The CEO’s Reborn Fiancée

DAISY The sight that greeted me as soon as I stepped into the bedroom of my fiancé shook my whole being. I did not feel like crying, rather anger and disbelief rocked my frame. “What is going on here?!” They both sprang apart as though something dangerous had stung their unclothed bodies. My so-called fiancè was looking as though he had just seen a ghost. My gaze swept to my best friend. Some best friend she was. My hands curled into fists. “What are you doing here, Daisy?” Pamela, my best friend…or now ex-best friend, was wrapping the bed sheet around herself tighter. “You know her?” Drew asked. He did not know my friends, any of them. But it was not an excuse. I growled, pulled off one of the pairs of my heels and threw it viciously at him. It hit him straight on his shoulder, he glared but still had the sense not to say anything. “You have the audacity to ask me that, you betrayer!” I bellowed at Pamela. “I should be asking you that. You know he is my fiancé. You know we’re about to get married! How could you?!” “Calm down, Daisy.” Drew, the man I was supposed to be walking down the altar with in two weeks’ spoke in a soothing, apologetic voice. “Do you want my other shoe?” I glared spitefully at him. “You would not dare!” He retorted. Then stood from the bed and quickly put on some gray sweatpants. His rock hard body was in full view but today was not the time to admire how those muscles bulged and the masculinity he radiated flexed proudly. His long legs strode towards me. My spine steeled itself, ready to have it out with him…and her. I pulled my other shoe. “Don’t test me, you cheat.” “Oh come on, Daisy. It’s not like we love each other. This is more of an arrangement to help your father’s company. Have you forgotten?” His tone was low but I swear I could hear the silent plea not to cause a scene. Of course, he was right. I did not love him. I was doing this for my father whose business suddenly went down the financial drain. Drew Wyatt-Hudley, the most successful and powerful businessman was the only one who could save him. They had reached an agreement to form a business alliance and I was the lamb sacrificed to achieve this feat. I had to leave my career. I had done it for the sake of my father who had raised me all by himself when my mother had died. I had refused initially. Fought against it. But what had surprised me was the fact that Drew was willing to go into this marriage with me. I was outnumbered and the emotional blackmail of my father had gotten to me. I knew Drew was the ladies’ man but I never knew he would go near Pamela LeVante, a co-actress and someone I had trusted enough to make my best friend. Drew did not know my friend but Pamela knew him. So while I could say Drew had ignorantly gone after Pamela, she had agreed to do this. I pushed Drew out of the way but I could hardly call it a push because he did not budge. “And you!” I went after her, a strong hand held me round my waist. “Let me go, Drew! I’ll smash my heel against your head.” I threatened but he refused to let me go. “I’m sorry. If I had known she was your friend, I would not have gone for her and she didn’t tell me. Just let it go. I’ll be sure to never go after your friends anymore.” He was holding me back, I struggled against him. Whatever he was saying was not registering. Rage flooded my system, I felt like killing her. “He just said you both don’t love each other. What’s it to you that I had s*x with him?” Pamela was scared, running away from me. But there was this taunting in her voice I couldn’t ignore. She knew how mad I could get when provoked. I was usually the cheerful kind of person but I hated being angered. I was not the type to allow anyone to trample on me. Pamela would pay for this. “You must be out of your mind to tell me that trash!” I screamed. “Stay still, Daisy. Stop struggling.” I was still squirming to be free from an annoyed Drew’s hold. “Leave me alone! Stop touching me!” I could not believe Pamela would do this to me. It was not the fact that I had seen her in bed with Drew. It was the betrayal. No true friend would do what she had done to me. Even though Drew and I were not in love with each other, a true friend would not go near him. “I will deal with you, Pamela. I swear on my mother’s grave, I will deal with you.” I got the opportunity to get my teeth into his arm. He growled and nursed his arm, giving me time to free myself and chased Pamela round the big, luxurious room. Drew tried to get hold of me, I flung my other shoe at her, it caught her at the base of her neck. I stepped on the bed sheet she had wrapped around her, she lost her balance and fell. “Damn you, Daisy! How dare you?!” She cried in pain. “I’m not done yet, backstabber!” By the time I was done with her, in her next life, she would never think of sleeping with someone’s man. “With the way you’re behaving, one would think you’re actually in love with him.” She spat venomously. My eyes flashed with fury. I knew how to get back to her. She was not remorseful and that was making me more angry. “I’ll get my revenge, just you wait and see. Don’t forget I know everything about you… including your wonderful secret.” I saw fear and nerves flicker across her eyes but I did not care. I forcefully pulled myself out of Drew’s grip, eyed him angrily and walked out of the room. I entered my car and zoomed out of the compound. How could Drew shamelessly do this to me? Even Pamela. I would never in a thousand years believe she would do that to me. After everything we had been through, she was even supposed to be my bridesmaid. I was not feeling pain. Just betrayed, angry and vengeful. Mostly towards Pamela. I… My thoughts were cut short by the blaring sound of an oncoming vehicle, I tried to dodge it but it still hit my car with a great impact. My screams were loud and fear filled my body as I lost control of my wheel. My head hit the glass, it shattered. The car tumbled, and by the time it stopped, I was bleeding profusely and losing grasp on consciousness. I was dying, I could feel it. I somehow knew I would not survive this. I wanted to cry for help but I could not. My last thought before darkness enveloped me was the revenge I had planned for Pamela, the best friend who had betrayed me.