The Billionaire's Revenge

Maria“You drive me crazy you know that?” My fiancé whispered into my sister's ear, accompanied by a masculine groan.This was followed by a series of moans and grunts that could rival that of a porn star.“Everything about you makes my heart go haywire.” He said that to me too once and hearing him say it to someone else made me realise how cringey his words were.“Lucas.” She moaned, dragging out his name like a prayer. It's crazy really, the fact that I was frozen to the spot as I watched my fiancé, Lucas Romano and my so called sister, Alice, go at it like teenagers starved for sex. Every cell in my body screamed at me to rage or scream or even commit murder but I didn't because I was frozen in shock.I stared at them, a familiar kind of pain shooting through my chest. My heart was breaking, I knew how it felt because all my life I had only ever known heart break.From my mother, my flimsy excuse of a sister and now the man I'd been in love with since I knew how to pronounce the

Maria “And that was how I ended up here, shit faced drunk in a pretty dress.” I said summing up my story. I looked to Mr. tall, cold and handsome for some kind of reaction but the dick wasn't even looking at me anymore. I gasped when I realised that he must have stopped listening to me minutes ago. The jerk! “So you weren't even listening?? You know what, I don't care. I need to pee anyway.” I hopped down from my barstool but my legs nearly gave way. Weird. I tried steadying myself but everywhere was spinning too much for me to concentrate. I laughed, everything felt too funny. “Hot face. Is the world spinning around you too?” He didn't even acknowledge me. “You're a jerk you know that? But I'll let it go because you're so pretty. Your poor mother. I'm sure she has migraines because of how you turned out.” His head slowly, so slowly turned around to face me and the hostility in them made me want to turn around and run for my life. “How much did you have to drink?” he demanded.

Maria I woke up the next morning in desperate need of coffee. I could barely sleep a wink last night, mainly because I was still trying to get a grasp of my situation. Married and planning to ruin my own father. I guess I should have felt guilty about it but I could barely feel even a hint of guilt. I had no idea what that made me.My room was large and unsurprisingly simple with only a bed, dresser and a nice cozy rug in the middle of the room, something I had in mind to fix. If I was going to stay here for a whole year, I might as well make it mine. The bed however was large and extremely soft. Even softer than the one I had at home, I wished that was enough to make me sleep though.I got down from the bed and wore the robe I found when I walked into the room last night. It was folded neatly along with a matching red nightgown. I was more of a pajamas kind of girl but I was grateful for the thoughtfulness.With my robe tightly secured, I marched down the long stairs to the kitchen.

MariaI tried to shut the door in his face but he had always been stronger than me and his hand was able to stop it.“Can we talk?” He asked me. I avoided his pretty blue eyes because they had always been a form of weakness for me.“I have nothing to say to you.” I told him, turning away from him and abandoning the door.“But I do. Please.” I turned around when I felt his presence in the room with me. “Leave the door open. I'm married now, remember?”His eyes flashed down to the hand bearing my rings and I pretended not to notice his clenched jaw.“You didn't have to get married to him just to get back at me.” He said.I chuckled. “It's really cute how you imagine that every decision I make revolves around you.”“It used to be like that.”“And look how that turned out.” I said with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. He stepped closer. The part of me that had been madly in love with him for years wanted to step closer as well, then I remembered him in bed with my sister and bile rose