Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

Kendra's Pov Tomorrow is my wedding day. Finally, I was joining the list of married young couples in the United States. My joy is priceless. I couldn't shake off this surge of happiness sprouting inside me. “Congratulations on your wedding tomorrow, Aunt Kendra," little Michael said to me. I winked at him. His beautiful grin stretched across his ears. Little Michael was my cousin, my aunt's first born son. “Aww! Thank you Michael. I sincerely appreciate your good wishes,” I said in a moaning voice, and I blew him a kiss. The parlour is filled with well-wishers, family and friends. It's one of the benefits of being from a wealthy family. Everybody likes you when you're wealthy. The Styles family were all present. In less than 24 hours, I'll be transforming from Miss Carlingham to Mrs Styles. I can't wait for my wedding to Maron tomorrow. Speaking of Maron, where is he? Everybody was present here in the parlour. Mr and Mrs Styles were sitting right by the sofa with my parents in a friendly conversation. I can't hear their words, but their smiles are contagious. “Where is Maron?” I ask the security man standing next to me. “My lady, I can't point to where young master Styles has gone at the moment. I saw him leave the room with your friend, my lady,” he said and I furrowed my brows. “Is that so?" I asked. My brows furrowed deeply as I tried to uncover where they could've gone. “Why will Maron leave the room with Alice without telling me? What could be so urgent?" I brainstormed the whole possible scenario. “Kendra, you're thinking too much. Enjoy the moment and don't make trouble where there is none," a voice in my head said to me. "That's true," I realized. I don't want to embarrass my parents. For the first time in a very long time, my parents are happy with me. Even though my marriage to Maron is a fixed marriage, a marriage organized by our both parents, I have come to love Maron. He drives me crazy. Love is a minor, compare to what I feel for Maron. I mean, he is so handsome, so playful, slow to anger, romantic, and above all, he is god-fearing. I can't ask for more. I excused myself from the congested parlour, and I decided to check on Alice in her visitor room. Alice was my best friend. She had been my friend since high school. Unlike me, she had average parents. In terms of finance and wealth, her parents were not in league with my multi-billionaire parents, yet I love Alice so much. She is the perfect friend who always had my back at all times. On reaching her room, I didn't bother to knock on the door. I turned the doorknob and entered the room since it was open. The room was silent. The beautiful smell of lily filled my nostrils as I looked around but there was no one in the room. As I turned to leave, I heard a cackle coming from the bathroom. I paused, “Ali…” my voice trailed off, as I heard a familiar male voice after her laughter. I walked gently to the bathroom door and eavesdropped on the door. "I'm serious, baby. Come to think of it, Kendra is stupid. I mean, does she really think she's beautiful enough for me? Goodness, if not for the sake of her family's wealth I wouldn't be enduring her nonsense.” I froze on the ground, hearing that statement. “Oh God! That can't be Maron.” That can't be Maron right? Tension enveloped me, each beat of my heart echoed my mounting fear. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my body began to shiver. “But babe, when you get married to Kendra, what about me? I'm the one you truly love, right? What fate awaits me?" I heard Alice ask. Darkness engulfed me like a bottomless abyss, and I felt myself falling into its depths. My throat went dry due to the shock I felt. What's going on in there? Is that really Alice and my man talking? What does she mean by calling him babe? My breath came in short, uneven gasps, and I wiped my sweaty palms on my short gown, trying to steady the rapid pounding of my heart. “Oh come on, baby. You know I'll choose you over Kendra anyday. I mean, look at you. It's an insult to you when you compare yourself to Kendra in terms of beauty. She's not even smart. She can't even figure out that I don't love her.” “Don't worry, baby. Once I marry her and she hands over her inheritance to me, it's over. My family will control Remy Crest Industries and Black Gold Company Limited. Imagine that. Won't that be awesome? Owning the largest Gold and Oil company across the United States to ourselves. The Carlinghams would be done for good. By then I can send Kendra away, or I can let you do that yourself. She'll watch us get married, and I'll kick her aside. Since she's your friend, you can decide her fate,” Maron's voice came out and I swallowed hard. A low gasp escaped my lips. Unbelievable. “Does he really mean that?” Tears filled my eyes as I covered my mouth. My breathing has become erratic, I am unable to shake off the shock I felt. My world shattered in an instant, as if a fissure had cracked open my chest, leaving behind a raw, gaping wound where my heart once beat with hope and love. I stood frozen, the weight of his words crashing down on me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for breath amidst the wreckage dreams and broken promises. Hot tears welled up in my eyes. I felt so ashamed hearing those words. This is what Maron truly thinks of me? Fear gripped me as I battled to control my breath. I felt the urge to burst into the bathroom and let them know of my presence, but immediately, I heard a kiss from the two, and Alice moaned in pleasure. “You're mine, and you aren't going anywhere, boy," she reaffirmed, and I heard Maron chuckle followed by the lustful kisses that began to fly around. I couldn't take it anymore. Unbelievable. Maron would dare to do this to me? Tomorrow is our f*****g wedding day. I plodded out of the room gently and I burst into heavy tears outside the room. I rested my back on the wall as I cried helplessly. How can he say all that about me? He never loved me all this time? Why pretend? I was drowning in pain. I had to leave the house. I realized that I had my car key with me. I wiped my face gently. As I walked past the parlor, there was slow music from the sound player and everybody was dancing to the tune. Luckily, nobody saw me pass, and I was as quick as possible. I took my car and drove out of the compound with no destination in mind. I couldn't stop my tears. The memory of Maron's words kept reclaiming my brain. “f*****g asshole!" I cried out amidst hot tears. How could he do this to me? What does he mean by I'm not beautiful? I'm pretty, what more does he want? This can't be happening. I must be dreaming. As I sped across the street, it was past 8 pm at night. I ran into the countryside. I had nowhere to go, but tears wouldn't stop. My brain wouldn't let me put his words aside. As I drove past a workshop, I was unaware of the sharp corner right in front of me. When I saw the speedy vehicle coming from the left, it was too late. My honk was blaring as I screamed, letting go of the steering wheel, and the approaching car held its brakes, but it was too late. The car crashed into me, sending my car spinning in the air.