Lost In The Middle Of Nowhere

Prologue

When did it all go wrong?

"Stephan, wait, listen to me, please—"

BANG!

The sound of champagne glasses falling off the table and shattering on the tile echoed across the room as a very beautiful young woman was roughly shoved by her shoulders onto the floor. Her curly chocolate brown hair which had been perfectly curled and styled for the evening was now a mess, her makeup ruined and her expensive red dress was torn where her heels had caught in the fabric, causing her to topple over from the forceful shove to her shoulder. She looked nothing like the stunning, haughty 5'9 figure that had strutted into the ballroom less than an hour ago.

Standing in front of her was the person who had shoved her, his brown eyes full of disgust and hatred. His handsome face was filled with pure venom. It was impossible for one to call this man her fiancé. But he was, and they were expected to wed in a year's time.

Where did it all go wrong?

This was the question she was constantly asking herself as she looked up at him.

Shifting her gaze, her eyes landed on a petite and delicate woman whose face scream of innocence. She was wiping her eyes with the handkerchief her fiancé had handed her and sniffling lightly, a look of being extremely wronged on her face. If you wanted to describe Sophia Taylor one could use the words pure, docile and anything innocent. The woman was beautiful, her heart shape face fit her small stature perfectly with big blue eyes, pink lips, high cheeks bones and perfectly blonde hair; like a Malibu Barbie doll.

Because of her meek nature and her prefect characteristics suited for a female lead, the fact that she was beautiful made up for the fact that she was poor and unsuited for the rich, upper class life of wealthy socialites. Many men found themselves drawn to her pretty looks and dainty manners, and Stephan Harper was no different.

Stephan Harper had been her fiancé for as long as Ariana could remember. The Harpers ranked fourth in the five wealthiest families in the world while the Montmorencys ranked third. Although they were a rank below, the fact that the Harpers had a spot in Big Five was enough to have the Montmorencys deem them as suitable candidates for marriage. Stephan had been best friends with the British Heiress since childhood and their parents had arranged a marriage the second they realized how close their children were. Unfortunately, before the marriage could occur, Stephan's attention was stolen away and Ariana was unfortunate enough to experience the harsh treatment of a man whose attention was no longer focused on one woman.

"How dare you sprout such lies?" Stephan spat out each word like it was poison on his tongue. "Have you no shame?"

Ariana felt like the antagonist in the perfect love story, a story in which the ruthless heart of the incredibly handsome billionaire was captured by the sweet, loving Sophia and she was the villain trying to break the loving couple apart. Words couldn't describe her humiliation. It wouldn't be so bad if everything happened behind closed doors, but it wasn't. Everything was happening at the biggest charity ball of the year with countless socialites of all kind from all over the world watching from every corner of the million dollar ball room, their mouths moving non-stop as they gossiped, sneered and laughed mercilessly at the young heiress whose reputation was being dragged through the mud and brought to ruins.

Ariana felt her heart shatter to pieces from the bone-chilling stare Stephan was giving her. He looked at her like she was the dirt under his shoe and the pest in his way of having a happy life. She felt broken and abandoned and in an attempt to fix everything she tried to reach out to him again.

"Steph, I—"

"—Do not call me by that name!" He snarled at her.

His tone had her flinch and look down away.