The wrong sisters (love, betrayal and revenge)

AMAYA’S POV “Son of a b***h!” I cursed out loud. My hands shook with fury as I stared at the photos I held. I wanted to break something. I could feel the anger in me rise out from the depth of my stomach, tempted and eager to destroy something. Calm down, Amaya, you’re not that girl anymore. I pulled my phone out and dialed his number again. Through the tiny c***k in the door of the upstairs lounge, I could hear the chatter and laughter of the guests that were invited to our engagement party. It was supposed to be a small gathering, so my parents decided to host it in their holiday Villa right outside the city. His number went straight to voice mail and I cursed again. “Have you seen Grant?” I asked his sister that was now already so drunk it was a miracle she was still standing with the kind of heels she had on. My sister-in-law to be was never really in her right senses for most of the times that we had met. I always thought it was something that I could learn to tolerate her inability to be sober for one second but right now that I needed an answer from her, I found her lack of sobriety infuriating and disgusting. “Sloane, if you know where the hell your brother is, you have to tell me right now!” It took all my willpower to not grab her by her shoulders and shake the wine out of her. “He shaid shomething bout a work call when I saw him earlier,” she slurred. If Sloane was half as smart as a hamster, she’d have known that he was lying when he said that. I pushed past her, passed the guests who wanted to congratulate me on my engagement, passed the media and those who came just to stuff their faces with expensive dishes. I was feeling hot and angry, the old Amaya that I had stashed away deep inside me slowly clawing her way to the surface. My bedroom was the only place I could be in at the moment where I could calm down and think. “Excuse me,” a voice said to me as he brushed passed me on my way out of the elevator. I only caught a glimpse of his dark shiny hair and curt smile before the elevator closed and he was gone. The last time I was here in this Villa, I was on my knees, begging my father to let me go to business school instead of law school. I only wanted to go there because Grant was heading off to Oxford and my father wanted me to go to Harvard Law. I couldn’t bear the thought of being apart from him for so long, so I begged my father to let me be with the one I loved. A few years after that, I was on my knees again in his mansion in the city, begging him to let me work in Grant father’s company instead of his for my internship. I knew that didn’t make sense if I was my dad, I’d want my child to work in my company too. But Grant was interning there as well, and we just thought a little office romance wouldn’t hurt us before we became full time employees. After the first scandal with the fire and the drugs, I was on my knees again, begging my father to forgive him one more time. My knees kissed the floors again last month when he did that s**t that go him ousted and he begged me to marry him so he wouldn’t be left penniless. As I passed by Aria’s room, I noticed the door was cracked open a little. The lights were turned on, which was weird because Aria wasn’t around and no one went inside her room in any house without her permission. I was about to walk past it when a sound wafted through the c***k. “Aria?” I called out tentatively even though I knew she wouldn’t answer. “Hello? Is anyone here?” I pushed the door open and walked in. Her room was just as she left it before going to college. Her four-poster bed was dressed in white silk sheets with flowery patters, her walls covered in princess décor, her dresser arranged with all her cosmetics. I heard the sound come from the walk-in closet and ventured further inside. Wine bottles sat limply on the floors with glasses and a bag of crackers. Tangled up in white sheets was my stupid fiancée and… “Aria?” I knew that Grant was cheating on me with multiple women, but I did not think my sister was one of them. “The hell are you guys doing?” They both scrambled to their feet, Aria reaching for the white sheets to cover up her shame. Grant’s face looked like s**t as he stared at me with his eyes wide open and his face grey like a sick patient’s. “Amaya, wait! It’s not what it looks like.” Grant was struggling to get his pants back on while my sister sat on the floors, not making a move. I remembered she said she couldn’t make it tonight, but that she had a surprise for us. I wonder if sleeping with her older sister’s fiancé was the surprise she was talking about. Without saying a word, I left them. I thought of all the times I vouched for him. All the times I made a fool of myself for him whenever he made a mistake. When I came to get my father’s blessings for our engagement, I remembered the words my mother said to me: “You’ll be getting on your knees a lot more from now on. And each time you beg, you wouldn’t be begging for yourself and your worth will depreciate.” I thought she was just being mean to me. I thought she only said that because she didn’t like me as much as she liked Aria. I figured once we were married, he was going to change. Marriage does change a person, after all. The chatter downstairs rushed into my ears like a tsunami. I felt sick and angry and I wanted to lash out and burn the whole thing to the ground. I sighted Nicole, Grant’s mother, and groaned. I didn’t want to talk to her any more than I wanted to talk to her son. “Where’s Grant, Amaya?” Her voice was lowered so that the people around us wouldn’t hear her speak to me like I was some bottom feeder. “I told you to make sure that he was ready before people started talking. Do you know what they’re saying about him?” Of course I knew what they were saying about him. He got ousted as the CEO from his father’s company because of his affiliation with some unlawful people and business. When the board found out about it, they decided to kick him out. The only reason why our engagement even happened and was announced to the public was to help clear his name. Everyone knew that the Valquez, my family, will never associate with someone they thought was duplicitous and capable of such idiocy as to mingle with the likes of Salazar. It took a lot of begging and coercion on my side to get my father to agree to our wedding. Now, this happened! I had half the mind to strangle him myself. “You are such a stupid and incompetent girl! I cannot believe Grant wants to marry you instead of Carla.” Usually, I’d stand and listen to her insult me, talk about me like I wasn’t right there with her, while she droned on and on about the girls that her son could have been much better off with. But right now, after confirming what I’d been suspecting for a while now, and catching my sister and him in the act, I couldn’t stand her hypocrisy. I’ve been holding myself back because I thought that I loved Grant enough to tolerate any bullshit he wanted to hand to me. Now I knew, I could tolerate him ruining my father’s business deal with Brim enterprise. I could even handle him gaslighting me into believing that he didn’t ditch me on our anniversary two months ago to go water skiing with his stupid college friends while he claimed his grandmother, who by the way died last year, needed him to help her with something. But I will not tolerate him cheating on me and trying to play me for a fool, thinking that he could still get my family’s reputation to back him up. “Did you know that Grant was screwing his secretary, Nicole?” My question knocked the air right out of her lungs. I had never seen Nicole Thomason look so shocked and pale in my life. I wanted to laugh. I would have if I wasn’t so damn pissed at all of them. “Did you know that your great son, Grant Thomason was shagging someone as lowly as your maid, Susan?” She gasped, the first sound she made since I dropped the first bomb. I pulled out the photos in my purse and started flipping through them, one after the other. “Some blond waitress at the café we went to last month. Your other maid, Celine. His secretary. Your secretary his ex, your beloved Carla. Oh, and my sister, although her photo isn’t here right now.” I tossed the pictures at her, watching them all scatter and fall to the floors. She looked like she was going to pass out soon. A waiter passed by carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres and kicked one of the photographs away. I ignored it while Nicole looked at them all, frantically trying to pick as many as she could. “Nicole, you have no right to stand there and call me names when you weren’t even capable enough to raise your son right.” I walked off, grabbing a flute of champagne from one of the waiters.