Chapter 1 Lost Relationships

Veronica's POV

The room was beautified with different ornaments, and the bulb was bright. The bed has a pink cover. There I was in the middle of the bed, seated with deep thoughts pressing on my mind.

'Why is he not picking up his calls?' I thought in my head, rolling my eyes sideways. I tried reaching him again and again, but he wasn't picking up.

'What could be happening?' I panicked, knowing fully that I was about to be married.

I couldn't take it anymore. As I was about to drag myself out of the bed,

'Ash!' I groaned, being reminded of that accident. Although it wasn't a fatal one. But the pain still cut deep into me.

Even with the deep pain, I dragged myself from the bed, and I walked outside the room.

"Where are you going, Veronica?" My stepsister, Matilda, arched her eyebrows. Wanting to pry into my affairs as she always does.

That reminded me of the day I crawled into this house with my clothes stained with blood. I could see the dark smile on her face.

I hissed silently without giving ear to whatever she had in her mouth to say. I walked out of the house, took a ride, and headed for my boyfriend's house.

It took me only a few minutes to get there. Getting there, I knocked on the door several times, but no one responded.

'What could be happening?' I thought in my head, thinking he might not be at home. Instead of taking my leave, I didn't know what pushed me to press the door.

To my realisation, the door opened. The first thing I saw when I stepped inside was a lady's shoe.

"This shoe?" I mumbled inaudibly, picking it up and scrutinising it for a moment. It looks too familiar.

I dropped the shoe down only to see a woman's underwear lying on the ground. With just some steps in, I could see my man's trousers and pants on his blue couch.

'Could it be that Davis is cheating on me?' The moment I thought of that, I felt my heart tightening against my chest and the pain crept in.

'No, that's impossible.' I countered that thought, still trusting in my man, the love of my life.

Stepping closer to his room, I started hearing romantic sounds. With that sound getting into my ear as I closed the proximity, tears laced underneath my eyes.

Getting to his door, I didn't bother to knock, but I just opened up. Only to see my boyfriend cheating on me with the lady he introduced to me as his secretary.

"What the fuck?! Davis!!!" I called his name as I beheld the unbelievable. That my boyfriend would be cheating on me with his secretary, the one he termed ugly?

I couldn't believe my eyes as tears dropped down my cheek.

My voice startled him, and that made him stop his sexual action.

"Veronica, what the hell are you doing here?" His face hurtled with anger.

That question slapped me in the face. "Have you gone nuts? You are cheating on me, and you dare ask what I am doing here?" I bulged my eyes while I flexed my muscles.

"What do you expect? Your presence is unwanted. Get out of my house, Veronica. I don't have time for your yell." Davis snapped at me.

I stood transfixed on the spot. "Are you asking me out of your house because of this whore?" My eyes widened in anger.

And immediately, Davis hit me for the first time.

"AHH! You slapped me?" Pain ran through my face while I held my cheek tightly. Still in disbelief.

"Yes, and I will do it again if you don't get the hell out of here. How dare you call my wife-to-be a whore?"

His words angered me to an extent, and I turned to take my leave because I had enough. But I won't leave without wreaking havoc.

Looking at his television hung on the wall and a chair made of glass. I frankly picked up the chair and I went after the television.

"What are you doing, crazy woman? Are you nuts?" While he was still questioning, I hit the chair on the television screen. Shattering it into pieces.

Davis quickly got up to stop me. In anger, I slammed the chair on him. Without looking at any damage caused, I stepped out of the room.

"What have you done, Veronica? Davis is bleeding!" She echoed.

I wasn't concerned about anything coming from the whore damned lips. I closed the door behind me and I stepped out of the house. Getting into my car, I shut the door while tears ran down my eyes.

Memories of how our love started hit me deeply. With my face reddening from the constant tears, the ride started, taking me back to my house.

When I got to the middle of the road, my phone started ringing. When I checked, my best friend, Lydia, was on the line.

"Hello," my voice was vague, harsh, and pathetic.

"There is a party going on down the street. I want you to come join us right away." She expressed.

After getting the call from her, I got interested in going. At least, to ease my mind off what the climatic heartbreak had caused.

"Ride, take me to the party down the street." I notified him.

"Okay, ma'am."

Many minutes later, the ride stopped, and I stepped down from it. Cleaning the tears off my eyes like nothing happened, I went into the party with a heart wreck.

Without meeting with my friends, I approached the barman. "Give me a bottle of whisky, 40% undiluted alcohol." I requested.

The barman looked at me for a moment because I had a cherry face, which made me look young, before taking my order and bringing it to me.

Just when I was about to start drinking, I heard a male voice beside me, "Hey gorgeous, do you mind having me for the night?" His deep voice and the sensation of his breath called my attention.

His eyes were charming. And I was swept off my feet when I beheld his abs and broad chest. 'Fuck!' my head screamed while I gulped the alcohol I ordered.

I do not know the reason I wanted him badly for the night. I could feel my pussy getting wet underneath my pants at his admirable breath.

Not only that, the courage and audacity he had to approach me was stunning.

"Are you sure you can handle this body?" I asked with a seductive gaze.

"Say no more. I am going to eat you like a snack before drilling all your holes." He noted, licking the lower part of his lips.

I got seduced while my body started generating heat.

"You shouldn't do this, Veronica." My wolf tried to restrain me with her voice.

But I was adamant, letting my lust take control. I knew I was in a vulnerable state, but my eyes went blurry after taking several shots of the alcohol