Free Web NovelChapter 2: Chapter 1 His Bride. My Baby.
"If you’re going to be the community dick, Helix, the absolute least you could do is know how to fuck a woman and last more than sixty seconds. Now I’m holding the proof of your failure."
Gasps exploded across the wedding hall. The media cameras at the back of the aisle flashed rapidly.
I didn’t care that he was standing at the altar. I didn’t care about the gorgeous supermodel bride staring at me like I was a cockroach that had just crawled out of the floorboards.
I marched straight up and threw the pregnancy test strip at his chest.
How could he do this? How could a human being be this heartless? He had looked into my eyes. He had told me he loved me. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, making all these promises about our future.
I had ignored everything—the red flags, the rumors, the fact that everyone knew he was a player. I was so starved for real love that I let myself believe a billionaire could actually fall for a waitress. And the worst part? I didn’t even enjoy the sex. It was a pathetic, thirty-second joke.
"Why the fuck did you let her in?" Helix’s voice boomed, completely ignoring me. He was glaring past my shoulder at the security guards who were rushing down the aisle from the back.
The guards reached me, grabbing my arms to yank me away.
"Wait," Helix snapped. He stepped down from the altar himself. He walked right up to me, his presence completely overwhelming, and he physically dragged me out of the guards’ grip by my elbow. He leaned in so close his forehead almost touched mine, whispering words.
"As entertaining as this is," he said, "I don’t remember inviting you."
"I loved you."
"Do you honestly think I would ever settle down and marry a nobody like you?" his voice was meant only for my ears. "Look at yourself, Mireya. You’re a charity case. A temporary amusement. You were easy, you gave it up under two days, and you honestly thought it meant you were special? Every girl in this city knows the game except you. You’re pathetic."
My chest tightened so hard I couldn’t breathe. The tears blurred my vision, not just from the heartbreak, but from the shame of realizing how completely I had been played. I really thought he was different.
Helix pulled back, a disgusting, arrogant smirk on his face. He waved his hand toward his best man. "Hand me the briefcase."
The best man opened a case and held it out. Helix reached in, pulled out a stack of banded cash, and slapped it straight across my face. The band burst, and hundred-dollar bills scattered everywhere, raining down on my worn shoes.
"Take the money and fix your mistake," he said out loud, making sure the cameras heard his version of the story. "Get this delusional gold-digger out of my sight before I have her locked up for harassment."
"Don’t touch me!" I screamed as the guards grabbed me again, dragging me backward down the aisle. "Helix! Look at me! You think your family name protects you?! I will ruin you! I will come back ten times richer and I will strip you of everything you own! Mark my words, this is not over!"
He didn’t even blink. He just turned his back on me, walked back up to his bride, and adjusted his cuffs like he had just dealt with a piece of trash on his shoe.
...
I didn’t even feel my legs properly anymore.
I didn’t have a single coin on me. I had left my purse at the cafe when I ran out to confront Helix.
A mile away, a black car pulled up.
In the backseat, the man didn’t look up from his phone.
"Don’t kill yourself speeding, Marco. I’m not exactly sweating to get to my bastard brother’s wedding. The only reason my feet are even in this city today is because our father threatened to freeze my logistics accounts if I didn’t show face." The driver glanced nervously at the rear view mirror.
"Understood, Sir," the driver muttered, tapping the steering wheel. "The rain is getting heavy anyway. Visibil—"
"Then slow down," the man interrupted, "I have more important things to do today than deal with an insurance claim because you ran into some idiot in the street."
Just as the driver began to ease his foot onto the brake, a shadow stumbled directly into the middle of the road.
I hadn’t even looked. My brain was too foggy to notice the headlights.
The driver slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched as the front bumper tapped against my knees—not hard enough to knock me down, but enough to shock my system. I just stood there in the middle of the lane, completely frozen.
Inside the car, the man’s grip tightened on his phone.
"What the hell are you doing, Marco? Why are we stopped?"
"I’m sorry, sir! Someone just crossed without looking. She came out of nowhere." The driver leaned on the horn, shouting through the glass. "Hey! Move out of the way!"
The man finally raised his head, his eyes locking onto the figure standing in front of his hood.
I didn’t even flinch at the horn. I just slowly exhaled, and began to drag my feet toward the pavement, passing the side of the luxury car.
He watched me through the tinted glass as I walked past. His eyes narrowed, taking in the state of me. My shirt was damp, the top buttons completely missing. But his gaze didn’t linger on my chest. It dropped lower. Even though it wasn’t prominent yet, he noticed the slight, unmistakable curve of my lower stomach. The way my hand stayed protectively over it.
He rolled the window down just an inch. He just stared at my profile as I stumbled onto the sidewalk, totally oblivious to who was watching me.
"Sir?" the driver asked, "Should I call an ambulance for her? She looks... unwell."
The man kept his eyes on me until I disappeared around the corner of a building. He rolled the window back up.
"Pregnant. Alone. Crying outside my brother’s wedding. That can’t be a coincidence."
He leaned back.
"Drive."
