"What's with the long face, darling?" Nathan, Tatiana's fiancé, whispered as he placed a stunning silver necklace around her neck that matched her wedding gown.
"Nervous?" he asked, and she nodded with a small smile. His words sent a shiver down her spine. "Yeah, me too. I can't believe you'll be my wife in the next hour. It means the world to me, my love." Tatiana's father, Mr. Wallington, a powerful business tycoon, saw his daughters as mere tools for building his empire. Every word he spoke was final, and even her mother had no say against his wishes. Despite being bound to Nathan, the CEO of Stardust Entertainment Company, by her overbearing father for the past five years, Tatiana had grown to love Nathan. He was sweet and charming. After Nathan left, Tatiana's smile faded. It was her wedding day, but she felt conflicted. Lately, Nathan's suspicious behavior had left her puzzled. Part of her felt this was all wrong. Her phone buzzed; it was a message from Jolene, her assistant. Exhaling nervously, she reached out for it. *You were right, Tatiana,* the message read. Tatiana had asked Jolene to keep an eye on Nathan due to her unease. She knew it was a crazy request, but she needed to be sure before marrying him. She clicked on the video attached to the message, and her heart sank to her feet. It showed Nathan kissing another woman, with the camera angle only revealing his face. The woman seemed somewhat familiar. With shaky breath, Tatiana stormed out of the room and spotted Nathan's assistant, Flynn, and asked, "Where's Nathan?" her voice cold. "Over there," Flynn gestured to the other side of the hall, but his expression turned concerned upon seeing Tatiana's distressed look. "Ma'am," he called after her, but Tatiana was already walking away. As Tatiana made her way through the hallway, her head spun, and her chest tightened at the sound of moaning. She recognized the voices and couldn't believe it was happening on her wedding day. "Ma'am, you need to come. The guests are waiting," Flynn called again, his worried gaze following her. She reached the door and forcefully pushed it open. Her world shattered as she witnessed Nathan slamming himself into one of his artists, Paisley. Not only was Paisley Nathan's artist, but she was also Tatiana's rival. Tatiana stood frozen as the two ignored her completely. Her face paled, and her lips parted in disbelief. She had suspected something was going on between them, but she never imagined it would be this extreme. Nathan groaned at his release, and Paisley laughed sarcastically. Both totally ignoring her! "It felt amazing," Nathan whispered. Tatiana felt a chill down her spine as the reality of Nathan's words hit her. Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall, and bile rose in her throat, making it hard for her to breathe. After they dressed, Nathan's gaze met with her. Those eyes showed no sign of remorse. With slow steps, he approached her and cleared his throat. "What is this?" Tatiana's voice trembled. "I've given you everything, even sacrificed my dreams to please you. How could you do this to me?!" Nathan sighed. "Don't take it to heart, darling. I'm marrying you, not her. Forget what you just saw," he said shamelessly. "It was just a mistake." Tatiana's hand flew to Nathan's face, delivering a swift slap. She was shocked by her own actions, but she couldn't contain her anger. She realized that this man had never treated her well, always treating her like trash and then begging for her forgiveness. And naive as she was, she would always come back to him. She saw the shocked look on Paisley's face, and Nathan's face reddened with anger. Regret washed over her the moment her eyes met Nathan's again. Tatiana winced as he forcefully grabbed her neck, slamming her back against the wall, his jaw clenched. "How dare a bitch like you lay your filthy hand on me? Have you forgotten who I am? I'm your fucking husband, and you should listen to me. Forget what you just saw and go to the hall where our guests are waiting for us to get married." Even in pain, Tatiana's face remained cold. Normally, she would have begged him to stop hurting her, but not this time. She had had enough of his senseless actions. "Screw you, Nathan." He scoffed and pulled her to himself, only to slam her back again to the wall. His hold around her neck tightened and Tatiana groaned at the pain that sliced through her body, but she refused to give Nathan the satisfaction of seeing her break. "Don't tell me you're planning to break up with me on our wedding day, Tatiana. You'll be humiliated in front of the guests. This wedding is going to bring a lot of resources to your father's company. Are you planning to disappoint him?" Tatiana bit her lip, knowing how angry her father would be if the wedding didn't happen. She resented the fact that she, as a woman, was expected to bow at the feet of a man like Nathan. *Well, screw him too," Tatiana's jaw clenched as Nathan let out a mocking laugh. He released her, and she gasped for air. