Rich, spoiled and beautiful, Lana Houstan.
The red-haired daughter of one of the biggest billionaires in the world, finds out she is betrothed to the multi-billionaire, Ian Matthew Walton.
And... Who might Ian Mathew Walton be you may ask?
To the...
"The great Ian Walton himself, welcome to your wedding cousin."
"Good to see you, Mark, how much did you lose this time?" Fucking moron.
"Sir, the priest is waiting as well as the rest of the guests" One of my men informs me.
"Let them wait, where is she?" I ask for Lana.
"They say it's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony starts." My cousin retorts.
This fucking ass.
"I wouldn't talk if you want to keep your face" I glare at him. Fucking Asshole.
"I wouldn't create a scene at a special event like this. Listen, I'm willing to keep my peace, but I want to be clear you still haven't denied the accusations" he begins moving towards me. "And you know, authorities are going to have a lot of questions, Ian." He says lowering his voice.
Look at this piece of fuck trying to scare me.
"Stay the fuck out of my business Mark" I say and I do everything in my will to restrain the fists that are itching for the taste of his jaw. God it'd be so fucking easy to break his nose at the moment, but the fucking bastard knew how to get to me.
"You knew this is the only opportunity you'd get to open your mouth and have me listen to the bullshit that comes out of it, otherwise we both know what would have happened. Well played Mark." We hold each other's gaze, hatred, and envy in his eyes, anger, and frustration in mine.
"Don't ever interfere with my work, I won't tell you again," I warn him before turning to leave but he stops me grabbing my arm.
"I'm not even close to it, cousin. Just watching out for you." what a pathetic piece of fuck; giving me fake smiles he'd practiced in front of the mirror like a pussy.
"Fuck you" I say shaking my head and push him out of my way before walking down the corridor. The last thing I needed was Mark.
"Move" I gesture to the giggling bridesmaids standing in the way and open the door.
And there she was I saw her standing there, adorned from head-to-toe in white. Her long ginger hair, her eyes, it's all the same. She was breathtaking. We gazed at each other for what seemed like a time span, my eyes signaling my unequivocal approval. Fuck. Why did it have to be her?
"Ian?" Her voice barely heard and her eyes opened wide in shock,
Aha, there she is. Lana Houstan, just the reaction I had expected. I take every inch of her body until there's an appropriate distance between us before I inform her of my decision.
"Your flight to South Africa is cancelled"
"E-excuse me?" her puzzlement to the revelation fills me with satisfaction.
"Ian Walton does not get stood up, Miss Houstan" I watch as rage consumes her, teeth clenched, shock and fury apparent through her hazel eyes.
"Is this some fucking joke? Have you lost your mind?"
"You tell me, Doctor?" I fold my arms enjoying my superiority.
"You'd be very stupid to think I'm ever going to take orders from you" she scoffs trying to maintain her composure. Does she really think I've forgotten her? Forgotten what ticks and what pisses her off?
"That's wonderful, would you write that down in your diary for me."
"You can't do this!" She hissed, unable to control her rage. I mentally laugh at her. I'm enjoying this.
"Watch me do it," I tell her and with that, I turn to leave and her ever so slightly perplexing smile catches my eye. Slowly comes into sight. What the fuck is she smiling about?
She walks towards me and stops until we're a few steps apart and only then I apprehend the evil smile drawn across her face.
One I used to be very familiar with.
"Go. Fuck. Yourself. Ian. Walton"
Five words knocked me down harder than any punch I've had before.
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