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"We are gathered here today to witness the union of Henry Campbell and Rayne Sullivan in holy matrimony," the priest booms throughout the church hall, a small smile planted on his lips. This is it! I clutch my bouquet, my eyes locked on Henry's eyes as he gently reaches for my hand. I'm finally getting married to the man of my dreams! What could possibly go wrong? "And now, before we proceed, I must ask, is there anyone here who thinks these two should not be wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest continues, looking around the room. Oh, the formalities! I want to laugh. Like anyone would actually burst in through those doors right now and object to our wedding. Stuff like that only happens in— "Whoa, hold up, people!" A loud voice cuts through my train of thoughts and I turn back, along with every single person in the church to see a dark-skinned woman stomping in. "This whole damn wedding ain't happening on my watch!" She yells again, coming over to where Henry and I are both standing. What the hell? Who is this woman? She's wearing a long flowery summer dress and an ugly scowl to match. Her hands are glued to her very large baby bump hiding underneath her dress. I don't think I've ever seen her before so why is she causing a scene at my wedding? "I'm sorry, who are you?" The priest asks her when she's finally made her way to us, his expression stern. She laughs, more like cackles even and then responds, "Forgive me, Father for I have sinned and hence, I'm here to make a confession." The priest furrows his brows, looking perplexed. "Confession? This isn't the time nor the place for—" But the woman quickly cuts him off, waving her hand. "Oh, don't you worry, Father. I'm gonna make it quick and get straight to the point." "What do you think you're doing here, Keyshia?" Henry speaks in a low voice, scowling at the pregnant woman. I stare at him, a lump forming in my throat. "You know this woman?" "Oh, he doesn't just know me, honey, he's been fucking me for as long as I can remember. And you see this?" She gestures at her baby bump and continues, "It's all his. This motherfucker right here is the father of my child! And there ain't no way in hell, I'm gonna stand by and watch you marry him while he's promised to marry me! Ain't no way I'm raising a bastard child!" My heart pounds and then drops to the ground, my mouth parting open in shock. There are loud gasps and mumbles in the church. And the priest is in no way pleased. "Woman, this is a holy place and your language is completely inappropriate," the priest tells her, his face slightly turning red. "Save your sanctimonious bullshit, Father. I ain't here to impress you or anyone else. I'm here to set things straight." "H-Henry," I stutter breathlessly, tears forming in my eyes. "What is she saying? Did you really get her pregnant?" Henry doesn't even look at me. He's only focused on her. "Keyshia, this isn't the time or place for this. We'll talk about this later." "No, we'll talk about this now, Henry. Right here, right now, in front of everyone. You think you can just fucking get rid of me and marry this little white bitch like nothing happened? Nah, that ain't how it's gonna go down." I feel like the ground is crumbling beneath me. This can't be happening. Not on my wedding day. Not to me. The woman turns to me. "I ain't got a problem with you. I just want what's mine and that's Henry." "This can't be happening," I whisper, the tears already streaming down my face. I didn't even realize when I dropped the bouquet. "This isn't true." "It's true, all right, Rayne. That's your name, right? I've heard a whole lot about you from Henry. He told me how boring you are in bed, how you fuck like a dead fish and how you don't satisfy him. He said you can't even manage to make him cum half the time. But me? Oh, I got him screaming my name every damn night. Ain't that right, Henry?" Keyshia's words are a slap to my face. I feel like I can't breathe, my heart is racing and my mind is clouded with hurt and confusion. I look at Henry and he's not even trying to deny anything. He's just standing there, his eyes fixed on Keyshia as he stares angrily at her. Simi, my best friend and maid of honour chimes in, "That's enough! How dare you come in here and—" Keyshia interrupts her, "Oh, shut the fuck up! You think I don't know that Henry's been fucking you too?" What? I look at Simi and watch as her face blanches with shock and guilt. She's tongue-tied. She's been sleeping with Henry too? I've caught Henry cheating on me a number of times before but he made me believe he's changed. I never would've thought that he's still fooling around and worse, sleeping with my best friend. "Simi? How could you?" My voice breaks. "And don't even get me started on the rest of these hoes," Keyshia continues, gesturing to the other bridesmaids whose faces instantly go pale. "They've all been getting a piece of Henry too, all six inches of this fucker." None of them deny the accusation. What in the world is going on here? I'm surrounded by betrayal! The murmurs in the church become louder but not loud enough to drown the painful throbbing of my heart. I've been lied to by everyone close to me. I'm such a fool! I back away from them all, more tears