Into his world.
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Later that night…
I didn't go home; I couldn't face anybody, most especially my parents. My phone rang and buzzed on and on, nonstop. I was still wearing my wedding gown, and my heels sat aimlessly on the ground next to me.
I could feel eyes piercing into my back and side.
I heard murmurs.
“Isn’t that the runaway bride?”
“Oh, poor thing."
“What did she expect though? Alejandro is a fine man both in status and finance; I would go back if I were her."
What do they know?
I sat at the bar, trying to drown out the noise, and I was on my second shot of vodka. I wanted to numb myself with the alcohol.
I raised my glass to the bartender to indicate I needed more. I hadn't eaten anything throughout the day, and now I wasn't even hungry. The weight of everything that had happened weighed on me.
I felt weak, my fingers curled loosely around the glass.
The limousine still sat outside. It was only a matter of time before Alejandro would order the driver back home.
I opened my phone.
I was trending; my face was all over social media.
#cheatingscandal, #runawaybride.
I didn't care. That's what you get for leaving everyone’s heartthrob movie star at the altar.
Messages bombarded my phone, mostly from Alejandro. Threats, curses, and orders.
Then there were a lot of missed calls from Roxy. Then a message.
“Girl, where are you? I hope you are not drinking yourself to death again."
I smiled. She knew me too well.
Roxy was right all along. Roxy was my best friend, but we are not so close anymore because of him. She warned me about Alejandro.
Only after I had found that video did I realize how blinded I had been.
Alejandro was narcissistic, so full of himself. Anything he did was for his benefit.
A selfish motherfucker.
I had met him some months ago. My dream had always been to be a movie star, a leading actress.
Isabella was, would I say, the perfect daughter; she did as she was told. Studied sales administration to please them. While I was the rebellious one.
Did the opposite of what I was told.
Then sometime around October, word got around. The producers of the best-selling movies were coming from Paris to New York to shoot the next biggest hit, and they were hiring. They were looking for actresses with talent. I knew that was my chance to shine.
I walked into that audition room with great confidence, held my head high. But when I stood in front of the judges, Ahehandro, and two other people.
Ajehandro had looked me in the face and said they were looking for raw talent and not people who play games.
He broke my resolve; I walked out devastated and hopeless, but later that day I got a call.
He said he loved me on stage and said he wanted me all to himself. Said I was going to be his next biggest hit. He said so many sweet things.
Before I realized anything, I was head over heels for him; I followed him on tours. He gave money to my family. My parents fell in love with him just like anyone would. I was in magazines. I was known as Alejandro Vegas's hot girlfriend. I lived my life for him.
I had no friends.
He was all I had ever known.
How will I live without him now?
I sobbed into my hands.
My nose was runny.
The bartender dropped the glass next to me.
"Ma'am, I know this is none of my business, but things would definitely get better."
I looked up at him and nodded slowly. Thankful for the little encouragement from a total stranger.
Noises at the back stirred me. I raised my head and turned back.
Muscled men who wore black suits were guiding people out the door.
My brows furrowed.
Could it be Alejandro?
"What's going on?” I asked, turning to the bartender.
He looked calm. He just shrugged. “I don't know, ma'am. I guess we are closing early today. Let's find out."
The slight smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what was going on.
I was waiting to be chased out, but no one came to me. They walked by me, intentionally ignoring me. Two men guarded the door.
And finally I was alone, except for the bartender. I was definitely not going to wait here and find out what was about to happen.
I climbed down from the chair.
A man with dark glasses placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Sit, ma'am," he said. "He would be here soon."
“Huh, who?” I asked, panic shooting through me. “Am I in danger?”
He didn't answer, just squared up his shoulders and crossed his hands in front.
Then the door opened. Just at the doorway stood a man. He wore a dark suit just like all the rest. But his was different, tailored to perfection.
He had a grim look on his face. He didn't smile. His jaw was tight.
My heart thudded in my chest.
It was like I was frozen to my seat. I could perceive his perfume from the door.
And then slowly, he began to walk towards me. His shoes made a sound as he walked, echoing in the quiet bar.
His eyes never left mine. The man from earlier shifted aside to pave the way for him.
And he stopped, just a few inches in front of me. He was so close that his cologne intoxicated me.
He towered over me. I raised my head and swallowed.
Then, finally.
“If you’re going to ruin him,” his voice was deep and rough, “do it properly.”
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