Chapter One

The betrayal >>>>>>

I placed my engagement ring on my ,staring at it as it shone under the sunlight. Tomorrow, I will get to walk down with the very one I have decided to spend my life with.  Father always said I would get married to one of the strongest man alive and I always thought it would be an Alpha or maybe a Vampire lord. I had paraded our home, walking heads up, calling myself the fated mate of the Alpha. 

I chuckled lightly at my childhood imagination, all foolish and silly now. Maybe Father was right in a way. Your strong man can be anyone as long as your heart chooses and I never regretted the day I said yes to Nicholas Adams. 

I slammed the car door shut and headed straight for his apartment, the key to his apartment dangling in my hand. The moment we got engaged, he gave me a key to his apartment saying I can drop in whenever I like and I appreciate his act of affection. 

As I stepped into the living room, my eyes caught the heels carelessly kicked off at the corner of the living room and a small fancy red purse on the couch. I paused and frowned, totally confused. 

Who can possibly be in the same room with him? And why is a lady’s purse in his sitting room with her shoes thrown carelessly on the ground? Could it be the wedding planner? She said she was going to drop in later today! Goodness gracious! I totally forgot! 

I walked up to his room as I made to knock, I  heard sounds coming from the room. I placed my ear closer, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation going on behind the door. But instead of over hearing a conversation about payment for the approved venue or even arguments about the flowers we chose, I heard loud moans! 

I kick the door open, expecting to see Nicholas in bed with the event planner but what I saw broke my heart into pieces. I watch in tears just as my bestfriend and my fiancé jumped up from the bed. They were naked, sweating profusely from long sex. My mouth dropped open as I stared at them in disbelief. 

“ Nicholas?! Lauryn?!” I screamed in horror. 

This isn’t a dream! This is reality; my reality. The man I am supposed to walk down the aisle is sleeping with my bestfriend. 

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I reached for the bottle liquor in front of me, emptying the last of it into my tumbler. I was feeling dizzy and weak already. Maybe I should go easy on the amount of alcohol I am consuming but I just can’t. This is my seventh bottle for the night. I have never consumed this much alcohol before but the thought of Nicholas Adams betrayal just seem to drive me crazy with every passing minute . I reached for the tumbler, gulping down the liquor  before placing the tumbler back on the table. 

Bunch of betrayals! That is who they are! How could he choose Lauryn over me? After all I invested into our relationship? I have always been the one holding the broken pieces of our relationship, sacrificing and putting myself in a tight spot just to please Nicholas Adams. I was blind to all of his red flags and his lack of interest in our love life. 

Can you imagine him saying all that to my face with Lauryn, my bestfriend, standing there naked, her hands running over my fiancé like a slithering snake? 

The thought of them being together, rolled up under the bed sheet just seems to drive me crazy every passing minute. They deserve each other, betrayals! And the fact they had to make me the image of scorn is just what seem to drive me crazy. Maybe I need to smash something to clear my anger. I grabbed the tumbler, smashing it hard against the table, watching as the broken pieces pierce through my hand, blood seeping out. 

Suddenly, it felt like I just became the center of attraction in the room. All eyes fell on me, wondering what sort of crazy lady comes to bar, gets dead drunk, just to hurt herself with a tumbler. Well, I am the crazy lady who just found my fiancé, who I have been dating for eight years, in bed with my bestfriend, my chief bridesmaid. And as if that isn’t enough, I found that half of the years we spent together, Nicholas has been sleeping with my bestfriend; right under my nose. 

The slender waitress approached with deep concern written all over her face. 

“ Are you alright, ma’am?” Her eyes falls on my bleeding palm as she gasped in horror. “ You are bleeding, Ma’am.” 

“ I rather bleed to death than watch my life crumble before my very own eyes.” I said lazily, watching as my blood turned the crystal clear tumbler, dark red. 

 “ I will attend to her!” A voice, deep and commanding spoke from behind as he made his way towards me.

 I turned around to look at who just spoke and the man I saw made my jaw drop. I watched him make his way towards me. 

The gentle man is tall and imposing with a commanding presence. His muscular frame; broad shoulders, chiseled chests and powerful arms just seem to outline the blue suit he is putting on, its color perfectly matching his olive toned skin. His hair; dark, thick and unruly with hints of chestnut brown that catches the dim light of the bar. 

He took the seat opposite me, his gaze piercing and intense, as he slowly reached for my hand. 

“ You are hurt, beautiful lady. Mind if I help clean your wounds?” He said in a calm voice that just seem to take my breath away like the strong gush of the East wind. 

At this moment, I don’t want him to only clean the wounds in my palms but every single wound Nicholas has inflicted. 

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