YOU’RE A SPY
1035 Words
#JOCELYN’S POV#
"Congratulations, brother."
That voice. It sliced through the air like a blade. My heart stilled, and I turned slowly, praying I was wrong.
But I wasn't.
It was him. Williams.
My ex-fiancé.
The same man who shattered my heart without blinking. The same man who betrayed me in the filthiest way possible, by sleeping with my step-sister.
My breath caught in my throat. What the hell was he doing here?
He smirked, strutting toward me like nothing ever happened, like he didn't burn my world to ash.
"Oh, it's you, Jocie," he said mockingly, twisting my name like a curse. "You're the one marrying my brother."
My jaw clenched. "What are you talking about?"
He tilted his head with the kind of arrogant calm that used to charm me. Not anymore. Not after everything.
"Nicholas. He's my brother. Illegitimate, crippled, forgotten. But family, nonetheless. You two are a perfect match. Nobodies marrying nobodies."
I stared at him, my ears ringing with rage. Did he really just say that? Did he think it was okay to spit venom at me on my wedding day?
"How dare you?" I yelled, my voice trembling from the storm inside.
He stepped forward, smug and unbothered, like he wanted to provoke me.
"She is my wife," Nicholas's voice boomed behind me. "You do not get to speak to her like that. Not now. Not ever."
Williams chuckled darkly, straightening Nicholas's suit with mock gentleness. "You're so funny, brother. Still playing the hero, huh? Good luck with that."
Then he left. Just like that.
My hands were shaking. I didn’t realize how tight I was holding onto the edge of the table until Nicholas gently touched my arm.
"Are you alright?"
I nodded. Lie. My throat was tight, eyes hot, but I wouldn't cry. Not now. Not in front of them.
Bit what I knew for sure was that. I'd make him pay. Very soon, I'd make him crawl and beg me for forgiveness. Because karma is real.
After the ceremony, I made my way to the house. My father’s mansion. My prison.
The moment I walked into the living room, they were all there, my father, my step-mother, and Megan, my so-called sister.
I stood tall, voice steady. "I did everything you asked. I married him. Now, where's the money you promised? My mom needs that treatment. I need it now."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Megan burst out laughing. Loud. Ridiculous. Cruel.
She clutched her stomach, tears in her eyes from laughing too hard.
"What the hell is funny?" I demanded.
She stood, grinning like a lunatic. "You. You're hilarious. You actually believed us? We played you, Joceyln.Played you like a fiddle."
My heart dropped.
"What do you mean? Tell me you're joking? Tell me this is all a joke right.
"Who jokes like this? You're stupid, and very gullible. You believe everything that's why your life is ruined this way." she sneered. "You thought we'd give you one billion dollars? For what? So your poor, dying mom can live? Let her die."
"What? No—you said—"
"If it’s God’s will, let her die," my step-mom chimed in with a cold shrug. Her voice held no trace of remorse.
"You promised me!" I turned to my father. "Dad! Say something!"
He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoes. "You really expect me to throw away a billion dollars for your mother? Just leave. We're done."
"Dad, please…" I moved closer, dropping to my knees, gripping his leg. "Please, she’ll die without it. I did what you wanted."
He kicked me off like I was an insect. I fell hard, the pain in my back nowhere near what I felt in my chest.
"We can’t help you," he said coldly. "Leave before I call security."
"Dad, I beg you—"
"Are you deaf?!" my step-mother screeched.
She raised her hand and slapped me. Hard. My head spun, my cheek stung, and the world around me blurred.
"Leave now, you pathetic fool!" she barked. "Guards! Drag her out and don’t ever let her back in."
The guards came.
They grabbed my arms roughly, dragging me out as I screamed.
"Please! Don’t do this! Don’t let her die! I need the money! PLEASE!"
But no one listened.
I was thrown outside. Like trash.
And just like that, my last hope was gone.
But still I wasn't going to give up.
I tried everything. Loan sharks, old friends, distant relatives. No one helped. I even sold off some wedding gifts.
Still not enough.
That evening, as I was stepping out of Nicholas's house, he rolled up behind me in his wheelchair.
"Where are you going?"
I stared ahead, numb. "Out. And you don't need to know. Let's stay out of each other's businesses."
My voice was hollow.
At the hospital, I rushed into my mom’s room.
There was a white sheet pulled over her face.
No.
No, no, no.
"Mom? MOM?!"
A nurse stepped forward gently. "I’m sorry, Mrs. Jocie. She passed away this morning."
"No… she’s not—"
I pulled the sheet back.
There she was.
Still. Cold. Gone.
"Mom, no… please… stay with me. Please! I did everything I could!"
I hugged her, sobbing. I kissed her forehead. I screamed.
They tried to pull me away, but I held on. Until they dragged her out of the room and left me on the cold, sterile floor.
I cried until there was nothing left in me.
I was empty.
Then I saw him.
Nicholas.
He was at the hospital. Talking to someone.
I narrowed my eyes and followed.
What was he doing here?
Then out of nowhere—
A strong hand slammed me against the wall.
"Wha—"
The grip tightened.
I struggled.
Then Nicholas rolled in, fury in his eyes.
"I knew it," he said darkly. "I knew you were a spy."
My heart dropped.
"What are you talking about?! Let go of me!"
But he didn’t. And I realized in that moment, I was no longer just fighting for my mother.
I was fighting for my life.
And I didn’t even know who my enemies were anymore.
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