wanted to cry but no, I wouldn't waste my tears on a lowlife like Owen.

"I hate you. From the depth of my heart, I hate you. My biggest regret was meeting you."

Owen's eyes gleamed, " My biggest regret was never fucking you. To think I'll never know how that tight pussy feels. Maybe I'll get a chance, you never know." I gasped, astonished. Luckily the song had ended, I broke away from him and hurried away as fast as my feet could take me.

Before returning to Judah, I bumped into the cause of my problems, Lucia. She had the biggest smile on her face, her joy was evident. She hugged me tightly, taking me by surprise.

"Sis, I'm so happy for you. This wedding is so beautiful and you look amazing." She screeched, and I pushed her away.

" What the hell, Lucia? Are you mad? How dare you touch me after everything you've done?" I glared at her.

Lucia laughed, " Oh please, haven't you gotten over that yet? That was so two weeks ago. Aurelia, this is real life, there was no way in hell I was going to get married to a man I didn't know. I'm not sorry I tossed you under the bus. Every woman for herself."

I couldn't believe my ears, " Lucia, I'm ashamed to call myself your sister. I would never do what you did to you. If you had told me you didn't want to marry Judah, I might have volunteered to marry him, we could have found a way for you to get out of the deal but no, you didn't give me the benefit of the doubt. You drugged me, stripped me naked, and placed me in bed with him. Didn't it occur to you that he could have raped me that night when I was unconscious?"

Lucia shrugged, unbothered. I shook my head, there was no need to waste my time on her. I walked away and went back to Judah.

He gripped my waist and pulled me against him, his lips lingered by my ear, "How did your little dance with your ex-boyfriend go? Who told you, you could dance with him? If there's anything still going on between the two of you, I advise you to end it immediately. I don't share."

" There's nothing going on between us, he just wanted to dance with me," I replied in a quiet voice.

" Good, come along. There are still a few people I want to see before we leave." He let go of my waist and switched his hold to my wrist.

I stopped in my tracks causing Judah to stumble, he turned and glowered at me.

"What the hell? Why did you stop?" I bit my lip and fiddled with my dress.

" My feet hurt in the hideous shoes and I need to use the bathroom," I whispered. All the wine I had earlier had finally settled down in my bladder.

He growled and let go, " Go but don't keep me waiting. We leave immediately after you return."

I nodded and hurried as fast as my feet could take me to the ladies. I used the toilet and washed my hands quickly and looked at myself in the mirror, wondering how my life had gone downhill. Loud thuds from one of the stalls pulled me out of my self-pity.

"Oh fuck, that's good. Oh my god, yes, yes. You're hitting the right spot. Don't stop." A shrill female voice said. My eyes widened as I realized what was going on. Someone was having sex in the toilet.

I quickly dried my hands and decided I would leave them to enjoy themselves.

"Oh god, Owen, fucking give it to me. Owen, fuck me harder." My hand stilled on the door handle. Owen, my ex-boyfriend was fucking some lady at my wedding. I shook my head, not wanting to believe it.

"Yes baby, that's it. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll beg me to stop." It was him, I choked back on a sob. I shook my head and rushed to the stall, I wanted to see who the bastard was sleeping me.

I pushed the door open in anger and gasped in shock, Owen sat on the toilet seat as my sister rode him.