Revenge: I Married His Best Friend

Chapter 5

It's been over an hour since Nathan asked his CSO for help, yet he still couldn't memorise any of the things he told him.

Nathan asked him because he could remember him saying nice things about his wife and their marriage in the past. It was only reasonable to ask.

He held his ipad, scrolling through several used proposals online. But the longer he stared, the more ache he felt.

“This is ridiculous!” He said, tossing the ipad away. How was he supposed to remember all that, not like he meant it?

The CSO, this time pinched the bridge of his nose. He would have pressed further but it was beginning to seem nearly impossible.

Finally, he said. “At least, don't forget the most important things.”

Nathan frowned, then answered. “Of course, I won't.”

“Which is?” He asked intently.

Nathan coldy recalled. “Get a nice ring, kneel with one knee, wear a genuine smile and all of that. Yeah, yeah, I remember.”

The CSO shaked his head. He could only hope for the best. “Good luck, son.” He said.

Heartbeats later…

Nathan arrived at a luxurious jewelry store—his little sister, Sophia, stood there waiting for him. He needed help in picking a perfect ring, and she was the best candidate available.

“Good morning Nate,” She greeted, walking with him into the store.

He nodded briefly, wondering how to start the conversation. He couldn't lie to her since she was family, but then it felt somewhat difficult spilling the beans.

A man approached them with a wide grin. He was the store owner and he was pleased to see Nathan and his sister.

“Good morning Sir, and Miss.” He said, politely. “What kind of collection would you be buying today?”

The last time Nathan came here was when he bought a gift for his Grandma during her last birthday. He got the best jewelry set available, and the shop owner earned a fortune.

“I need a ring.” He asked flatly.

Sophia raised an eyebrow, so did the shop owner. “What kind of ring?” She asked him this time.

Nathan held her gaze. “I want to propose to a lady.” He said calmly, sounding like he was casually talking about the weather.

Sophia's eyes gleamed, her lips parted in shock. “Oh my God! You're getting married?” She squealed, her hands fanning herself like the sudden news could cook her alive.

“Wait! Who's the unlucky lady?” She giggled, and he frowned.

“Is she beautiful?”

“Is she a popular model?”

“Besides, how did she do it, you're quite a tough nut to crack?”

Nathan was tired at this point, but he answered each question respectively.

“Leila.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“I asked her, myself.” He revealed, and Sophia’s cheeks flushed. He sounded like a completely different person, she thought.

Meanwhile, somewhere in an estate…

Leila was helping her mom in the kitchen. She casually explained how her day went, while hiding some sensitive details about Nathan. However, their conversation ended when they heard a loud bang on their door.

The noise was so loud and inappropriate, that Mr Winston had to finally step out of his room to ensure his family's safety.

The family stared at each other questioningly, before agreeing to open the door.

Standing on the other end was fuming Camila, Andrew, and his lawyers paired with some estate security.

The lawyer that visited her earlier, shaked his head, and gave Leila an ‘I told you’ look. But she straightened her posture and stepped forward.

Before anyone could address the situation, Camila stepped forward and pulled Leila's dress, almost tearing it off.

“I told you that I'll get you, b*tch. You can't hide from me.” She barked. “Now, you and your family will pay dearly for what you did.”

Leila tiredly pushed her hands off—what's with her and my dress lately? She thought.

Fortunately, Andrew raised his hand to silence his dog.

“Leila Winston.” He began. “I warned you never to step foot around me, and you complied, good. But that doesn't give you the right to abuse my pregnant wife!”

Leila remained unfazed by the news, clearly enjoying the fact that she wasn't satisfying their expectation. She finally opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.

“I'm not done talking!” His voice, cold and pissed. “Since you've bitten off more than you can chew, you and your family should as well leave my property, for good.”

Leila gave a faint smile. “We're going nowhere, Andrew. I paid for the house in full, in case you've forgotten. It clearly belongs to Winston's.”

Andrew smirked. “So many words for someone who's about to be homeless. You can blab all you want, but it clearly belongs to me on paper. My name is on the property deed.”

Leila eyebrows deepened, staring deeply at the deed in front of her. This wasn't possible! She knew she paid it herself, but somehow, someway, he must have done this behind her back.

Staring back at Andrew, she couldn't help but realise how cunning he had always been from the start. She swore she would slap the smug out of his face, and apparently, she did.

‘SMACK!’

Her palm stung as it struck his face, it was much tougher than Camila's. Andrew could only smirk while massaging his cheeks.

Without question, he called the estate security to drive the family out, and they obeyed immediately.

Leila turned to her parents and it broke her fortitude seeing them dejected. Her father could only look down in defeat, like he had failed his family, he had no say in this.

Suddenly, everyone turned to the road when they heard the loud rumble of a sports car with a unique plate number. It gradually pulled over beside their driveway.

Andrew smiled when he recognized who it was—his long time buddy, Nathan. Clearing his throat, he pushed past everyone and walked towards the vehicle.

The butterfly doors of the car slowly lifted, and Nathan walked out with a beautiful young lady beside him. He leaned closer to her, and whispered something into her ears and she giggled.

Seeing that gesture, the glimmer of hope that once shone in Leila's eyes, instantly diminished. Nathan would never betray his best friend, she thought. She regretted ever trusting him.

Nathan walked towards them, his presence, cold and suffocating. “This estate is under my jurisdiction, Drew. I can't entertain such ruckus.”

Andrew smirked, knowing that Leila was certainly done for. She couldn't escape Nathan's wrath, not even in her next life.

Eventually, Nathan stood in front of Leila, his gaze calculating. He noticed how weary she was and it bothered him, so he decided to do the impossible.

He sighed deeply with a forced smile, opened a small velvet box, and got down on one knee.