Evelyn's POV “Lucas! How could you do this to me?” I shrieked angrily with gritted teeth at the man in my stepsister's room. My eyes pricked with hot tears, while I shook my head slowly in disbelief. Breathing heavily, Lucas quickly released his grip on the lady lying beneath him and covered their nakedness up with the duvet. He laid down comfortably on the bed and directed his gaze to where I stood. This was the man I have dearly loved for four good years of my life. The man that I wore his ring in my middle finger and was supposed to walk down the aisle with, in a matter of hours. Lucas was every woman's dream. The looks, the money, he got it all. I couldn't contain my joy when he knelt down solemnly before me, to insert that beautiful diamond ring into my middle finger. I felt blessed indeed to be the lucky one and was too eager to flaunt my ringed finger in front of my friends. All of that was months ago. Right now, he's more than a worst enemy. “What the hell are you do
"Where the hell do you think you're going, you silly fool?" The rash feminine voice repeated, pulling at my hair from behind. My scalp burned with pain. It felt like my hair would pull off the scalp. Rosalie didn't care. She tossed me back into the living room "You think you were smart, huh?" she snarled at me. "Now go do the dishes. You have just a few minutes!" My head was lowered to the ground, so I didn't get to meet her angry gaze. I could feel her piercing eyes on me, so I had better not raised my face. A loud unexpected slap echoed against my left cheek. "Don't you ever waste my precious time!" she snapped. My cheek writhed in severe pain but I dared not say a word. What was I going to say and who would listen to me? I hurriedly rushed out of the living room and traced my steps to the kitchen, evading her palm, which would have brushed heavily against my cheek. More tears rolled down, but I wiped them off and tried not to look pathetic, so it doesn't earn me more
“It's never my fault that you're so unfortunate!” Those fierce words echoed in my ears. But why did she always have to remind me of how unfortunate I was? Why can't I be happy for just a second? Today was supposed to be my wedding day, the happiest day of my life, but Lucas had already cheated. I can't stoop so low to get married to him, not after the painful betrayal. I had known better than to expect him to marry me either. I had to come to terms with the fact that the perfect life with Lucas, as I had previously envisioned, was a just farfetched fantasy. My parents had forced me to be here today to serve their guests. From the look of things, I can tell they had another secret plan for me. The hushed voices with which they and Lisa spoke and condescending looks on their faces attested to that. But what could it be? And What could I do about it? The guests were already trooping in, clad in their festive attires, all joyful and chatty. The hall was intricately decorated with
Liam's POV I had never felt so good in a long while, ever since Olivia, my fiancée left for the United Kingdom, to further her education and career. It was so hard for me to pull through all these years, but because I had loved her so much, I decided to keep my urge in check, not until last night, when I met an irresistible angel. The night was wild and I enjoyed every bit of it. I couldn't help but crave for more of it. I had cuddled her all night long, explored every inch of her body and it felt different. Different from how it feels when I do the same with Olivia. A loud knock on the door jolted me out of my trance. I hastily got up to get the door. I opened it a crack, to prevent the lady on my bed from being noticed. It turned out to be my personal assistant, Greg. “Good morning, Mr Smith!” He greeted me, while he stood by the door. “I'm sorry to be here so early, but I'm here on an important matter.” “And what could that be?” My pupils wandered from side to side in ant
Evelyn's POV I've made the worst mistake of my entire being. I've had a fucking one night stand with a man I had just met at my stepsister's wedding party. Now, rumors of my passionate night with the strange CEO are all over the media. How do I go back to my family? How do I explain that it was just a mistake? I knew I was doomed already, especially when I realized that my one night stand was not just any man. He was a cold, ruthless and arrogant billionaire CEO, nothing I'd have wished for. He had already left me all alone in the hotel suite we spent our scandalous night, after thrusting an empty cheque at me. Did he think I was some kind of lowlife pauper? Well, I was in some way and I had refused the cheque. Stupid me! My family never cared about me and I've failed at my career. I'm jobless now and almost hopeless. I'm sure I'd be homeless too soon, because my parents wouldn't hesitate to kick my ass out of their home. I reached for the bag of clothes tossed at my side and
I quickly retraced my steps back to the front door and just before I could reach, it was swung open. It was Rosalie again. I jerked away from the door, keeping a safe distance, a distance that was not so safe. “What are you…” She began and paused as her gaze met those of the man behind me. “Oh you still had the guts to bring him back home? Are you that daft?” I went speechless for a while, fear gripping me, while I still contemplated on what to say. I directed my gaze to the man I had spent the previous night with and he returned my stare with a cold sinister glare. I froze at once. “I…I'm sorry. I…” I faltered, my lips trembling. “Get out of this premises, you stupid thing!” She cut me off, with a dangerous glare. “Excuse me, ma'am,” my one night stand finally spoke up. I peered at him eagerly, a glint of hope coursing through my veins. “I want her! She'll be my bride for six months and I'd settle your pending debts.” He declared with a possessive aura. Just then, my da
Liam waltzed into the room even before I could get up, his face as cold as ever. He was still in the navy blue three-piece suit he had worn at the registry, but he smelt of champagne mixed with his familiar exquisite musky fragrance. He took a few menacing steps towards the bed and shot me a deadly glare, one that was enough to signal to me that all wasn't well. "How could you be so lazy? Did I bring you in here to have you sleep all day long? Get up, you lazy brat!" He huffed at me, pulling away his tie from his neck. I was frightened by his sudden appearance and couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. I got up at once and sat on the bed, covering my lingerie properly with the duvet. "I'm sorry, sir. How can I help you sir?" I asked innocently, since I didn't know what to expect from him. "You are my wife and I own you! You should know your duties as my wife!" He replied, advancing closer to me. Before I could fully grasp what he meant, he had towered over me and grippe
Olivia's POV “That jerk had the guts to cheat on me after all we've been through all these years. You can imagine that!” I spewed, raging within me. My fists were clenched tightly, like I was ready for a fight, while I burned in fury and frustration. “C'mon, I understand you're hurt, but I think you should take things easy.” Franca, my best friend, who sat next to me said, in a forlorn attempt to calm me down. “He’s my fiancé for crying out loud!” I raised my left hand to show her the glittering diamond ring in my middle finger. “Our wedding has been fixed for a month's time. What would my rivals think of me? How could he do such a thing to me?” Franca heaved a deep pitiful sigh and said, “Men would always be men. I think you should move on, unless you still love him.” “I do, Franca. I still do! I can't stop thinking about him every day!” I replied in a voice laced with frustration. “Then you have to talk to him and probably, find out who the strange woman is,” she repl