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. "Very well then. Let's see how you handle the humiliation you brought upon yourself. I can't wait to see it," he said, glancing over at Paisley, who smiled at him before leaving the room. "Prepare the car. We are leaving," Tatiana overheard Nathan ordering his assistant. "But sir, the--" "It's not happening. My fiancée just broke up with me on our wedding day, so I should drown my sorrows with a drink, don't you think?" Nathan replied sarcastically. Tatiana shut her eyes, biting down on her lower lip and trying to control her emotions. "How stupid of you to let such a man slip through your grasp," Paisley spoke as she stepped forward. "If I were you, I wouldn't have let him go." "Just get your whore ass out of here," Tatiana's blood boiled. "You know, I should thank you, selfish bitch. First, you got out of my way in the industry, helping Nathan rise to his position, and foolishly thinking that Nathan would appreciate your sacrifice. And now, you've given me the opportunity to have him all to myself. I never wanted him to marry you anyway. Have fun with the humiliation. Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone sympathizes," Paisley said. Paisley was a famous actress with millions of followers. If she manipulated the media, Tatiana would be even more humiliated, despite being the victim. ___ Tatiana, still in her wedding dress, downed her fifth bottle of beer, the burn in her throat a welcome distraction from her heartbreak. She had left the wedding too without anyone noticing. She replayed the betrayal in her mind, muttering bitterly to herself and feeling a mix of anger and sorrow. Grabbing a sixth bottle, she sought oblivion in its depths. Jolene, her assistant, spotted her and hurried over, concern etched on her face. She thanked the bartender who had called her and helped Tatiana to the car. Jolene made several calls as they drove to a hotel, where she struggled to get Tatiana to the room she had prepared. Tatiana rolled over, burying her face in the pillow and drifting into a drunken sleep. When she woke up, still intoxicated, she found herself in different clothes and Jolene gone. "Jojo?" she slurred and stood up drunkenly, staggering out of the room, going wherever her feet took her. __ Tatiana woke up with a throbbing head, her eyes meeting the strange luxurious room. The only memories she had were of Nathan's betrayal and Jolene's help. "Ouch," she winced at the pain in her head as she tried to get up. Immediately, the quilt left her chest, her exposed breasts bounced out. She gasped and quickly covered up with a frown, realizing she was naked. "Did Jolene undress me?" she mumbled and heard the sound of running water, indicating someone else was in the room. She spotted some clothes on the couch and went to check, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets upon seeing that they were a man's clothes. 'Yes... harder, baby... Fuck me... yes!' Her hand flew to her lips, as her words echoed in her head. She ended up sleeping with a strange man! The term 'strange man' could mean anything. An old man, a crippled, a man who has an infection. He could be anyone! “I’m so dead” She mumbled, and as mind pondered on what she had done, the bathroom's door opened and he stepped out...Tatiana quickly lay on the bed, pretending to be asleep. Her heart beating fast, threatening to jump out of its ribcage. "What are you talking about?" The man’s deep, rich voice sounded, and Tatiana felt a chill run down her spine. Oh heavens, what is she going to do? She peeked at him just to see how he looked but only saw his back view. A tall, imposing figure, definitely not old or crippled, but incredibly hot. He was speaking with someone on the phone. "I thought you promised to send someone. What the fuck am I supposed to tell her when she wakes?" he asked the person on the other side. Tatiana frowned. He had been expecting someone to sleep with last night. He was probably one of those rich men who paid to sleep with women. She clenched her jaw. ‘I’m not a whore,’ she thought to herself. He ended the call, and Tatiana shut her eyes again. She heard his footsteps fading and the door shutting. He had entered his dressing room. Tatiana sprang up from the bed, put on her cloth