pouring down my face. "I can't believe this! Cheaters! Liars! You've all been making a fool out of me!" I burst out. "Henry, how could you do this to me?" Henry grunts. "Rayne, stop being so dramatic. We can talk about this later but right now, let's just get married," he utters without any hint of remorse, grabbing my hand. Does he seriously think I'll get married to him after this? I spit, pulling my hand away, "You disgusting, sick bastard! I'd rather die than marry you!" I take off my wedding veil and run out of the church, ignoring Henry's call. He can go to hell for all I care. I'm done with him. I tried my best to be the best girlfriend for him. Ten years together and I did everything within my power to keep him happy but it was obviously never enough for him. All he does is cheat on me and lie to me. And I've been nothing but faithful and submissive to him. But it all ends now! No more! It's time I gave Henry a taste of his own medicine! I'm going to make him feel the kind of hurt I feel every time he betrays me. And I'm going to do it now. What was that Henry said? I'm boring in bed? Alright, then, I'll show him that I can be just as exciting as those sluts he cheats on me with. I don't care about the consequences anymore. I'm done being the naive, trusting woman he can walk all over. And Simi? She's supposed to be my best friend, my only true friend. How could she betray me like that? I sniffle, struggling to hold back more tears that are about to spill. I feel my chest tightening and my breathing getting heavier. This is all too much for me to take. My wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of my life but now it's a nightmare. I hail a taxi and give the driver the address of the hotel Henry booked for our honeymoon. I'm going to make Henry pay for everything he's done to me. Throughout the drive, all I can think about is revenge. How I'm going to go about it tonight, I don't know but I'm going to do it regardless. I take off the detachable mermaid tail from my wedding dress, transforming it into a short dress and drop it in the passenger seat. When I reach the hotel, I realize I've got no money to pay the cab driver so I give him my gold bracelet as payment. I stride into the hotel, wiping the tears off my face. I've cried enough and I've endured enough. Inside, I head straight for the bar and order a strong cocktail. Then I begin sipping my drink while scanning the room, searching for a suitable target to help me with my revenge. And that's when, out of the blue, I feel a hand grab my wrist and twirl me around on my seat. Before I can say a word or make sense of anything that's happening, I feel the stranger's warm lips crash against mine.༺RAYNE༻ I freeze on my seat, my entire body goes stiff. But my heart lurches and a wave of heat washes through me. I find myself leaning further into the kiss and breathing in the delicious scent of the stranger. He smells so good, so tasteful and so perfect. His lips, my God, his lips are heavenly, warm and delightful. This is so wrong. Why do I feel good about being kissed by a strange man? He pulls away from me and I want to whimper from disappointment. The man locks gazes with me as if he's searching for something in my eyes. His mouth parts slightly open, letting a ragged gasp escape and caress my face. I shudder at the touch of his hot breath and feel my legs weaken. He's gorgeous—I want to say out loud. Dreamy grey eyes, beautiful, soft yet masculine features and lips that call my name without uttering a word. His powerful scent, his aura, everything about him is drawing me in. It's either that or the cocktail is taking a toll on me. "I've missed you, my little vixen,
༺RAYNE༻ The dark, fierce look in his eyes becomes more intense and my body trembles. I've never been naked in front of any man other than Henry. And oddly, I've never felt this good at the thought of getting fucked before. He lowers his head to the centre of my thighs and roughly spreads them apart. When his hot breath grazes my sleek folds, I want to melt. I part my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs to do his dirty work on me. Henry rarely ever went down on me. He claimed it's too disgusting yet he pressured me to suck him off a lot. My hot British jerk starts caressing my mound, running his fingers over my fleshy smoothness. I had shaved thoroughly for my wedding night and even went as far as waxing my bikini line, hoping to impress Henry. I never thought I'd be letting another man have it let alone a total stranger. This is thrilling and I'm so turned on right now. I forget for a while that I'm doing this for revenge. How can I not when he's touching me like he
༺RAYNE༻ It’s been a week since my life came crashing down. I’m broke, homeless and devastated. But at least I’ve got a roof over my head. Even if it’s a cheap dirty motel that could definitely pass off as a brothel. Thanks to the money that man had given me, I was able to pay for accommodation, get a few clothes and food. And now, I’m at the brink of being kicked out of the motel. I’ve also run out of my medication. I never would’ve thought my life would ever come down to this. I’ll never forgive you, Henry! The only fortunate thing about my miserable life right now is that I still have a job. I started working as an assistant secretary at Everhart Investments a few months before my wedding. It’s among the largest investment banks in the world. And like a fool, I deposited all the money I made into my and Henry’s joint account for our wedding. I trusted him blindly. Now look where it has gotten me. I’m back at work. I have to get my life together although, I’m not sure how
