Chapter 1: Betrayed

From this tight and hot cabinet, I can see through the betrayal they are doing. My fiancé and my sister are having sex. Tomorrow is already our wedding and I can't accept this. I can't forgive them. For how many years we've been together, he dared to betray me today. 

My hand was shaking while taking a video. The pain I'm feeling inside me is struck like poison, that it can kill me but, I will never allow that I am the only one who was hurting. They should be too. 

I wasn't making any noise. I can't allow everyone not to see this, the betrayal they made. I will never forgive them. They just kept going while I just kept on videotaping and crying as well.

The next day, the wedding was planned. No one knew the plan, only I do.  I got trust issues because of what happened. I cried all night but it was useless because the pain they made me feel wouldn't go away.

My mom got mad at me because my eyes were swollen. But I don't have any energy to explain everything to everyone. The important thing to me, for now, is for everyone to know how my sister and my fiancé betrayed me. 

I walk down the aisle. All of the people were looking at me. The big screen that I asked to fix is already in front of me. I was in the middle of walking, suddenly the big screen was turned on. Everyone suddenly stopped, even the people in the choir. 

They immediately looked at the big screen, on the side of the priest. They all saw how my fiancé betrayed me. They can't believe what they saw. 

"Mother fucker!" I shouted in an angry voice. 

I immediately heard whispers. They suddenly turn off the big screen, where the truth was revealed. My parents suddenly came to me. 

"What happened?" Mommy asked after she came near me. 

"That daughter of yours and my future husband betrayed me!" I said while crying. It feels so heavy, it's hurt so bad what they did to me. My sister even has the guts to attend my wedding. 

"Zekailah, marriage cannot be stopped. You know we have to do this to save our company. It's just sex," Daddy said in a calm voice. 

"What? fine! You all get along together! " I shouted in an angry voice. I threw away the bouquet I was holding and ran away quickly. No one even stopped me.

It's so hard when even my family are siding with the doings of my sister. . I thought the wedding would be stopped because of the videotape I showed but it seemed like I was the one who looked bad. Because it hurts so much, I didn't do anything but cried. I never expected that I am the one who was going to get ruined. I was wrong to even expect that this crude family of mine would even take on my side.

"Vodka!" I shouted with an irritated tone.

I sat on the barstool, near the counter. There are a lot of people around here but I didn't care about them. As long as I am drowning in the drinks, I had no idea what they were up to.

I simply continue to drink. What occurred earlier still hurts. I had no idea things would turn out this way, and it appeared like I was still the terrible woman in their eyes. I sighed deeply. I drink the leftover beer in my glass as if it is just water to me. 

"Whiskey?" I turned to the person who spoke.

I arched a brow. "Who are you?"

He looked familiar, but not that familiar. I think I'm drunk, whatever I think, I don't know him. I didn't know his name.

"You don't need to know who I am."

I looked at him, "Then, get out of my sight."

I shook my head and looked at the bartender who was mixing the drinks. My glass was already empty, that's why I wanted it to be filled again. I had no intention of going home because I knew they were having a good time. Because of the misery they've caused me, I was inebriated with a drink.

I thought the man who talked to me earlier had left but he was just next to me. I wouldn't notice him if he didn't just hand me the white handkerchief he was holding. I looked at him badly.

"What is this?" I asked while looking at the handkerchief. 

He licked his lips. Indeed, he's handsome but I don't need him now. He pointed at my face which made me curious. 

"You're crying," he uttered.

My eyes widened, making my hands rush to get my handkerchief. I didn't notice that my tears were already falling. 

"Wait, were you watching me?" I asked.

He shook his head as fast as he could, "You just caught my attention. It's like you've been killed. Is there a problem?" 

My eyebrows suddenly frowned. I'm just broken! I sighed heavily. I don't know what I should feel today. He raised his hand, as a sign for the bartender to come. 

"Jack Daniels," he looked at me, "What do you want? Mojito, margarita?" 

"Whatever," I said with an inexpressible face. 

I bowed as he stopped speaking. My head hurts because I've been here before. When I left the church earlier, I went straight home to get dressed, and then I went straight here.

When the drink was served, he gave it to me. The drink he ordered for me was a cocktail. He doesn't need to do this because I have my own money.

"Thanks,"

"Why are you here?" He drank the drink

"You looked like a broken piece of glass."

I smirked. I didn't know that I was so obvious in this situation. Well, whatever I hide from how I feel, it will still come out when I'm in too much pain. And now, I don’t know how I feel. I stared at him for a long time. 

"Do you want to spend your time with me?" 

He grinned. He averted his eyes from me and drank from his glass. I let him think. I sighed and drank the cocktail.

 "Let's go, then." He stood up. 

I also stood up and let go of the cocktail I was holding. I don't know where we are going but I want to have a partner now. We exited the bar and headed to the parking lot. I was shocked when he suddenly pulled me towards his car. He gave me a smooth kiss. He stopped.

"That's your kiss?" I said laughing.

He pulled me closer again and kissed me in a slightly aggressive manner. He pulled away, gasping. I smiled widely. I adjusted my seat, I was in the front seat and he was going to the driver's seat. I waited for him to enter.

He drove to where. When he parked the car he got out immediately. He even opened the door for me. I no longer hesitated to come out.

