Chapter 4 Stab in the back

Selena's POV

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"Selena."

"You arrived right on time."

Damien spoke. His voice was devious of emotion, like I had just caught him signing paperwork instead of fucking my own sister.

"I arrived early?!"

"That's all you have to say, Damien!"

My voice trembles as I flinch, my heart pounding in my chest as I take a step back, trying to check if this was just a dream.

"I was wondering when you would finally learn the truth is."

Vivianne said, not even bothering to cover her naked body. She rolled onto one side of the bed, her head on her hands as her brown hair spilled over the sheets.

No!

No..

"This...this has to be a nightmare."

"My own fiancé with my own sister?"

I can't breathe, my pulse pounds in my ears, my vision drowning out everything before me except the disgusting sight before me.

Damien lifts his head, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a cold, emotionless look. As if my presence here meant nothing.

As if I shouldn't even be acting this way about seeing this.

But Vivianne..she was smiling, a dark sinister smirk curled up her lips. This wasn't a smile of shock or guilt, No. This was a smile dripping with wickedness.

"How...how long has this been going on Damien?"

"How long have you been fucking my sister behind my back?"

"Or maybe you were too much of a coward to finally tell me the truth to my face!"

"Ins ... .Instead of this terrible disgusting show I am watching right now between you both.

"It's been going on since you have been in a coma, Selena."

"Last time I checked, you weren't awake all through those times, so how could this coward tell a lifeless body this kind of truth?"

Damien shoots back, his voice flat, filled with no regret. He sighs, taking his time to look at me with such disgust.

As if I was exhausting him with my presence alone. He leaned against the bed, his chest still bare from the incident that was happening between him and Vivianne.

"How could you do such a thing to me"?

I ask, tears streaming down my cheeks in uncontrolled pressure.

"You never wanted us to be intimate in the first place, Selena!"

"I...I mean you wanted us to wait till our wedding night."

"Vivianne your sister didn't, she decided to offer me what you could never Selena."

"Get used to that, cause that is how it is going to be from now on, even as we are still engaged."

Damien voices out, every word he says stabbing me deep like a knife that had been thrust into my heart.

"He never loved you before, Selena." Vivianne interrupts, getting up to face me, her eyes locked onto my tears-filled ones.

"What made you think he would ever love someone as boring as you?"

"I give him great sex, something you can never give him, can you?"

"Why did you have to do this to me, Vivianne, I...I thought you were my sister?"

I ask, barely trying to keep myself together. I don't even know why I'm asking this, I always sensed something was never right with her.

I stand there, staring at Damien, waiting for him to at least show a little remorse for what he did, for a reflection of at least...something human behind his eyes.

But there's nothing.

No emotions for me.

No second thoughts about his actions, only the brutal truth. My heartbreak meant nothing to him.

"Poor, sweet sister." She mocks me right in front of my face.

"You always thought becoming his finance would ever make him love you?"

She says, stretching out her hands to reach for his chest, her fingers trailing over his bare chest possessively, as if he belonged to her.

"Why invite me to dinner Damien?"

"So that you would finally get to know the truth, Selena."

"At least I'm doing you a Favour." He leans in slightly, his presence suffocating me, his lips curled into something cruel.

"You're never special, Selena. So stop acting like a baby and quit this act of yours!"

I step back, the words hitting me harder than I expected. My own sister and fiancé, standing in front of me like they actually belonged together.

I turn on my heel, running away from the bedroom and Damien's penthouse. My breath comes in slow gasps as I enter my car.

My chest was heavy with sobs I tried to hold deep inside of me.

"How could they!"

"Fuck them!"

Why was I feeling so hurt by this, I never even knew Damien truly, I only knew that we were engaged and nothing else.

I don't remember loving him or having any feelings for him. Vivianne, I can understand the hurt I feel for what she did.

But Damien.. he didn't deserve any bit of my tears. He was nothing but a cold-hearted bastard who was already deep into his fiancée's sister's pussy.

I barely grip the steering wheel before my legs give up on me. my knuckles turning white as I try to control my breathing.

The betrayal was still heavy on my chest, pressing against my ribs like a brave load had been unleashed upon me.

Then it happens.

Too quickly.

Too fast that I barely even comprehend what is happening to me.

A flash of a memory I couldn't recognize.

It...it was a face, a face that I couldn't see clearly leading me somewhere I couldn't quite place yet.

Something felt too familiar about that face. It felt as if I had known him for a moment in my life, like..like we had even been together at a point in time.

The sound of laughter came next, wicked cruel mocking laughter. Low.

Deceitful.

"What's...What's happening," I murmured, gripping the steering wheel as my only source of strength, my head spinning without mercy as those memories flashed before me.

Darkness.

That was the only thing I saw as I collapsed onto my steering wheel with full force.