<Twinkle, twinkle, little snitch. Mind your business, nosey bitch>
|Kian|
THE MOMENT I had stormed in, all eyes glued to me, a series of murmurs and incessant whispers, directed at my heaving form.
Who is he? Total wedding crasher.
Hold on, isn't that Kian Fields? The gorgeous CEO of that huge enterprise is here? Oh my God, I could faint right now!
Is Olay cheating on her husband?
Lord have mercy, things just got hot. Quick, someone hand me a fan!
Holy crap, I thought wedding wrecks like this only happened in Ohio!
Trust people to create crazy scenarios in their heads. These were only a few crude statements I caught, the last nearly prompting me to burst out in laughter. And if I hadn't been the main actor in this disastrous play, I would.
Now, there was silence, a great hush as everyone waited, eager to make sense of what was happening.
"Why do you object?" the priest asked, disbelief ringing loud in his voice. He peered at me through half-moon glasses, a bible open in his hands.
Not a sound left my lips, rather I still marched towards the altar, slow and menacing.
If the bride was actually Jadesola, I wholeheartedly was going to ruin this wedding, hands-down. Yell to the groom that the love of his pathetic life was a gold-digger. That she merely existed there to suck him dry, her sole aim to be his wife, only for his money and nothing else.
"Sir, can you please tell us why you object to this marriage?" the priest inquired again. He'd stepped down the little stairs that led to the altar, a white robe billowing around his small figure.
I ignored him, intent on my mission, a tiny voice that persisted, ringing in my mind, Why exactly are you here, Kian?
To watch out for my fellow man before he's ensnared into that jezebel's trap.
Fat fucking liar.
The instant Jadesola had relayed the infuriating news, the first emotion that had swept into my mind was pure jealousy as rage had pumped through my veins, swift and fast.
Murder sat in my mind. I craved to assert my dominance, fighting tooth and nail with the man who'd dared to take her away from me. Crush the moron to the dust and once I was done, my next target, Jade. Her punishment would be sweet and slow, meted out in untold pain and pleasure.
My groin stirred to life. Damn, I hadn't fucked her yet and she was about to get hitched?
No fucking way.
Fingers curled into knots, my nostrils flared wide in indignation, hot air streaming forth. Vexed to the core, I hastened my strides.
How long does it take to reach this fucking stage?
"Babe," the groom uttered, frantic as he clutched his bride's hands. Despite the distance between us, I zoomed in on the intense frown on his face, vivid and angry. "Who's this?"
I halted, waiting for her to speak whilst examining her from afar. Her mottled pink and white gown was voluminous, layered in frills, unlike the simple one in the picture that Jade sent to me. Perhaps the bitch had changed dresses. Even her hairstyle, it'd transformed from braids to a gel-up. Odd.
"I have no idea," she referred to her other half. Then, jutting her face in my direction, the woman in the pink gown enquired, icy, "Mister, do I know you?!"
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
