Nadine's POV
I pour a drink into my glass, lifting it high. "Cheers to finding Mr. Perfect!" My voice bubbles with excitement, the smile on my face bright enough to make Sydney roll her eyes.
She doesn’t approve of my wedding to Jake, which is set for tomorrow.
"Don’t you think you’re rushing things? He proposed less than six months after you met," she says, her tone cautious.
I know she's worried, but she can’t see what I do. “Sydney, I love him. Don’t you understand? When Jake looks at me, it’s like every part of me lights up. I’ve spent my life dreaming of a fairytale, and with him, I’ve finally found it. He’s my prince.”
She shakes her head. “Whatever you say. I just hope you’re not making a huge mistake. There’s something off about him. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Oh, Syd,” I sigh, trying to brush off the tension. “You’re just being your usual, practical self.”
"Nadine, I'm serious. Something feels... wrong. And you’re moving way too fast.”
Her words twist something deep in my chest, making me uneasy. I grab her hands and squeeze. “Just... be happy for me, okay?”
She shrugs and lifts her glass. “To a blissful marriage, babe.”
“Yeah, yeah. To the most blissful marriage,” I repeat, our glasses clinking together. We sip, and a shared laugh follows, but her warning clings to the edges of my thoughts.
“I need some air,” I say, rising from the bed.
“Want me to come with you?” she offers.
“No, I just need a minute. I’ll be back soon.”
She nods, watching as I step outside, still swirling her wine.
As I walked through the hallway, lost in my thoughts about the big day ahead, a sound suddenly caught my attention. I stopped, listening carefully to figure out where it was coming from. It led me to Nathalie's room, and from the unmistakable moaning, it was clear what she was up to.
My sister has never been shy about her desires. When it comes to sex, she easily finds someone willing to fuck her while we are listening to her moaning.
But who is she with this time? I wonder as I gently open the door, careful not to interrupt their moment.
"Aw, give it to me, Jay," Nathalie moans as she is being slammed from behind, his hands fumbling with her breasts.
My eyes widen in shock as I see Jake, giving Nathalie all the pleasure. At that moment, it feels like my heart stops at the sight.
I stand there, frozen, unable to move. My heart twists painfully as I try to process what I’m seeing. I cover my mouth, fighting the cry that’s threatening to escape, my entire world collapsing around me.
The dream of a happy future with Jake—is gone in an instant. We’re supposed to get married tomorrow. But now, Jake is moving faster against her, giving her all the pleasure.
I manage to tiptoe out of the room. Out in the hallway, I collapse, clutching my chest as I sink to the floor. Tears pour down my face, and I cry, my heart twisting in my chest
I should have seen it, should have been wary of her always hanging around Jake. But I let myself get swept away by his show of love, not suspecting a thing.
Nathalie and I have always had a strained relationship, despite being twins. We never seem to agree on anything, and deep down, I know it’s because she’s constantly chasing what I have. That’s always been the root of our tension.
I hurry to my room, my chest tight from what I just witnessed. My breath comes in shallow gasps as I try to steady myself, fighting to keep my emotions in check.
When I push open the door, I find Sydney sitting on my bed. She looks up, her face softening when she sees me. "Hey, what’s wrong?"
I freeze for a moment, unsure if I should say anything. The thought of her knowing gnaws at me, but the fear of her inevitable "I told you so" makes me bite my tongue. "N-nothing, I’m fine," I manage to whisper, my voice betraying me with a tremble.
Sydney's eyes narrow slightly with concern. “Are you sure? You don’t look fine.”
She shifts over, making room beside her. I walk over and sink into the bed, the weight of everything pressing down harder.
“It hurts that you don’t want to tell me, but I won’t push,” she says softly. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”
Her words break the fragile dam holding back my emotions. The tears spill over, and between quiet sobs, I manage, “Thank you, Syd.”
“Sshh, it’s okay, Nadine," she whispers, pulling me into a comforting hug.
I couldn't sleep as I tossed and turned in bed. Just as I’m about to close my eyes, my phone lights up with a message.
“Thank you for loving me with all my imperfections. Can’t wait to say ‘I do.’”
I stare at the screen as fresh tears spill down my face. The memory of Jake in bed with my sister flashes through my mind. The reality of it hits me hard—I’ve been replaced. I can’t go through with this marriage. Not with Jake.
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The next day, everything is set for the wedding. I slip into a stunning white dress, straight out of a fairy tale, but as I stare at myself in the mirror, my heart feels heavy.
"Are you alright?" Sydney asks, her reflection showing concern.
I take a deep breath, force a smile, and nod. "Yes, I’m fine."
"It’s time to get ready. It’s my big day," I say, trying to sound excited, but Sydney isn’t fooled. She rolls her eyes and says, "Tell that to the wind."
My makeup is flawless, giving me a natural glow, and my hair is delicately adorned with pearls.
Then my dad walks in, pride shining in his eyes. Marrying Jake feels like a big accomplishment for him. "Are you ready for your big day?" he asks.
I smile and nod, and with that, he proudly takes my arm and walks me down the aisle.
The decorator has transformed the venue into a marine wonderland, with sailor-themed decorations and seashells arranged in a charming maritime fashion.
There was excitement in the air as the soft tune of "Here Comes the Bride" played. I force a smile, though my heart still tugs.
At the altar, Jake stands, looking as handsome as ever. But the spark I once felt for him is gone, replaced by the haunting image of him and my sister.
From a distance, I hear him whisper, "I love you." If only he knew I was fully aware of his betrayal. I force a small, polite smile, masking the storm brewing from within me.
