Tempting The Billionaire Tycoon

I stood at the altar, and Ajehandro stood in front of me. His hands gripped mine as if he let go, I might vanish. A smile was plastered on his perfectly sculpted face and his curly brown hair. He looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. That’s the thing about him; he has always had a sweet tongue and could make anyone fall for him in seconds. Looking at him, one would think he actually loved me. Pathetic. I looked to the left; my mother sat by the front row, dabbing at her eyes. My father’s hands were around her shoulder while Isabella sat a few seats back, a fascinator covering her face in such a way that her red lipstick shone. His mother sat to the right; one could spot her from afar, no matter where you stood. She carried herself with elegance and calm. A woman who single-handedly raised Alejandro. She would sleep well tonight. No doubt. The priest's voice cut through the chaos. All wide-eyed, happy to be the one orchestrating such a divine union. He cleared his throat. “Do you, Elena Alvarez, take this man…?" My heart hammered. I clutched the bouquet tighter. “No.” My voice echoed, and everybody gasped. Reporters geared their cameras. People brought out their phones, raising them to get a better view. I smirked. Their reactions were better than I expected. Perfect. The look on Ajehandro’s face was priceless; he looked like he had just been slapped across the face. His brows furrowed, but he managed to keep a smile plastered on his lips. “Elena baby, what’s going on?" he asked through his teeth. I ignored him, clutching my bouquet tighter, and shoved my hand away from his. I slipped my fingers into my pocket and brought out the remote, pointing it at the projector that displayed the marriage pictures. My hands shook violently, but I forced myself to be still. And there an image appeared: Alejandro was stark naked; he was completely naked, moving in rhythm, fast and hungry, riding none other than my twin sister. Isabella Alvarez. The moans vibrated the atmosphere. My chest tightened; my stomach hurt from the image on the screen. I looked away. The murmurs increased, people scrambled, an able-bodied man wearing a black suit lurched forward, but Ajehandro indicated for him to stop. Ajehandro's gaze pierced mine, his face red and puffed, his veins popping from his head. His fingers curled into a fist. For a second I thought he was going to hit me. My sister stood up quickly, almost tipping the chair over, her mouth agape. Like she wasn’t the one in the video. I had watched that video a million times, preparing for this moment. But seeing it now, on the screen of my own wedding, felt like my heart was being torn open all over again. I was heading to the flower shop a few weeks before my wedding. I sat in the back seat of the personal SUV Alejandro bought for me when my phone dinged with a notification. A video from an unknown number. When I played the video, my breath caught in my throat. ‘Who is this?’ I typed into the keyboard. No reply. I sat at the back of the SUV replaying the video. Tears streamed down my face. My once stable life came crumbling down before me. And that’s when the plan formed. I knew the consequences of what I was about to do, but for playing with my heart with none other than my sister, I was willing to accept whatever consequences that came. “What is the meaning of this, Elena!” he shouted. “Is this a bloody prank?" He reached for my wrist, yanking the remote from me, and the screen went blank. “You and I know it’s not a prank, Ajehandro." I tilted my head, tears running down my face. “I gave you my all, but this is what you go about doing?” My lips quivered. What have you ever done for me, Elena? How dare you! Fix this now!” His eyes burned into mine." “You shouldn’t have picked my twin, Alejandro,” I said quietly, too calmly indeed. “You should’ve picked someone less photogenic.” I turned to leave. “If you walk out of here, Elena, you will forever regret it. I will make sure of it,” he said, his chest heaving. “I don't bloody care, Alejandro." With that, I walked away slowly, all eyes on me. “You will be back," he chuckled. "You think this can ruin me? You will come begging, I promise!” His voice thundered behind me. “Elena!” I heard Father's voice from behind, but I didn't stop. My veil dragged on; I stopped just at the door and threw my bouquet without turning back like I would have done in a proper wedding. And walked out. Outside, the sky was dark. Like it was about to rain, reporters chased after me, throwing microphones my way. “Miss Elena!” here and there. I shielded my face from the camera, stepping into the waiting limousine. I shut the door, leaving the crowd of reporters behind. The tinted window slid up slowly. “Let the world burn," I muttered just before the car drove off.