Billonaire's Poisonous Love

Alexis POV

"Hello, Alexis. I can't believe my eyes. At the moment, your fiancé is getting married to another woman at the royal garden you so much adore. Come right now to see for yourself." Lucy, a close friend of mine, said this to me over the phone.

My brain shut dead and my heart panted with disbelief. 'My soon-to-be husband is tying the knot with another woman? That must certainly be a joke.' Although I was in disbelief, fear gripped my heart, and I couldn't just stay put in my one-room apartment.

With my tight, black gown getting in the way of my speed, my leg twisted, and I tripped, hitting my right arm against the wall.

'Arsh!' I groaned in pain as I managed to hold myself up without falling. Balancing myself, I rushed out of my room with haste without minding the present pain I felt in my arm.

Getting to the road, I stopped a yellow taxi, and it conveyed me until I got to the junction of the royal garden. Stepping out of the taxi, I paid the driver while I paced actively to behold what I just heard over the phone.

The royal garden had a big golden gate, and in front of it were two security men actively working to protect those that were inside the royal garden.

I didn't mind and wanted to walk through the gate without their permission.

"Where is your gate pass, ma'am?" One of the security men in a black suit asked me.

My eyes glinted cold. "a gate pass? I don't have one." I responded coldly.

"I am sorry, ma'am, but there is no way you can go inside without the pass." He spoke with a firm voice.

That only triggered my anger. "I don't need your fucking gate pass to get in." Speaking harshly, I angrily went through their midst with all the strength in me. Even though they were trying to stop me, I managed to open the gate, and I stepped inside.

Before me was a properly arranged white wedding event while the groom and the bride stood in the front of the altar, ready to be joined together.

My heart twisted in pain not only for the betrayal from my fiancé but also for the choice of the person he chose to get married to.

'Veronica, my stepsister?!' I muttered while my eyes widened as the betrayal settled in. The grip of the security men knotted my skin, which made me feel unbearable pain, and I reacted with irritation. "Leave me already! I need to face that whore that snatched my man." My eyes brimmed with anger, and my voice echoed throughout the garden.

"Huh!" The crowd seated to witness the conjugal bliss echoed with shock, and they started murmuring one to another.

Some of the people took out their phones to record what was happening.

Even though I was an introvert, I didn't feel shy in the presence of the crowd.

The security men loosened their grip on me when my supposed fiancé, Alexander, waved at them.

I walked briskly to the front of the altar and I ditched a thunderous slap on the face of the billionaire, Alexander, for the betrayal.

But the slap was returned almost at the same time by my stepsister, