Betrayed By My Fiancé, I Married His Most Powerful Enemy

Chapter 1: He Killed My love

The first time I had sex with a stranger in a night club’s bathroom was the day I caught my fiancé on all fours, face down, licking and slurping on my best friend’s Cunt while another man plunged into him from behind, grunting and screaming his orgasms out in his sky rise Manhattan office

Yes, an orgy with a view

Let that sink in for a second.

I had just finished a modeling job covering up for Amara as usual because Liam had requested for it, I was tired and exhausted and just wanted to sip some wine, get a foot massage and celebrate the success of the shoot with my fiancé in his office, while trying to bring the subject of me modeling for my self under my name.

I was nervous that he will reject the proposal as usual, citing that our current arrangement of me modeling under the guise of Amara should continue.

I had taken the elevator to his office, clutching the bag containing the wine from the supermarket tightly, nerves hitting me all at once.

Immediately I stepped in, I knew something was wrong.

The smell hit me all at once, flowery rose perfume and a Sandalwood musk scent.

Two of which did not belong to Liam.

I looked up and the door to Liam’s Library was slightly open, following the sounds, my stomach began to twist.

I stepped closer, careful not to make a sound in case they were Liam’s friends and did not need to get embarrassed. Liam’s office library was his pride. Floor to ceiling shelves, first edition books behind glass. That was where we did most of our strategy sessions for Amara’s gigs. He even had a pullout couch for late nights. Which made what I was hearing make absolutely no sense at all.

Looking through the gap, I stopped breathing.

Liam was on all fours with his face buried deeply in between Amara’s legs.

She was spread like an eagle on the bed, offering her cunt to Liam like a sacrifice and there was a male model I had worked with several times, fucking Liam from behind.

They were having sex, in his office Library, with the windows and blinds open, without a care in the world.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest.

Liam had always said that he saw Amara as a sister and I should stop over thinking it, and men, when did Liam start getting interested in men.

"God, Liam," Amara moaned, her fingers threading through his hair as she looked down at him. "I hope you don’t touch Valerie like this."

"Of course not," Liam said, pulling back just enough to speak. "She doesn’t deserve it. Never did."

The male model laughed from behind him. "She really has no idea, does she?"

"None," Amara said, her voice dripping with amusement. "The woman has been modeling under my name for three years. Three years of doing my jobs, wearing my face in my contracts, and handing every single coin to Liam like a good little fool."

"And she’s never questioned it?" the man asked, still working his way into Liam’s behind.

"Questioned it?" Liam scoffed. "Valerie thinks she’s doing it for love. That’s the beauty of it. She thinks if she’s useful enough, good enough, quiet enough, I’ll finally let her shine. Pathetic."

Amara laughed, the sound like broken glass. "She could have been a star on her own, you know. The bookers always said she had more natural presence than me. More camera pull. But instead she’s out there right now, exhausted, covering another one of my shoots, making us rich while she goes home to an empty apartment thinking her loyal fiancé is waiting."

"She should thank us," Liam said. "We’ve been managing her career better than she ever could. Even if it’s our career she’s actually building."

"How much longer do you need her?" the man asked.

"Until I get the contract," Liam said flatly. "After that, she’s done. I’ll end the engagement, Amara takes the credit for everything, and Valerie can go back to being nobody. Which is exactly what she is."

"She’ll be devastated," Amara said, not sounding even slightly concerned.

"She’ll survive," Liam said. "Women like her always do. They just never learn."

The wine bag nearly slipped from my fingers. I grabbed it tighter, careful not to make a sound.

The whole world had gone completely silent except for the sound of my own heartbeat which was too loud and too fast and doing absolutely nothing useful.

I stood there for three seconds. Maybe ten. Maybe an entire lifetime.

Then something cold settled over me. Not numbness exactly. Something more deliberate than that. Like every warm thing inside me had simply decided to leave.

I clutched the wine bag, turned around and walked out of his office.

I walked to the elevator and pressed the button and stood there staring at the brushed steel doors until they opened. I stepped in. I pressed P2. I watched the floors count down.

The parking garage smelled like gasoline and concrete. My heels clicked against the floor, I felt perfectly controlled, which was strange because my hands were shaking so badly I nearly dropped my keys twice before I got the car open.

I sat in the driver’s seat for a moment.

Three years.

Three years of 4am call times. Of eating nothing so I could fit into Amara’s sample sizes which were always half a size too small. Of smiling for cameras under her name, building a portfolio that would never have my face attached to it. Of turning down my own opportunities because Liam said the timing wasn’t right. Of lying awake beside him wondering why I always felt invisible and deciding the problem must be me.

Women like her always do. They just never learn.

I started the car.

I drove.

I don’t remember exactly how long I drove or where I intended to go. I only know that twenty minutes later I was pulling into the valet of a club I had been to twice before, handing over my keys to a boy who looked barely old enough to drive, and walking through a door that pulsed with bass and light and the smell of expensive perfume mixed with sweat.

I found a seat in the VIP lounge.

I ordered wine.

I ordered more wine.

I watched strangers dance with their arms around each other and thought about how Liam had held me at his company’s last gala, his hand firm on my waist, whispering that I was his, that he was proud of me, that we were going to build something great together.

I had believed every single word.

But today, Liam had killed something inside of me

I finished my glass and ordered another.

I felt the familiar heaviness and knew I needed to pee then get back and continue my drinking.

"Where’s the bathroom?" I said stumbling.

"Down the stairs to the right," a girl answered hiccupping. "You need me to take you?"

"No I’m good. I should be able to find it." I grabbed on to the banister and walked down the stairs. I didn’t realize there were so many and they curved.

My vision was getting hazy as I finally made it down the stairs. When I got to the end I hit something hard.

"Ouch! Did I just hit the wall? Wait where did the wall come from?" I said out loud but more to myself.

"I’m not a wall," the deep baritone voice said.

I looked up and saw the dreamiest guy in the world. He looked like a giant with dark brown hair and sexy forest green eyes with a small goatee. He looked like a taller and muscular version of Paul Walker. I felt my panties dampen.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you two are?" I asked him now seeing two of him.

"Actually I haven’t. You are the first. I’m Caspian and you are?"

"The woman that wants to marry you and have your babies. Will you marry me and let me have your babies?"

"How can I marry you when I don’t know your name?"

"It’s .. it’s ... shit I don’t remember. But I know you are the CEO of that big agency and my fiance hates your guts"

"whoa, you do not remember your name but you know me" he said, looking down at me

" yes I know you, I want to marry you, have your babies and you will help me destroy my stupid fiance as revenge "

" seems you have everything planned out"

" yes I do.. shit! I gotta go pee. Stay right here okay. Don’t leave." I said putting my hand to his broad muscular chest.

Wow he had muscles.

"Oh can you point me in the direction of the ladies room, I know it is around here somewhere."

Mr. Caspian grabbed my hand and walked me to the ladies room.

"Here you go," he said opening the door.

"Thanks I will just be a minute. Don’t forget to stay," I said kissing him on the lips while I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was taken a little off guard but he didn’t back away. I deepened the kiss as I felt his erection stirring in his pants.

I eased myself off him and ran into the stall. I needed to be quick cos for the first time in three years I was about to do something entirely for myself.

I know that by tomorrow, I would hate myself for this but tonight I wanted revenge and this handsome CEO that Liam hates looks like the best fit.