BILLIONAIRE'S UNINTENDED BRIDE

Chapter 8: Whispers in the Night

Chapter 8: Whispers in the Night

Inside, it was as if we had entered a different world. The women at the nightclub couldn't help but glance at Luke, their eyes trailing him with undisguised interest, some even throwing flirtatious smiles his way. Yet, his attention remained fixed on me, a clear signal that his priorities lay elsewhere.

Sebastian, ever the charmer, quickly found himself the center of attention. Two beautiful twins, with a captivating allure, captured his interest, and soon he disappeared into the crowd with them, leaving Luke and me to navigate the night on our own.

The night unfolded with us dancing and drinking, lost in the moment. The rhythm of the music became our world, and for a while, I could forget the chaos of my life. But as the night wore on, I found myself drinking more and more, the alcohol a temporary balm to my inner turmoil.

Luke, noticing my increasing intoxication, leaned in, his voice laced with concern. "Emily, you've had enough. Let's take a break from the drinks."

His words, meant to be caring, only fueled my frustration. "I'm just having fun, Luke. I'll be fine," I snapped back, pulling away from him. "I'm going to the restroom," I added, leaving him on the dance floor.

However, instead of heading to the restroom, I found myself at the bar, surrounded by a group of guys who were more than eager to buy me drinks. The attention was flattering, and in my inebriated state, I reveled in it, flirting and dancing with them, lost in a reckless abandon.

When I didn't return, Luke, driven by a mix of concern and jealousy, began searching for me. His expression transformed from worry to fury when he found me dancing intimately with another man. In a blur of rage, Luke lunged at the guy, his fists connecting with brutal force.

The sounds of the club were drowned out by my screams for him to stop, but Luke was beyond reason, his anger uncontrollable. The guy crumpled under Luke's relentless assault, blood staining his face. It took two of Luke's bodyguards to pry him off and escort the beaten man out of the club.

As Luke's bodyguards escorted the battered man out of the club, the tension between us crackled like a live wire. I stepped away, shaken and overwhelmed, the remnants of the violent scene replaying in my mind. Luke followed me out, his face etched with a mixture of anger and jealousy, his breaths coming in hard, ragged gasps.

Once outside, our pent-up frustrations and fears collided in a fiery confrontation. "Emily, how could you dance with that guy? I wanted to tear him apart for laying his hands on you!" Luke's voice was raw with possessiveness, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

My response was equally charged, fueled by the turmoil of the evening and the need to assert my independence.

"You're insane, Luke! I am not your possession, not some fragile doll for you to protect! I'm just your wife on paper, and I'll dance with whoever I damn well please!"

My words were like daggers, meant to pierce through his overbearing protectiveness.

Luke's eyes blazed with a mix of hurt and fury. "Is that what this is about? Proving you're not mine? I wasn't protecting a possession, Emily. I was protecting my wife, the woman I love!"

I countered, my voice rising in frustration. "Love? How can you claim to love me when you don't even know who I am now? I'm not the Emily you married! I'm someone else, and I refuse to be shackled by a past I don't even remember!"

Our voices echoed in the desolate street, our argument a cacophony of hurt feelings and misinterpreted intentions.

"You think I don't know that? You think it's easy watching the woman I love become a stranger?" Luke shot back, his voice breaking with emotion.