I'm dizzy but I can still walk. He grabbed my waist and we walked into the building together. I think this is his condo. When we entered the elevator he still did not let go of my waist.

"You're not taken, right?" I asked him.

He stared at me before letting out a short laugh. I immediately shook my head because of what he did. I don't think he can talk politely. I sigh.

"I'm not, how about you?" he asked.

"I'm-"

"What?" 

"I'm broken, lol," no appetite I said.

He never asked again. I just let it go because I also avoid issues like this. Fortunately, the elevator opened. He helped me walk to the door of his unit.

My whole body trembled as he held my arm. I swallowed hard. He looked at me again while holding the card.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"Scared of what?" I said boldly. Even though the truth is I’m really scared, I’m not sure about it and I don’t know him yet.

He grinned. As soon as he tapped the card on the door, he pulled me with him. The light was off and he had no intention of turning it on. He pulled me into his room. It was dark but it wasn't because I couldn't see him. When the door opened he immediately kissed me passionately.

I wanted to be brave tonight and forget everything. I'd like to forget about the anguish and discomfort they caused me tonight, while I'm with a man I've never met.

He removed the button of his polo shirt and took it off. He just threw that out of nowhere and kissed me again. It almost made me scream when he picked me up and threw me on his bed as if I were a piece of paper.

He leaned over me and kissed my cheek, moving towards my ear. He kissed me on my ear. I was immediately horrified because of what he did. I could feel him undressing my dress.

"Hold on, I'll just smoke." he left on top of me. "Do you want?"

I raised a brow. "No, thanks."

He nodded. He picked up the cigarette over the vanity table. He lit it and sat on the side of the bed. He touched my foot and caressed it.

"So," he added, "What happened to you?"

I looked away from him. I leaned on the headboard. I don’t know how to say it but I have to do it.

"Marry me," I said bluntly.

He immediately raised an eyebrow and laughed, "You are crazy."

I immediately shook. Anyway, he didn't know what happened so he thought I was just kidding. I heard her sigh.

"Tell me everything," he said.

I could do nothing but tell him everything that had happened. He didn't move and let me speak. Until I finished telling the story and he had just finished smoking.

"And I'm the one you intend to marry?" he asked.

"If possible yes, but that's up to you if you want you," I said without hesitation.

"Okay, marry me," he smirked.

I just stared at him for a long time. I know he will not accept a replacement. Marriage isn't just for entertainment. It must have occurred to him, but I'm not sure why he would agree to my request.

"In exchange for you marrying me?" I asked.

He smirked, "Don't fall in love with me."

"As if."

He let out a laugh and approached me. He was just wearing pants, while I was panty and bra. I'm not ashamed for him to see my body because I also want to have a husband to get revenge on my sister and my ex-fiance.

"Do you want to take a shower?" he asked.

I nodded. He got up first and I followed him to the bathroom. When we entered the shower was just on the side. He took off his pants. He opened the shower and let himself get wet.

I just stood on the side as I watched him finally get wet. When he turned his back on me, he smiled. He approached me and held both my hands.

If maybe my ex-fiance hadn't cheated, I would have been happy now. If he hadn't fooled me, I wouldn't have been hurt now. I wouldn't be crying now.

"Shh, don't cry," he hugged me. "I will help you, promise." 

He pulled me into the shower. Until I was wet. We took a shower. He puts soap on my back. He removed my bra and threw it out of nowhere.

I shuddered as his hand crawled across my stomach. I can't move because of what he's doing. I'm going to go crazy. I close my eyes when I feel his lips on my shoulder. He kissed it. Down, toward my back. I did nothing but close my eyes and stand up straight. He grabbed my waist and turned me to face him. We kissed. His hand crawls all over me. I just let him keep kissing him.

He slowly took off my pants. My whole body was exposed to him, but I didn't take it. I just let him do what he wanted to do.

I was surprised when he suddenly picked me up and placed the towel he was holding on me. He carried me to his bed. I just watched what he was doing while taking the pack of condoms.

He was holding it up when he suddenly stopped. He stared at me, so I immediately raised an eyebrow.

"What? Is it that big?" I asked.

He just smirked at the idea of pinning down the condom. When he finished, he immediately came over to me. Even though we were still wet, he did not stop.

"Well, you'll regret it if it hurts in the middle of you tomorrow." He said this while slowly inserting himself towards me.

It hurts. We’re still doing it but I feel like it. He was moving slowly and he was looking at me. My face did not react but just bit my lip.

He just kept going. He was so good, I didn't expect it. Since James became my boyfriend I haven't had sex with him so now I'm a bit new but I won't regret it.

He thrust fast and deep inside me. My womanhood just hurts while I feel something in my stomach. We sweat a lot because of what we do. Noise fills her room.

"Fuck!" he moaned.

I bit my lips when I felt my released. He also followed after me and started slow-thrusting as he spilled on the protection. He immediately lay down next to me. He even wiped the sweat that was building on his forehead.

He turned to me and looked me in the eye. He smiled. I just smiled at him too. Too fast of my emotions.

"What's your name?" I will ask. I hadn't asked his name before.

"Zachary, just call me Zac."

"Okay Zac, I'm sleepy," I said.

"Okay, sleep well." he hugged me.