Four

Amanda Pov.

I didn't peg myself as one who could get angry over the most trivial thing. That is if my ex husband cheating on my step sister was the most common thing that could happen.

Currently watching Mirabelle walk down the aisle in my wedding dress, with my father was a big blow to my chest. Marcus stood there in all his foolish glory, grinning as he welcomed his bride.

I gripped my hands, feeling about to explode.

I knew I took a big risk attending this wedding. The media has given me enough reason not to attend the godforsaken gathering.

I put on the most casual item in my closet I could find. Drawing attention wasn't my primary goal. What was? I can't say.

Tongues would wag the moment someone recognizes me. They pegged me as an infertile woman and a cheater. I was a joke to many and seeing me here would only make them taunt me more.

It was appalling and saddening that no one saw anything wrong with this union. It was upsetting that no one questioned Marcus for jumping into a marriage with his ex wife's step sister.

Don't get me wrong, I do not want him back.

I just wanted to save a little face for myself. When I got married to Marcus, I imagined I was getting married to the love of my life, to the one who made me whole again, despite how the media claimed I married him because of his money.

Mirabelle and my father finally got to the alter and I watched in pain how my dad showered Mirabelle with attention, something he hasn't done to me in a while.

"I'm proud of you, my sweet girl." He said with a proud smile, patting her hair as she grinned.

Fucking hypocrite!

"Hey love "Marcus appeared in front of her after ushering my father to his seat. "Finally, we're together."

"And no Amanda standing in the way." Mirabelle said with a victorious smirk and I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face with gut wrenching blow but instead I kept calm, sucking in my anger as the priest began his sermon.

"We're are here today, people of God to witness another pure and holy Communion of two lovely souls, who will be joined together in holy matrimony."

I wanted to puke at the mention of pure and holy. A cheating husband and the whore of a step sister could be considered pure and holy?

Then I was the queen of hell then.

I zoned out as he spoke gibberish about them fated for each other and how God has brought them together. Anyone who saw me would consider me the big bad wolf who wasn't happy with the couples little did they know their happiness came at the expense of mine.

I watched in sheer astonishment as the same congregation who attended my wedding shed tears and smiles for the couple. When they were done with the vows, Mirabelle was showed with compliments. Same compliments these women told me.

I couldn't stay here any longer, I stood up quietly after a while and walked out of the hall. I lowered my hair so as not to be recognized by anyone. I successfully managed to leave the hall, with a sigh escaping my lips.

Suddenly a hand grabbed me and hauled me to the back of the church and I was met with the most handsome man I have ever seen on the universe.

I was so lost in his perfect blue eyes that I forgot I was meant to be sprinting out of this environment.

"Who are you?!" I snapped, hiding my sudden interest in this handsome stranger.

"Well, I'm sorry for that but I knew you would refuse to come with me."

His voice was deep, alluring and commanding, sending tingles of desire down my spine.

"Come with you?"

"Yes." He pulled me away, leading me to what may be my death, but if was to die in the hands of this stranger? Then I would gladly die.

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