Love, Lies and Billionaires

Maren blinked back her tears as she walked down the aisle, trying to contain her anger at what she had just watched on the hotel's security footage.

       She loved this man… well, used to, and he had repaid her with sleeping with her slutty best friend. They didn't even respect the fact that it was her day, her wedding day! 

       Gladly, the veil shielded away the fact that her makeup was already half damaged from the tears she had shed while she watched that atrocity.

       Through the veil, she could make out his smiling face at the altar, waiting patiently for her to get to where he stood. If not for the flowers she held, she wanted to clench her fists so badly.

        How could someone cheat so boldly? 

       Getting to the altar, the priest began- reading words that she didn't care to listen to. All she was focused on was the disgusting cheat before her and the occasional cheer she got from her best friend like she was in support of her wedding, as if she didn't let her fiance pound her a few hours ago.

        “…In sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

        “I do," he replied, maintaining his broad smile.

        Then it was her turn to reply. He left the question hanging as she was now really furious hearing the way he had confidently said I do. The entire guests fell silent, waiting for her to reply. 

         She just stood there staring at him, fuming. She had initially planned to forgive him after the wedding, but not after dealing with her best friend. But now, she is starting to rethink it. 

         “F*ck this," she said and without warning, her hand landed hard on his face, earning gasps from different angles of the hall. She threw away her bouquet and tore off her veil, then traced her way through the guests to where her best friend sat. 

          “You wh*r*!” She said and ripped her bridesmaid dress in two. “Since you go around f*ck*ng other people's fiances, why don't you make it a profession?" She raged.

         "Maren!” her mom screamed.

         The entire hall was thrown into commotion as everyone watched the wet eyes bride accuse her best friend of sleeping with her husband.

          “Maren, what are you doing?" Irene said innocently, trying to cover up her body with what was left of her clothes.

           "Cheap sl*t,” she continued, "What did he tell you?, that he loved you? Well guess what, he also told me that and here we are Irene, here we f*ck*ng are,” she said, her voice breaking as more tears streamed down her face.

             Irene stood up from where she sat, her face serious and unremorseful. “I've always been better than you, Maren. Admit it. I'm surprised you're just finding out. This had been going on for as long as you've known William… “

            Maren didn't let her finish as she pushed her. Irene lost balance and fell back. Luckily, she was caught on time by some people who stood behind her.

          “We both know you also aren't innocent, Maren. You're also as f*ck*d *p as much as your fiance,” she spat as she regained her balance.

          “F*ck off!” Maren screamed.

          Maren held her hand over her mouth, trying to prevent the tears that threatened to burst out from coming out. She staggered back and her parents came to hold her to prevent her from collapsing to the ground.

          She watched as her friend left the hall, her shoulders hanging high like someone who had just won a draw. Maren wriggled free from her mum's grip and turned to her fiance, who stood stunned at the altar. Murmurs from the guests filled the air.

        “You b*st*rd!” She went in for another slap on his face, but he was ready for this one and dodged it. “I wasted two years with you, William." her voice shook and tears streamed down her face.

        “We can go on with this marriage and talk about this later, Maren." his voice was low, trying to hide his embarrassment.

         She scoffed in disbelief. “Go on with this marriage?" She gestured around and to her face, which had black lines from her washing mascara. “You're unbelievable William, you couldn't even respect this day. To think I overlooked your flaws to make sure you were happy, but look what I got William…” she paused as the tears choked her.

         "Look, I'm sorry Maren, I don't know what came over me. I…”

        “What came over you?" She charged at him, but her mum was quick to hold her back. “It just had to be Irene, didn't it?

       “Stop this, Maren. Do you always have to be so dramatic?" William asked suddenly, his voice was serious.

        This took her aback as she s*ck*d in her tears and inspected him. She could now see how unremorseful he looked.

       “You know what?, I can't,”she said and turned to leave. 

       “Maren, please,” her mom begged. 

       “Mum, no, stop it" 

       "If you leave this place Maren, I'm going to withdraw my support from your company” she stopped in her tracks and turned to him.

       “F*ck you…”

        Knock knock!! 

       "Ma’am, are you alright?, you're obstructing traffic" 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I must have drifted away,” Maren apologised, snapping back to reality.

        "I don't care, lady. Get your car out of the road,” the man outside her car queried in a husky voice.

        Maren shuddered at the memory; the smile on Irene's face plastered in her mind like an awful song as she committed that atrocity with her ex fiance. She pulled up in the parking lot of the premises and got out of the car.

      She looked up at the building she stood in front of. It read ‘Sovereign Nexus’. Taking a deep breath, she walked in, making her way to the elevator, which always took her to the CEO’s office. 

       If her calculations were correct, she'd been there four times this week but hadn't met the CEO available. She prayed a silent prayer that she would meet him as the elevator opened at the topmost floor.

       Walking down the hallway, she surprisingly found the door open. She sighed in re