But I have a plan—something far bigger than he can imagine. The thought alone brings a smile to my face, cutting through the pain. As I walk toward the altar, I can already picture the stunned look on Jake's face when my surprise unfolds.
Just before we exchange vows, a video is supposed to play—a video of our love story. Instead, what appears on the screen sends shockwaves through the room, leaving the crowd in stunned disbelief.
The plan to expose Jake and Nathalie brings a smile to my face. I’ve swapped the original wedding video with the video of their private moment. I discreetly made a video of them yesterday. The guest gasps seeing Jake and Nathalie's intimate scene playing on the screen. I turn around to see everyone's reaction. Jake’s eyes widen in disbelief as he stares at me. He’s speechless, his mouth hanging open. Nathalie, too, looks horrified. "You... you did this?" she asks, in a trembling voice.I smile calmly and whisper, "I did."As I watch everyone’s reactions I feel guilty already for causing the joyous occasion to turn sour.I gather my gown in my hands and run out of the venue. But as I flee, I suddenly stop when I feel a gaze piercing through me. A man stands in the distance, his eyes locked on mine, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His presence is unsettling like he’s seeing right through me."Nadine!" Sydney calls out, snapping me back to reality. I tear my gaze away f
We walk hand in hand out of the venue, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He is devilishly handsome. Everyone stares, in shock. I know it’s because of the Greek god by my side.In my tipsy state, I feel bold, clinging to him like a schoolgirl. "Take all of me tonight, make me feel whole again," I slur."As you wish, my lady," he replies with a grin.My cheeks flush as I lean in and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He responds eagerly, his lips warm and inviting."You taste divine," I murmur, lost in the moment."You are beautiful," he says softly, his gaze intense. We stroll down the street, his hand in mine. The connection is exciting and comforting. Without a word, we seem to understand each other perfectly as we stop in front of a hotel. It feels like a spell has been cast on me, making me throw caution to the wind.The hotel lobby is grand, with high ceilings, marble floors, and a majestic staircase. Expensive art lines the walls, and the air smells of fresh flowers.I
Logan's POVWhen I wake up, I can’t stop thinking about what happened last night. I reach out for her in bed, hoping to feel her close to me, but she’s not there.I jump out of bed, calling her name, but there’s no response.I walk to the bathroom, but she’s not there either.Back in the room, I spot an envelope and a note on the nightstand."I need time to reflect on what happened last night between us. Please understand that my choice isn’t about you. I left some money to cover my part of the hotel costs. Take care, Nadine."Immediately, I pick up my phone and call one of my men."Good morning, sir.""Good morning, Mark. Find that lady from last night.""Yes, boss."I head to the bathroom and freshen up, then my phone rings again. Mark’s voice comes through the line."Did you find her?" I ask, praying for a positive response."Yes, sir. She’s at the bridge.""Damn it, tell me the location now."I rush out of the hotel, one of the many I own. My chauffeur is already waiting in the ca
Nadine's POVI wait eagerly for his response, but he stays silent for some time, his eyes locked on mine as if trying to read my thoughts.His intense gaze makes me uneasy, but I gather the courage to ask, "What is it?"He leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips, and finally reveals his proposition. "A contract marriage with me for two years. I'll help you get the revenge you need and settle your mother's medical bill," he says matter-of-factly.I’m shocked at how much he knows about me. My mother has been ill for quite some time, and my father has shown no concern whatsoever. Despite my father’s indifference, she still loves him unconditionally.I’ve tried several times to raise money on my own, but every attempt has failed. My mother’s health continues to deteriorate, and I feel helpless."How do you know so much about me? We’ve never met before," I blurt out, unable to contain my curiosity."I take pleasure in knowing about people who pique my interest," he replies with a stoic exp
Sinking into the softness of the couch, I gaze at the shimmering ring on my finger. How did my life change so suddenly?I was supposed to be Mrs. Nadine Bennett, but fate had other plans. Now, I’m married to none other than Logan West.He’s undeniably the most powerful man in the city. Though he keeps a low profile, his name alone strikes fear into the hearts of many. No one dares cross him; his presence commands authority and his very stance radiates power.Life with Logan has been a whirlwind of emotions. True to his word, he stays out of my affairs, and I do my best to stay out of his.I’m grateful I took a month off while preparing for my wedding with Jake. Now, I have time to figure out what it means to be Logan’s wife.After signing the contract, a priest came in to marry us, and a stranger signed as our witness. I went to see my mom afterward, and thankfully, her dialysis treatment for chronic kidney disease is going well.The media has been buzzing about Jake’s marriage to Na
She evaluates me with a piercing gaze as if sizing me up to see if I’m fit to be her son’s wife. I shake it off and square my shoulders, take a deep breath, stretch my hand, and say, “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”Suddenly, her face brightens into a warm smile, and she pulls me into a hug. I’m startled that she accepts me with open arms.“Logan, are you sure about her being your wife?” she asks, needing to confirm she heard correctly.“Yes, Mother, she is my wife. We’ve been married for quite some time now,” he explains, looking at me with emotions I can't put into words, with Logan one can't be sure he draws me closer and kisses me softly on the lips.It's like my heart stops breathing for a while as I stand there frozen taking in his kiss slowly and steadily like I have been expecting it.Logan’s kiss lingers, leaving me breathless, my heart racing with emotions, I can't put into words. I wonder if he feels this strange pull between us or if it’s just an act for him.“Oh, stop it,