Chapter 1
Annie’s POV
Betrayal
It was a bright night. The room glowed and beamed with warmth, but my heart felt cold and void. A forlorn look spread over my face as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
I smiled sheepishly and tried on the white coloured lingerie crumpled in my hand. It hugged my body in the right places, covering just my n****e and barely reaching my butt line.
I looked like a bride in every sense of it, a woman any man would want. But the man I just married didn't want me. He wanted another and tonight, we were supposed to consummate the marriage.
I swallowed hard, pushing the bitter thought down my throat.
Smith Holland, my groom wanted my sister.
I had known this from the beginning, but I had no choice. I was betrothed to Smith by my grandparents. It was my dad's dying wish and my mother? She held onto it to her own benefit.
A heavy sigh pressed through my chest, “I am his wife now… he'd see me differently and let my sister go.” I hummed but my hands shivered slightly at the irony of my words.
“Marriage isn't something simple. Don't marry a man that loves someone else ,” My boss’ words rang in my head like a mocking bird.
Slowly, I adjusted my lingerie, twisting it here and there, but deep down, I wasn’t ready for it.
“What if I am lacking? What if I don't meet up to his taste? I looked again at the mirror and lifted my boobs one after the other as if I was weighing them.
Bullet beads of sweat covered my forehead and my arms fell limply beside me.
“Calm down, you can do this,” I said to myself. Tonight, I will give myself to my husband. Maybe he would finally look at me… not as a burden, not as my sister's shadow, but as his.” I murmured but my hand wouldn't stop trembling.
“First I need some calming tea. Chamomile tea will do the trick.”
I picked up a robe, draped it over my body, and picked up my phone to distract myself as I stepped out of the room.
Our home was a duplex and the kitchen was down the stairs.
I admired the staircase and rails quietly, accepting that this would be my new home. It was quite a luxury but I was used to such luxury.
The tea must be in one of the cabinets. I thought as I took my last step towards the kitchen.
I stuck out my hand to push the door open but I halted. A soft laugh that I knew too well came from behind the door. What the heck was that? That sounded like Smith's…
Then a moan, it was low and intimate.
“Don't look,” I warned myself and remained glued to the spot. The moaning became wilder and clearer. The laughter was clearly in Smith's voice.
I was still processing my thoughts when I heard the scream…
“Yes, Smith, harder!” A feminine voice pleaded. My blood boiled… The voice sounded… Vaguely familiar?
At that moment, something inside of me snapped. I lost my restraints and pushed the door open.
Smith straddled my sister against the wall behind one of the cabinets. Both were partially undressed.
Lips locked, Smith's hands were lost in my sister’s hair. Her fingers clamped on his shoulders, their bodies moved in rhythm, unaware that they were being watched
“Aha…” a silent whisper escaped my lips and I covered my mouth with my hand.
I stood frozen, my vision blurring at the edges.
Carrie was the first to see me. She lifted up her head and our gazes locked. Her eyes trembled but it lasted just for a second. She rolled her eyes and I caught a glimpse of a triumphant soft laughter hooked at the corner of her lips.
Staring wide at me, she pulled Smith's hair, threw her head backwards, and let out a soft moan. “Harder, baby,” she cooed.
Smith thrust faster and deeper into her, “I love you, baby,” he muttered, filling her deeper.
My body tingled and tears streamed down my face. With shaking hands, I brought up my phone and took a short video of them.
Despite the shutter sound of the camera, Smith didn't stop, he was lost in ecstacy and heard nothing.
My hands flew to my ears and a scream tore out of my mouth.
Smith shook like a leaf caught in the storm, he shook himself off Carrie but Carrie didn't let him go, “Don't go, she whispered,” spreading her legs wider.
Smith held her shoulders to push her away, but the inevitable occurred. He climaxed and instead of pushing Carrie away, he ended up clutching tightly onto her as he spilled into her
A triumphant smile fell over Carrie’s face. She smirked and didn't let Smith go until he emptied into her.
Smith staggered away from her and pushed himself up.
Sweat cascaded down his face as he stared wildly at me.
“Annie…”
“Shut up!!!” I blast, shaking nervously.
“How dare you!”
“... Annie, I can explain…”
“Shut the f**k up!!” I yelled and pulled out the wedding ring I received a few hours ago.
“Smith Holland, I am done with you!”
“... And you…” I raised a finger at my sister and began to stagger towards the door.
Carrie sat there rolling her eyes like nothing had happened. Smith aimed to pull me to himself but I dodged out of his way.
“Don't touch me!!!” I screamed and bolted out of the kitchen.