༺RAYNE༻ My eyes open groggily to find a man in a white coat standing next to me. I take in my surroundings. I inhale a deep breath when it dawns on me that I'm in a hospital. How did I get here? “Hello, Miss Sullivan,” the doctor speaks, observing me. “How long have I been out?” I mumble. “Just a few hours,” he responds. “It appears you have severe diabetes, type 1 diabetes to be exact. Your blood sugar levels were critically low but we got it under control. It seems you've been neglecting your treatment and it took a toll on your body.” I've been expecting this to happen but I dreaded it. I've got no money for my insulin injections and other medications. “How did I get here?” “A man brought you in this morning. He goes by the name Liam Everhart. He covered all of your expenses and paid for your follow-up treatment and medications. He's quite concerned about your health.” The mention of Liam's name takes me by surprise. He really paid for all of this? Why would he? H
༺RAYNE༻ I blink once, my mouth parting wide open. I blink again, my eyes roaming over Mr Everhart’s face. And in that instant, I burst into a loud, hearty laugh. Heaven knows I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. “Oh, Mr Everhart, I didn’t realize you had a sense of humour,” I say, shaking my head as my laugh fades into a low chuckle. Mr Everhart glares at me, one of his eyebrows wrinkled. “Excuse me?” My chuckle wears off into a half smile. “I’m sorry… It’s just… What you said is very funny.” His lips twist into a frown and his jaw tightens. He stares me down like a man assessing some secondhand goods, wondering whether they’re worth the price on them. The stern look on his face makes me buckle up. I clear my throat and adjust my sitting position, moving slightly away from him. He doesn’t tear his gaze from me and it’s making me really uncomfortable now. “What do you take me for? A clown? A stand-up comedian?” he snarls. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I
༺RAYNE༻ I’m temporarily lost for words and I’m certain my face must’ve twisted in shock like a clown in a kid’s birthday party. My jaw slackens and my eyes probably look like they’re ready to pop out of their sockets. “$10 million?!” I say in a squeak, my mouth instantly watering. Mr Everhart nods. I snatch the papers I’d tossed and begin skimming through them like a hawk. And then I see it written in bold—$10,000,000. How on earth did I skip this? That’s such a ridiculously large amount. I can’t believe he’s willing to throw it away just like that. This marriage must really mean that much to him. He must be desperate or crazy—or both. But why me? Mr Everhart carries on, still calm as ever. “And that’s not even counting the other perks that come with being my wife. Lifetime health insurance, a generous monthly stipend,” he pauses and then adds, “basically anything you want. All you have to do is be my wife for one year.” My heart starts beating like a marching band. I bite my l
༺RAYNE༻ Liam takes me from city hall to his house, a ridiculously huge mansion in the upper east side of New York City, the part of town where only the super-duper rich people live. I can't stop myself from staring at the place. It's breathtaking. “If you're done gawking, you can come inside now.” Liam's irritating voice ruins the moment for me. Ugh! He's so annoying and so arrogant! I roll my eyes at his back and stick my tongue out when he's not looking. He walks ahead of me while his bodyguard is just right behind me like a big, burly watchdog. I follow Liam up the beautiful sweeping staircase at the entrance and through the large wooden doors. As soon as I step inside the foyer, I gasp like a goldfish out of water. The mansion is a billionaire’s paradise! My eyes dance all over the place, admiring the interior and I walk further into the living room. There are quite a lot of chandeliers, all glittering like magical, light-up disco balls. The artwork on the walls looks like i
༺RAYNE༻“Get ready. We’re going shopping,” Liam informs me, not even meeting my gaze. He turns his back to me and mutters something to Derek, his bodyguard.I nod as if he can see me and go to my room to get changed. I pick a plain black dress from my bag, slip it on and glare into the mirror. Satisfied with my simple look, I stride to the living room where I find Liam on the phone waiting for me.His eyes rake my body slowly as he gets off the phone. “Let’s go,” he gruffs, leading the way to the garage.It’s very spacious, with a wide collection of luxury cars―Mercedes Benz, Rolls Royce Cullinan, Bugatti Veyron and others I’m not very familiar with. He opts for his BMW and lets me get in first.It’s been three days since I began living with Liam and I have to say it’s been pretty great. Although I didn’t see much of him, I kept myself occupied with exploring the house, stuffing my faces in delicious food and stuff like that.I haven’t really spoken to Liam since the day I got here. B