BILLIONAIRE SECRET

Chapter two

Lexi' POV

Ryan and Lily? Lily my own supposed best friend? Today feels like a nightmare and I wish I could just wake up now and forget all about it. I wish all of this is just some weird dream i am having. I stagger backward in disbelief and rub my eyes with the back of my palm. I snap my eyes back open and reality hits me, none of this is a dream, this is real. Ryan is truly getting married to my own best friend.

My head suddenly begins to ache and my eyesight slowly becomes blurry. The noise around me becomes faint causing me to stagger back and forth as I brush past the crowd of happy people. Everyone here laugh and smile, it makes me clench my fist tight and grit my teeth in anger. How can they all be happy about a forbidden wedding? My own husband and best friend betrayed me and yet everyone seem so happy about it?

I keep moving forward, although my headache only gets worse but I will not stop until I set my eyes on Ryan, the traitor himself. I want to hear from him. As stupid as I am about to sound, deep down I have a feeling that Ryan has some explanation to this. Maybe he has his reasons. Something must have happened that led to all of this. I am still holding onto a part of me that believes Ryan has his reasons behind this marriage.

Fortunately for me, I do not find Ryan but my eyes settle on Mrs Garcia his mother. She looks extremely stunning and endowed with different jeweleries. She looks so happy with a big smile plastered on her face. She never looked this happy during my wedding with Ryan. Infact, she hated that I was getting married to her son and she said it to my face. Now she looks so happy, it breaks my heart entirely.

"Mother!" I yell with all the strength left in me. My stomach grumbles and I slowly begin to see black spots. I know I might pass out of tiredness and hunger any moment from now. "MOTHER!" I yell a lot more louder this time. I earn a lot of glares from the people gathered around her. Mrs Garcia's eyes settle on me. Her mouth opens wide in shock at my presence.

I scurry towards Mrs Garcia and hastily pull her into a hug. "Mother, please tell me that all of this is a lie. Please tell me this is some prank. I beg of you." I cry out. My tone is shaky and my breathing becomes hitched.

"Get off me, you smelling stranger." Mrs Garcia pushes me off. My heart begins to race extremely fast as I slowly process what she just addressed me as. Stranger? Did she really just tag me as a stranger?

My entire body begins to shake and I can no longer hold back the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes. I break down into tears causing everyone's attention to now be on me. "Mother, it is me. I am finally out of prison. I got released today! Where is Ryan? Why is there a poster of him and Lily together?" I ask amidst my tears.

I try my best to block the whispering noises aeound me and focus on just one person, Mrs Garcia. She runs a hand through her hair in frustration and mutters a cuss under her breath. "Lady, I do not know who you are. However I will not let you come into my son's wedding and try to ruin his happy day!" She yells angrily. She signals some men dressed in black towards my direction. "Get her out of here and make sure she never returns!

" The guards pull me by the arm and slowly begin to drag away from the event centre. I cry out and struggle to get away from their grip but their grip on me is way too strong for me to pull away.

"Let go off me!" I yell angrily with tears rushing down my cheeks. I taste the saltiness of my own tears, it makes me clench my fist tighter and cry out even louder. "I need to see Ryan! He is my husband, why are you people depriving me of my own rights as a wife? Allow me see my own husband!" The guards turn a deaf ear to my plea. They eventually dump me on the floor somewhere far away from the events centre, besides a trash can.

"Do not think about returning back or else Mrs Garcia will involve the police." One of the guards says. He shoots dagger glares at me before walking away with the other guards. I bury my face into my palms and break down into tears. I want to go back but I am too weak and tired to even do anything at all. I just got out of prison today and I barely had anything to eat while I was serving time. The food there was just very disgusting to even behold.

Wait, it suddenly clicks to me that I have not seen my mother nor my sister, Selena. Do they know I am out of jail? I wonder if they know about Ryan's marriage with my best friend. I have to go back to the Garcia Mansion where they are.

I attempt to rise up but my legs tremble and head aches even more so I end up falling back to the floor. My back collides with the hard floor causing me to groan in agony. I release a heavy sigh of defeat and struggle to get up again, this time I am able to with the help of the wall.

Now, all I need to do is cross to the other side and board a taxi. Wait, I have no money left. I groan in frustration and mutter a cuss under my breath. I guess I would just have to plead with the taxi driver to help me.

I slowly walk into the express lane. Unfortunately for me, my eyesight becomes blurry and everything slowly begins to fade. I fall flat to the floor and the last thing I hear is the faint siren noise of a police car before I shut my eyes close and eventually embrace the darkness.

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I slowly flutter my eyes open, a pounding headache hits causing me to grit my teeth. My eyes settle on an unfamiliar white ceiling. Where am I? Last I remember, I was kicked out of the event centre. A drop of tear falls from my eyes as I recall how Mrs Garcia had treated me like I was a total stranger to her.

I wipe the tears off my eyes and slowly sit upright to access my environment. The beeping noise of the heart monitor, the smell of drugs, the white wall with black poka dots. Why am I in the hospital? I look to my right and I am startled by an unfamiliar figure sitting on a small chair close to my hospital bed. His warm brown eyes stare into my piercing green eyes. A small smile creeps on his face and lights up his entire face. Who is the gorgeous man dressed in black sitting besides my bed?

"Hi, I did not mean to startle you." He mutters pausing to release a loud yawn.

"Wh-o ar-e yo-u?" I stutter with my brows arched at him in confusion.

"Asher Reeds, I am a CIA operative currently working with the Denmarks Police Station. You are probably wondering how you got here .Asher says tucking his hands into his jean pocket and fetching a card from it. He hands it to me which I reluctantly receive. It is true, he is a CIA operative.

"Well, you passed out right in the middle of the express lane. You were lucky you did not get hit by a car or something faster. You could have died but fortunately you did not." Asher says. I scoff in disbelief and shake my head at him. Would it not have been better if I had just died? That way I would not have to be going through any of this pain I am feeling right now."Are you alright Miss? Are you by any chance hurt anywhere? Should I just call the doctor?" Asher asks with a concerned look plastered on his face."Why did you save me?" I whisper in a shaky tone. I break down into sobs and yell at him in frustration. "Why the hell did you save me? Why? I never asked for your help so why?" I yell louder causing some of the nurses to rush into my room.

Surprisingly for me, Asher rises to his feet and slowly begins to walk towards the door. He casts one last glance at me and says "Take good care of yourself Miss." He pushes the door open and walks out.

I break down into sobs, I regret the day I chose to take the blame for Ryan. I regret the day I chose to act out of love.