Chapter Four

Genevieve.

The party was in full swing now since every guest had arrived; I looked around and saw my parents speaking with people of high power. I know they didn’t invite them because of this engagement, they only brought them here because they wanted to be a part of their world.

This party is getting boring.

I let out another sigh again, I wanted this to be done and over with.

I took another glass of champagne as a different waiter walked past me, I had no idea if this was my fourth or fifth glass. The champagne was the only thing keeping me company, my said fiancé was nowhere to be found and neither was my troublesome sister.

Although Dahlia acts like a bitch at times, I still love her for being my sister; even if she wasn’t truly my biological sister.

I would have wanted her nearby to keep my calm, instead of me being this nervous and fidgety about the engagement.

The party wasn’t much of a big deal—I was the one looking at it that way, with the loud laughter and chatters here and there I could tell everyone was having fun except me.

I gulped the whole content in the glass and angrily took another one but before I could bring it to my mouth someone stopped me.

“I don’t think you should be taking another glass,” the voice was nice and charming, mostly masculine.

I peered at the person and my breath almost got knocked out of me when I saw who was standing before me.

Was he a god? No, he looks so freaking good to be a god. He was handsome and tall and I liked it.

“I don’t think you should be staring at me like that also, you might pass the wrong information,” he said and I gulped.

Kill me already! I can’t believe someone as amazing as this person was willing to speak to me. Me!!!!

“Uhmm…..I….I..” I stuttered.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why couldn’t I just say something?

“What? Too speechless to speak?” He questioned with one of his eyebrows raised and instead of me being offended by his words, I found myself turning into a puddle with just his words.

“Are you listening to me miss?” He asked and I blinked.

“Y…yes. I’m listening,” I believe my cheeks are on fire right now.

“Good. I don’t think you should be having more of that drink, you don’t want to be drunk right?” He said.

I looked at him and then at the glass of champagne in my hand, my cheeks burned more when I realized he must have seen me gulping down the drink like a thirsty bitch.

“Oh….I just…..I never thought of that,” I sound stupid right now, I know.

I knew drinking too much would make me drunk and that wasn’t a joke because I’m a very light-headed person.

“Well now I’m letting you know, so drop that glass,” he said and I noticed something about his tone. He doesn’t sound mean but rather polite and that makes me curious about this man standing before me; who is he, what does he want and why is he talking to someone like me?

Those questions popped into my head as I stared at the handsome devil in front of me.

Seeing my hesitation in dropping the glass, he decided to help me and I think that he shouldn’t have done that because I had suddenly become a mess as soon as our hands touched.

“That’s better, we wouldn’t want you drunk now would we,” he added and I shook my head.

Though I wanted to drink to cure my boredom, I didn’t plan to get drunk—not on my engagement day at that.

I glanced at the man who was still standing in front of me and I couldn’t hide my curiosity anymore.

“Why are you speaking to me?” I asked with a slight frown.

Almost everyone who knew me didn’t want to come close to me, but this fine gentleman over here was speaking with me.

He shrugged, “you are the only one who isn’t dying to have a chat with me tonight,” he answered and I looked at him weirdly.

I didn’t get what he said and I bet he could tell.

“Look around,” he instructed and I did as he said. “Everyone’s eyes are on me even though they are speaking with somebody else but you are the only one who hasn’t been eyeing me all night,” he explained.

Just as he said everyone was truly glancing over stylishly, like they weren’t staring at all. They were all staring at him and that made me wonder who he was. Was he some kind of celebrity or something? I couldn’t help but wonder.

“See, you don’t know who I am,” he added and my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“I….I actually don’t,” I replied truthfully.

I had no idea who he was and what he did but from the stares from everyone I could tell that he’s more important.

“I’m…”

From the corner of my eyes, my mother rushed towards me.

“It’s time Genevieve,” she said and then gasped like she hadn't seen the man in front of me.

“Mr…..Mr King, I didn’t see you there,” I almost rolled my eyes at her blatant lie.

“Hmm,” I stared at the man now known as Mr King with wide eyes, he….I couldn’t believe he just answered my mother with just an ‘hmm’ and the surprising thing was that she didn’t act mad or act like she was going to bring hell on him for it.

Instead, she was…..smiling. I mean, with the whole teeth and everything.

“Excuse me,” Mr King said as mother intended to say something more.

He glanced at me one last time before leaving, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Even his steps looked so godlike, gosh the man was too cute.

“We have to go now!” Mother's stern voice pulled me out of my daydream.

She doesn’t have to act sweet towards me since no one was around, and I’m very much aware of that.

“Where are we going, mother?” I asked and she gave me a look that said ‘Really?’

“Your engagement is about to start, your finance would call you out and then you’ll act surprised when he brings the ring out,” I nodded and wanted to leave but she pulled me back.

“One more thing, don’t you dare say no. We wouldn’t want that kind of scandal in our family, so don’t be the first person to do it,” I can’t believe she was speaking that way to me, her daughter. Like I’m some kind of stranger.

“Yes Mother,” I took my hand from hers and made to leave but paused when I noticed something amiss.

I looked around and just as I thought, Marcus was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Marcus, mother? The real party is about to start,” I said, looking around hysterically.

There was this discomfort in my chest and a sharp pain in my stomach; that was a sign that something wasn’t right.

Mother scowled at me, “How am I supposed to know, aren’t you his fiancée? You should know where he is not me,”

I have been standing here for the whole night and I haven’t seen him nor have I seen Dahlia after the little conversation we had with his mother. His family is still around, so that made me feel a little bit of relief.

I kept looking around for any sign of Marcus but I couldn’t see him.

No, it shouldn’t be what I’m thinking.

He can’t do this to me. Not now.

I kept on thinking as I looked around again and again.

Please let it not be what I’m thinking.

“What the hell is going on Rose?” Mrs Meyers asked in a low whisper but I heard.

I glanced at her and frowned when she handed her phone to my mother. Mother stared at the screen and then gasped loudly but quickly covered her mouth to avoid attention.

“What’s going on mother?” I rushed towards her and she tried hiding the phone but before she could I took it from her.

“Look Genevieve you shouldn’t….” Her words sounded like gibberish to me as I read through the message in Mrs Meyers's phone and it was everything I feared. Everything I never wanted and the much more degrading thing done to me.