All Chapters of ARRANGED MARRIAGE TO A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

When I step out of the club, I feel the cold wind blowing through my skin, but it's nothing compared to the coldness I feel inside my heart. It's frozen, and the pain is like being stabbed by a thousand needles. Prince pushes through the door right after me, and I whirl around, shooting him a glare. I'm so broken and mad to the point that I feel numb. I can't even cry. The tears are pooling in my eyes, but they just won't fall. No, I won't shed any tear in front of him. Not a single one. "What the hell was that?" I snap, my voice shaking. Prince runs his fingers through his hair, the frustration on his face telling me that it's killing him too. I scoff. "Well?" He shoots me a piercing look, but it's wavering and weaker than the usual. "Well, did you see me kissing her? Did I kiss her, or did she kiss me?" he shouts, talking as if it was not entirely his fault, like he didn't mean to do it. I'm amazed at how he just ignored the actual fact and that he still managed to speak real

The moment when I broke down in front of Alex yesterday is still fresh in my mind as I'm walking down the hallway of my campus this afternoon. I guess that I just didn't have any other person whom I could think of helping me let out all the emotions building inside me. The person I should be angry at isn't even here for me to yell at. I just finished all my classes today, but these days, going home seems to be my least favorite option because it makes me feel even more lonely than I already am. But as I don't have any other choices, my legs bring me closer to the gate of the campus. On the way there, I sneak a look at the football field and into the hallway to the jocks' locker room, which is what I've been doing recently. Then I stop dead in my track. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel tears pooling in my eyes as I see the person whom Austin is talking to in front of the football team's locker room. Prince. I blink. Once. Twice. And then, I stop. I'm afraid that he'll be

I can't believe what Prince just said to me about Cheska. Fucking bastard. How dare he did that to my sister .I’m trying my best to refrain myself from beating him into a bloody pulp, because at least he deserves to get an explanation. He said about a video. The fuck? As far as I remember, everyone had already left the moment Gia came out of my room. And did he just say that I made her drunk? That I trapped her? My blood is boiled, and I feel like I'm about to explode. This is all because of that woman. Filthy liar. Snake. Poison. "You clueless asshole," I bite out, glaring at him, while he's still eyeing me with such coldness. "You really wanna know what happened that night?" I scoff, knowing that he won't take this information lightly. Eight months ago ... I always thought that my best friend's girlfriend was pretty, but I wondered why he thought that she was so special. Sure, she was the sexiest and most wanted girl in our college, and such a talented dancer as well. But I n

Prince My mind keeps playing the scenes when Cheska cried, over and over again. I think that I’m going crazy – the shit inside me fucking hurts. It’s so much better to take a full physical blow than to feel something like this. It’s been torturing me for the past two weeks, but right now, it feels ten times worse when I’m not blinded by Drake’s and Gia’s betrayal anymore. Do you think that it didn’t hurt me when I had to ignore you, Cheska? Do you think that it didn’t fucking hurt when I just turned the other way while you hugged me to sleep from behind? I couldn’t even look at your face. My mind was filled with their betrayal, and one look at you would mess it up in an instant. Do you think that I didn’t miss your delicate touch, your warmth and your love for me? That night in the club, I was so lost because I missed you so fucking much -why the hell did Henry call you if it hadn’t been for me? I didn’t even realize it when another girl sat on my lap, and my stupid drunken brain ev

Prince Andrew ends up in the hospital. And I end up spending the night at the police station. That bastard is fucking lucky that I didn’t kill him, because before I could do so, three policemen came to stop me. I remember roaring like a mad person when they pulled me away from Andrew, who was already bleeding to death when the emergency response team from the hospital took him with the stretcher. My hands shaking, I look down and bury my face in them. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here right now. I should be with her. Cheska. Cheska. Cheska. She’s the only thing in my mind now. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling at the moment. She must be scared, not knowing that to do. She must be broken. Hopeless. Alone. To settle the matters with the police, I’ve called my lawyer, whom I know from a friend I worked with for one of the influential companies I did my project with. He’s good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Andrew