The room fell silent; one could hear a pin drop. Tatiana forgot how to use her mouth and only stared at her son."Is Father a bad man?" Dylan asked innocently. He didn't look upset but worried."Dylan," Catelyn cut in."No, he is not a bad man. He is a wonderful man that you'll meet someday. But now is not the right time, dear, but I promise, you'll meet your father," Tatiana answered, and Dylan's smile returned."I bet he is as handsome as me," he chuckled."He sure is," Tatiana agreed, and the room returned to its cheerful atmosphere.After putting Dylan to sleep, Tatiana went to grab a glass of water, trying to control her breathing."Tatie," Catelyn called behind her."I just promised him that he'll meet his father soon when I don't even know who he is, what he looks like, or what kind of personality he has. What if he hates me and Dylan? What if Dylan hates me? What if...""Relax, Tatie, it's not the end of the world," Catelyn held her hand."I don't know what to do," Tatiana whi
As Tatiana stood before Isabella's grave, it felt like a nightmare. A nightmare she didn't want to believe. Her desperate voice over her voicemail echoed in her head.She blamed herself for not being there when Isabella needed her help. She hated herself for leaving this monster den of a country in the first place.Tatiana wished she had tried to stop Isabella from going into the entertainment industry, but her sister was determined, just like her.She would find whoever was behind this and make them wish for death. She would destroy each and every one of them."Tatiana," a familiar voice snapped her back to reality. She turned to see her older sister Maya. She was dressed in black, just like her.Only a few people attended Isabella's burial; their father, stepmother, and stepbrother were not among them.Maya walked to stand beside her, sadness swirling in her gaze. "I'm so sorry."Tatiana scoffed. "Isabella would never kill herself, you know that. And yet you let Father suppress the
"Huh?" She raised her brow."You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands still pinned hers above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers."W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night—the night that changed her life completely."What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear.Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all."Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine."Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me."Her pupils dilated as she remained frozen, not scared but shocked with the realization that Mr. King was the man she had
That night, Maya stared at her husband's handle on social media. He had posted a picture of them smiling at each other. Maya was wearing a long-sleeved yellow gown, and her husband was in a suit.Fans wished they could have a marriage like hers. The post had millions of likes and thousands of comments.As she checked out his old posts, Maya heard the return of her husband, Mason, and quickly headed downstairs to welcome him."You're back," she smiled and took the bag from him. He didn't reply; it was something she was used to.Mason headed straight to his room to freshen up, and Maya went to the kitchen to serve his meal. Her nightwear covered almost every part of her body except her face.After serving, Maya waited for Mason until he returned. He entered the dining room, still not uttering a word to her. Opening the meal, his gaze darkened."Honey, what is this?" Mason asked, his voice laced with anger as he gazed at the dinner table. "I specifically asked for the famous chicken parm
An invitation from two men that defined her past!It took a while before Tatiana could digest Jolene's words. The King's Entertainment Company invited her? That is a huge shock!Nathan definitely sent a contract just to remind her that he is still superior and that she will forever remain under him. Accepting such an offer from him would give her a chance to dig out his secret, but knowing what kind of devil Nathan is, that would be a death wish, especially when she has no one backing her.As for Mr. King, that would be a huge blow. Every netizen would definitely throw insults at her and try to dig out how she managed to get herself in.They'll find out about Dylan, and that would cause an uproar. She doesn't want to drag Dylan into this; she wanted him out of this war she is about to face. Also, she doesn't know Cassius's intention towards her.He is engaged, he despises her, and yet he wants her under him as his artist. It was just so confusing."Tatie?" Jolene's voice snapped her