Dear Ex, Vengeance Made Us Three

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

Lena's POV.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at how beautiful I looked in my white wedding dress, still unable to believe that I was repeating my life all over again.

Then I was so excited that I screamed with joy, but now all I wanted to do was to get over this event quickly.

I finally decided not to call off the wedding because not only did I need to save my parents from disgrace, but also because I needed to ruin Dane from within.

I will crush him the same way he did to me, without him knowing. I will let him have his sense of victory and work on that project, but not for his gain, but for my fame.

'Dane will regret ever trying to play with me and this marriage will be my first step.' I thought with a smirk.

My phone on the table pinged, and I was about to grab it when the door burst open, revealing my mum and a maid behind her, holding a jug of tea and some cups.

I was about to look away when I remembered that this maid had tripped and ended up spilling the tea all over me, causing a huge burn on my arm and a stain on the dress.

My happy day had ended quite badly, as I couldn't get a new wedding dress for certain reasons and had to manage with the ruined one.

It was an embarrassment considering the important investors and celebrities that attended the wedding.

Tia ended up being the face of the spotlight and was almost mistaken as the bride because she also wore white as my chief bridesmaid.

Could she have sent this maid too then?

I stepped away just in time for the maid to trip, and she ended up collapsing on the floor, the tea spilling on her instead as my mum scolded her.

My heart pounded in my chest from excitement as I realized that I had successfully avoided one of the disasters that had shaped the ruin of my life.

Yesterday I wasn't careful enough and almost ended up disgraced, but now I'm back in control.

"Oh, baby! I can't believe you are getting married." My mum hugged me tightly and I smiled.

"And it's to the man you love." The smile wiped off my face immediately as she disengaged from the hug.

I looked into her river blue eyes, my heart tightening as I remembered how Mum had tried to get me to stay away from Dane, but I refused, so she had no choice but to arrange my marriage to Dane with my father.

A year later, she also tried to warn me that something was off, but I refused and cut off all ties with her. Even when she ended up in a coma while trying to go after me, I still refused to see her.

I allowed Dane to turn me against everyone who cared and saw right through him.

What a horrible fool I was.

"Not really," I told her, and she furrowed her brows at me in confusion, but I just smiled, making a mental note to never throw away my mother's love in this life, too.

"Alright then. In the next 20 minutes, your dad will be here to escort you out, so in the meantime, try not to be too excited." My mum pecked me on the cheeks before leaving, but after her was the b***h Tia.

"You are here?" She gasped, her eyes widening slightly, and I knew why.

She had probably expected me to be on the news headlines about cheating on my husband the night before my wedding, but here I was, dressed for the event like nothing had happened.

Well, I did cheat, except it was with someone whose d**k was worth it.

Just the thought of the previous night with Mikahali made my n*****s tingle.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, and she swallowed, faking a smile as she ran her hands through her hair.

"N-nothing. The event will start in 20 minutes." I didn't miss the tremble in her voice but pretended.

"So I heard. See you then, and please don't forget to check on the other bridesmaids." I ordered and didn't miss the scowl on her face as she left.

"Bingo,' I thought as I folded my arms across my chest, wondering if I should create some sort of disaster for her at the wedding reception, this noon.

I was so distracted that I didn't notice the door opening and Mikahali walking in, not until his breath fell on my face.

"Hey sunshine." He raised his hand to my cheek and my heart skipped a beat.

What the hell was he doing here?

I tried to move away from him, but he didn't allow it and wrapped his hands around my waist tightly as he pressed our bodies together.

I tried to breathe as his alluring cologne entered my nose.

"Let me go." I struggled, but to no avail.

"Never, you are mine now, Lena." He whispered possessively into my ear and a huge lump formed in my throat.

"You are insane. I am getting married to your brother in a few minutes." I tried pushing him away again, but he just chuckled.

"I don't care. I warned you yesterday, Lena. I told you to stop, or I will never let you go, and you chose the latter, so deal with it." He snarled, his emerald eyes darkening.

Oh my God! Was he being serious?

I thought he said all of that in the heat of the moment, as I did.

I was drugged, so I meant none of the words I told him yesterday.

"I will scream if you don't leave Mikahali," I warned, and to my horror, noticed his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Really?" He whispered as he slapped my ass and I gasped, feeling my p***y wet.

Wait! Wasn't the effect of the drug gone yet? Otherwise, why was I feeling aroused as he kissed my neck?

"Go ahead, but you'd better yell faster than my d**k arriving in your mouth." He whispered huskily as he forced me onto my knees and began unbuckling his belt.

For some reason, I couldn't move and felt my mouth watering instead.

A few minutes later, Mikahali let out a sexy groan as he emptied his seed into my mouth. I moaned, shamelessly licking every bit of semen off his c**k.

He tasted delicious, and I knew I shouldn't be doing this right now, but his c**k was too good to resist, with the thought of repaying Dane in the same way he was probably doing now.

When did his affair with Tia even start?

"Now that's good. I feel pleased knowing when my brother kisses you at the altar, my c*m will be all he feels." Mikahali adjusted himself and then left me all alone in the room, my p***y aching badly as I could feel myself dripping wet.

I wanted to be f****d again, but there was no time.

I had barely adjusted myself when my dad walked into the room to walk me down the aisle.

The hall was the same, important guests sitting elegantly, my husband waiting at the altar, looking dashing as a beautiful tune played, welcoming the bride, who was me.

I raised my head proudly, my arm tightening on my dad's hand when a waiter out of nowhere bumped into us.

The wine cups he was holding on a tray fell and shattered, some shards of glass cutting my arm as I winced from pain.

"Lena, are you alright?" My dad panicked, and so did I when I saw the cut on my arm.

It was exactly the same as the cut I had in my previous life when that maid spilled the tea on me.

Why was it the same?

I thought I avoided that?

Or could it be......?