Revenge: I Married His Best Friend

Chapter 4

Leila wasn't having any of it. She knew the marriage was just an act, but it didn't justify them missing out on the good part.

If she truly wanted her revenge, it had to be the best, perfectly served hot.

It was also obvious that Nathan would find a way to get back at her, but she had to enjoy her first victory for now, in this, ‘not so real’ marriage.

Heartbeats later…

Leila was walking down the hallway when her phone beeped for the umpteenth time, it was her mother. Leila didn't return home last night after attending her ex’s wedding. Her mom must be dead worried about her.

But how was she going to explain to her that she just signed a marriage contract with a billionaire CEO? Thinking about the contract, she remembered Nathan's only condition.

“No Feelings Attached.”

Like she planned to have one? She rolled her eyes and brought her iphone out of her bag, flicking it silent. That would do for now, she thought.

Her pensive parade ended when she felt a chilling liquid, sipping down her hair—it was Camila, holding a water can above her head, and it was freezing that morning.

“Oops!” She said smugly.

Leila let out a shocking gasp, standing frozen as she allowed the cold water to sip through her body completely. Her dress was almost transparent.

Camila smirked. “You’re wearing quite an expensive dress, Lei. Do you plan on sleeping with an old man for cash? I guess I must have ruined your plans now.” she giggled.

Leila stared at her ex best friend in disbelief. This couldn't be the same girl she grew up with, something must have changed along the way.

She tried her best not to retaliate because Camila was pregnant, but she could barely contain her anger and disgust.

“Were you saying something?” Camila teased, seeing her boil. “Of course not! This hotel belongs to Andrew's best friend, Nathan. With just a call, I can get his security team to throw you out!”

Leila smiled at her for the first time, she didn't know what was coming. Having heard enough, she turned to leave but Camila wasn't done yet. She grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

“Don't tell me you also have eyes on him, Lei? He's going to be my man once I'm done with Andrew, and not even you can come in my way!”

Leila raised an eyebrow, astonished, but she remained silent. This girl must have hit her head or something, she thought.

She ignored her again, about leaving when Camila pulled her hair this time, eliciting a scream for her mouth. “Answer me!” She yelled.

But this was the last straw. Within seconds, the sound of a palm striking against a cheek echoed through the hallway.

“SMACK!”

It was the slap of the century as Camila almost lost balance. Leila's palm was imprinted on her face, the pain stinging deep.

Camila had stolen her life from her, what more did she want? With that, Leila ignored her endless theatrics and left.

“You'll pay for this b*tch! You and your useless family will pay for this!”

But Leila was long gone.

Immediately, Camila brought out her iphone, her fingers trembling while dialing the only number that could come to her aid.

After the fourth ring, Andrew answered.

It wasn't even upto 24 hours of their marriage, yet he was tired of her endless pestering.

“What is it, babe?” He asked tiredly.

“Can you believe that b*tch?” She screamed and Andrew pulled his phone away from his ear. He swore he could bleed listening to her.

But he squeezed the bridge of his nose and replied monotonously. “Wow! I can't believe her, tell me more.”

He thought it was one of her shameless daily encounters.

The only reason he married her was because her family's wealth was promising. The remaining garbage of a character was what he didn't sign up for.

“It's that b*tch, Leila.”

Hearing that name, Andrew adjusted his posture, clearly paying attention now. “What did she do?” His voice, impatient. He didn't want her coming in his way.

Camila's voice softened, her act on full display. “She threatened me and our baby, she even slapped me.” She switched to video call, the imprint still visible.

Andrew's face stiffened but she continued, “She said she was going to come between us, you have to stop her, babe.”

That was all it took for Andrew to contact his lawyer. He was going to deal with Leila beyond measure, it seemed like she hadn't learned her lesson yet.

Meanwhile, somewhere in an exclusive suite, Nathan leaned against his couch. He was intrigued watching the unfortunate encounter between the two ex best friend's.

He sighed, passing the ipad back to his chief security officer. “Good job. Still keep your eyes on her, I want to know her every move.”

“That wouldn't be a problem, sir,” He said, nodding firmly.

Nathan whirled his wine glass slowly, his gaze distant. “It hadn't been up to an hour since I assigned your men to watch her. Yet, those monsters couldn't keep their claws off her.”

The officer asked hesitantly. “Why don't you assign some personal bodyguards to her, it could save you some stress?”

Nathan replied smoothly. “Well, I did initially, but she didn't like the idea, so we have to keep your distance for now.”

The officer nodded, and since he had nothing else to say. He turned around to leave but Nathan stopped him.

After weighing his thoughts for a while, Nathan asked, clearly avoiding his gaze. “You have a wife, correct?”

The officer was dumbstruck. “Y-yes sir, I do. Why? What about her?”

Nathan cleared his throat. “Nothing much, I was just, uhm, wondering how you propose…” He cleared his throat again.

The officer stared at him puzzled.

“Go on, sir.” He said politely, sensing the difficulty Nathan had, asking whatever he had in mind.

Nathan downed the entire glass, as if he choked on something. “I…” he paused again, “I just wanted to know how you proposed to her.”

“Oh!” The elderly man laughed, “Do you plan on proposing to the young miss? I can help you with that.”

Nathan turned away, looking embarrassed, it was a sight to behold. “No, no, no. It's just for a friend. I'm trying to help him out here.”

The old man smiled, clearly not buying his excuse, but he played along.