The Billionaire's Obsession

1: The Warning In the midst of the buzzling morning preparations for the wedding, barely awake from her sleep, she received a message from a number she did not recognise. “Is this Sophie Veyre?” Without thinking much of it, she replied, “Yes and who would you be?” “Zoey Chu. You don't know me but I know you.” “Don't marry him. He's lying to you.” Sophie Veyre half awake just stared at her phone. She didn't know what to make of it. “Miss, breakfast is ready so come down,” said the maid, knocking. “Will be down shortly, Mary,” she said from her bed. Still snuggled in. Then Sophie’s best friend Stephanie Michaels walked straight in. Stephanie snuggled in just right. “Hey girl, miss me?” she asked, wearing a huge smile. “I saw you yesterday, you know…” she said, chuckling, almost forgetting about the text and giving her a hug. Stephanie called to the maid, “Set a place for me too, Mary. Thank you.” “Yes, Miss Michaels” she said and went away. Pulling herself from the hug, she replied to the text, “Care to elaborate?” Still in her pajamas snuggled in like a child. Stephanie saw the perplexed look on Sophie’s face. “You good?” she asked. “Yeah, I am,” Sophie Veyre said, getting out of bed now. “Do not marry Ethan Sanders. He cheated on you. Not once. Not twice.” Sophia Veyre didn't know what to think now. She was dumbfounded. Even though their marriage was just a business transaction, she didn't think Ethan Sanders would do this. She went and looked out her windows into the gardens. There were beautiful trees out. Amidst were her most beautiful and favorite flowers, daisies. The wedding was in less than a week. It only needed the bride and groom now. “I know you may not believe me but it's true. He also cheated on me when we were together, which was a few months before your engagement news was publicized.” “And the people he cheated on you with are all in your little rich elite circle.” Sophie Veyre couldn't fathom what she was reading. She knew she wasn't the most liked in New York but who would dare lay with her fiancé. “Sophie, get dressed, breakfast is probably served by now,” Stephanie Michaels said getting out of the bed. Stephanie Michaels had known Sophie Veyre since forever. She seemed off. She went up to her still standing in front of the huge glass window. Sophie was now just staring at her phone. Her expression, emotionless. “Soph, are you okay?” she asked. “Soph,” she said again, giving her a little shake. Taking the phone from her hand, she read the text messages. “Omg, what is this?” she exclaimed. Frantically texting back she said, “Do you have any evidence to prove what you're saying? Because if you don't, we will have a problem.” “Of course I do. But it also includes videos of you just being ‘a little pawn’ in their game.” “What gam_” Before Stephanie could even finish typing the sentence a message came in. About fifty photos were sent and three videos. Photo after photo all showed Ethan with different girls, drinking and partying. And some explicit ones with Mia Tyrique and Ella Sams in bedroom scenes. Stephanie then played the videos. The first video was of Ethan Sanders, Sophie's soon to be husband, saying, “Once I marry Sophie and get my 7% shares in the Veyre Group, my influence will skyrocket. People will bow at my feet. She's basically my golden ticket.” “What if she finds out?” his friend with curly brown hair asks. Sophie and Stephanie recognized him. He was Joel Whitmore. Whitmore Resorts only son. Ethan Sanders scoffs. “Even so, what can she do? Her company kinda needs my tech company to venture into other areas. They won't be able to just call off the engagement.” “Don't be too sure about that. Veyre Group is owned by the Veyre family and is one of the most powerful families in our old elite group. They could easily replace you,” Luke Carlin said. Joel Whitmore nodded in agreement. By now Sophie Veyre was burning with anger. Her face flushed red. Sophie had always been hot-tempered and had a sharp tongue. She was powerful and exuded luxury but she was very ruthless for a girl. Sophie grabbed the vase on the coffee table nearby and threw it at the window. The vase shattered, making a mess. The windows were made with really fine and strong glass so they were fine. She screamed. “Ahhhhhhh” And stomped her feet. “How dare he?” By now, her outburst had attracted her family to her room. “Honey, what's wrong?” Sophie's mother, Bibiana Veyre asked, coming into her room. Her father, Christopher Veyre walked in with an aura that everyone feared. Behind him followed her two older brothers, Zion Veyre and Asrael Veyre. Tall and handsome. Stephanie was hugging Sophie, patting her back. Everyone stared in bewildered. They wondered what was going on. The servants who were working nearby also came to see what the noise was all about. “Everyone leave,” her father commanded as soon as he saw his daughter’s look and demeanor. He knew something big had to have happened for his daughter to be this upset. The servants left, whispering amongst themselves. The Veyre family and Stephanie were the only ones in the room now. Stephanie literally grew up with the Veyres, she was basically a second daughter to them. “What is the matter dear?” he asked, moving closer to her. Stephanie sighed and handed him the phone to see for himself. Her mom, dad and brothers all gathered together to look at the photos and videos. Stephanie led Sophie to a couch to relax. Their expressions changed as they watched the video. They went through the photos and text messages. They were just as angry as Sophie had been. Zion Veyre and Asrael Veyre were ready to throw hands. A text message came in just at that moment. “Also, he does drugs. Not your regular drugs but high end drugs. And Club Devonte is his playground. I lost the photos for it but I'm sure of my findings.” The family gasped. Sophie and Stephanie exchanged glances. Another message. “Sorry dear. I would have told you this sooner but it was a real hustle finding you or your number anywhere. Bye.” Sophie got up and took the phone. She read the messages and was even more speechless. “A drug addict, sneaking his way into my family…” she thought. “The audacity.”