Chapter 6 Why She

Lycandar's POV

I stood at the front of the mirror adjusting my hair. I dragged the brush through my thick, light brown hair just one more time, just to ensure every stand was perfectly in place, I don't want to miss anything, not even a mistake in the way I fix my hair.

Confirming everything on my body to make sure I was ready for this. I checked my cufflinks and straightened my expensive suit, the only piece available in Italy.

I took one last glance at myself in the mirror, appreciating what I saw, my reflection smiled back at me-sharp cheekbones and piercing brown eyes that matched just perfectly with the color of my hair. I smirked, thinking about Sarah and how the day is finally here.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed, then rolled my shoulder, letting out a soft, satisfied exhale.

This indeed is my day and nothing should go wrong-especially not in my looks.

Without overthinking things, I walked out of the hotel and every one of the staff bowed slightly at me as I walked with familiarity.

The hotel is one of my many private properties, my footsteps echoing against the tiled floor as the staff couldn't help but respect my exit.

I stepped out and into my private parking lot. It was filled with luxurious cars lined up in rows and columns-each one spotless, polished, and expensive.

Is it Bentleys? Ferraris? Rolls-Royces? Just name them! They were all parked out here.

The thing I know how to do best apart from fucking Sarah is to select the right car for any occasion.

I skillfully walked around the lot, carefully adjusting my taste in order to pick a car that no other person will bring, except me.

I knew seventy five percent of the guests at my wedding would be billionaires, since I deal mostly with billionaires.

So I was a little bit picky, because I wanted to stand out.

I suddenly stopped beside a Matte-black Buggati Chiron, my fingers sliding over the smooth, polished surface.

"This!" I muttered beneath my breath.

That wasn't the most expensive car I owned, but today, it felt like the right one for today's ceremony.

I pressed the ignition and the car immediately roared to life and I zoomed off into the street.

While I drove to the venue, I played some music-thinking about the moment I'll finally get to see Sarah in her white gown.

I knew by now she'd be ready-probably nervous, anxious, or possibly, excited.

I bit the lower part of my lips just at the thought of Sarah in her white gown. I can't wait to have a perfect family with the woman of my dreams-Sarah.

The drive wasn't a long one, as I pulled into the venue, the guests were arriving already, the place was slowly getting filled up.

I immediately scanned the crowd-in search of Sarah, the only woman I want to see.

But I couldn't set my eyes on Sarah, I only saw guests in elegant clothes standing and sitting around either chatting, exchanging hugs and handshakes or judging others.

Something feels off the moment my gaze darted towards Lisa, she was alone, pacing around, her hand on her waist-looking frustrated.

Lisa was supposed to be with Sarah. Where the hell was Sarah?

I immediately stepped out of the car, adjusting the collar of my suit as I approached Lisa.

My tone was soft at first, though there was this uneasiness in my brow.

"Where's Sarah? Don't tell me she's still nagging over her dress." I questioned.

I noticed something weird about Lisa, though her expression was unreadable.

She crossed her arms below her breast, her stare wasn't one that depicted amusement.

"I should be asking you that," Lisa said flatly, almost crashing on me. "Your driver took her over an hour ago. She should've been here by now." she added.

I froze for a moment.

"My driver?" I asked confusingly-since I didn't ask any of my drivers to pick her up yet.

Lisa turned towards me to face me head on.

"Yes, your driver! The one you asked not to let me come into the car with her!" She said-aggressively speaking as if we'd something between us.

"Look, Lisa I'm sorry if you're mad at me about something, but trust me, I've no idea what you're talking about right now, so where the fuck is my fiance?" I asked, almost running out of patience.

Lisa gave me a confused look, then a sharp exhale.

"There's this guy, he claimed to be your driver, he said you sent him. He's tall, wore a corporate suit, he showed up at the hotel and said you asked him to take Sarah to the venue. Didn't you send him?" Lisa asked, she was just confused as I'm.

My mouth unconsciously dropped open.

My voice which was usually smooth and controlled, suddenly came out sharper and louder;

"The fuck, I didn't send anyone." I sparked with rage growing in me.

Who dares mess with me!

Why on earth will they choose to go for Sarah when they could simply come for me instead?

Lisa blinked, then realization settled on her face like a slap.

"Oh, shit!" Lisa exclaimed.

"Why the fuck did you let her go alone?" I lost control so I began acting aggressively towards Lisa.

"What are you talking about? You fucking asked your driver not to let me into the car." Lisa responded-she seemed just as annoyed too.

My expression instantly hardened, I didn't send any car to pick Sarah up, someone must have staged this.

"Look, I love Sarah as much as you do, okay? But I swear, I got into the car with her. But the driver stopped me, he claimed you gave him strict orders to take only Sarah." Lisa explained, her expression was packed with annoyance already.

My blood suddenly ran cold, so I took a step forward, my entire behavior shifting;

"And you didn't think that was suspicious?" I asked, my voice was dangerously low now.

Lisa frowned, looking across the hall to confirm if people were noticing our argument already;

"Of course I did! But it's a wedding for heaven's sake! I figured you might fucking have some weird-ass surprise plan for her" Lisa angrily explained.

Lisa was right about that, I'm the king of surprises, I always have a way of surprising Sarah with good things.

I couldn't listen to anything anymore, so I tossed out my phone from my breast pocket and began dialing numbers.

"Keep the guest entertained for a minute, I've a situation to deal with!" I said to my PA on the call, and without hesitating, he responded;

"Yes, boss!"

I ended the call with a smirk.

Then I shifted closer to Lisa.

"Since when did she leave?" I asked, my voice uncontrollably dead serious.

Lisa checked her wrist watch then she tossed her eyeballs up to the roof of her eyes-thinking, then she replied;

"Umm...I think it's been... almost two hours now. She should have been here a long time ago plus it was a fast ride."

"What...do you mean it was a fast ride?" I asked, my eyes piercing into Lisa's as if I will force the answers out of her as fast as possible.

"It was a luxurious black Bentley continental GT, with tinted windows." Lisa indicated and my heart immediately raced to one person-just one person, the only person that's capable of doing this.

"Fuck! You're dead" I muttered while I squeezed my phone into my palm.