The Billionaire's Wild

It’s nine in the evening but two men remained doing their jobs in front of the prized liquor collection of the Morris family. One is a charming man with a playful smile on his face and the other is called the manipulative-eyesore of the Morris family. They’re both seriously scanning the documents when the other asked his friend about something that drifted their attentions away to the papers. “That’s a lie, Jacob.” Alejandro Morris placed a pile of documents on the table in front of Jacob de Mevius, his friend, who seemed interested about the reason why he suddenly decided to get married. They are currently inside the liquor room talking about business and reviewing related papers for another investment when Jacob opened the topic regarding his wedding. “But there are rumors circulating, haven’t you heard?” Jacob teased him as he read over the documents handed to him under the yellow light of the liquor room, putting on his reading glasses that are for his astigmatism. “They say that you’re crazily in love with that woman,” he added with an apparent smirk on his face even though he fully knows what’s running inside the malicious head of his friend, who has no love for others except Melissa. Alejandro laughed at it as he poured more Rothschild wine in their glasses before sitting on his own chair. “What? No,” he casually denied. “You know that I don’t love nor like her. If Melissa just agreed to my proposal, then I would not settle with that woman – Amelia, right?” he said, lifting the glass of wine to propose a toast. Jacob shook his head to his hopeless friend. “At least try to remember her name,” he commented before giving all his attention to the documents, oblivious that this conversation with Alejandro would leave his friend brideless on the upcoming wedding day. On the other hand, Amelia Rose Trinidad rushed out of that place, totally shocked by what she heard from Alejandro’s mouth. Several minutes prior to that, Amelia arrived at Jacob’s place with a wide grin plastered on her face. She’s elated that finally, in just a few more days, she’ll officially become Mrs. Morris, and will become the wife of the man she loves. She’s about to retrieve the watch that she left in Alejandro’s house when she slept with him one time when she noticed the light coming out from the slightly opened liquor room. Thinking that Alejandro is there and a little surprise visit might excite him, Amelia sneaks to the place as quietly as possible only to hear this sort of revelation from Alejandro, himself. She stood there, frozen, for a few minutes. Her knees are feeling weak but she tried not to give in and fall, in fright that she might make a noise. After composing herself, Amelia slowly went downstairs, where she met the head maid who allowed her to go inside. She smiled at the maid but her emotions kept getting the better of her. “Madame?” the maid said with a clear concern in her voice. Seeing the maid approaching her, Amelia shifted her gaze to the high ceiling to stop the incoming tears in her eyes. “Yes?” she said with a shaky voice. “Are you alright, ma’am?” “Yes, I’m fine. I… did not see my watch but it’s okay. I’ll just take it back later.” The maid looked at the face of the madame with worry. As the future mistress of the house, they are already happy enough that the madame isn’t someone who will look down on others, so they are giving extra care in their service to her. “I need to go back home now,” Amelia lied to the maid. Although curious at Amelia’s sudden change in mood and decision to go home immediately as soon she came in there, the maid can’t help but sigh and walk away to look for someone to drive Amelia home. “It’s fine. I can…my driver’s going to pick me up. I don’t want to disturb you guys any further.” With that, Amelia left in a hurry, leaving the unclaimed watch behind. As soon as she arrived home, Amelia darted to her room and with tears streaming down to her cheeks, she placed whatever outfit she saw inside her traveling bag. She wanted to curse Alejandro. She wanted to slap him and tell him that she’s the worst trash she ever met but she doesn't think she can step inside his mansion again after leaving like what she did earlier. Pausing from that fit of anger, exhaling, and thinking more clearly what she must do next, Amelia tried to look for a flight bound to Switzerland, where her sister lives. Seeing that there are still a few slots for her to choose from, she dialed her sister’s number and told her that she’s going to move to Switzerland. “Wait, aren’t you getting married?” she heard her ask from the other line. “This is a bad joke, Amelia. I am not taking this,” her sister said before hanging up on her. Feeling totally down, Amelia sobbed on her bed, using her own blanket to wipe her tears. “Curse that wedding. No one’s going to marry that Alejandro Morris, no one!” And that’s what actually happened. In the middle of the festive mood where everyone expects to see a blushing bride being carried around by a groom, Alejandro stood brideless on the aisle. It’s been a couple of hours past the expected start of the ceremony but Amelia remains nowhere to be found. The guests are already whispering about the possibility of a runaway bride when one of his men approached Alejandro and whispered to him that Lady Amelia wasn’t present in her home. Annoyed with what happened, Alejandro left the venue without much talk to the guests who came to the wedding prepared. “That b***h, seriously…” he said under his breath. “Find that b***h and take her here, I demand an explanation and moreover, let their family pay for reparations.” The next day, Morris’ disastrous wedding appeared on the front page of every local and business magazine, all praising the runaway bride, Amelia Rose Trinidad.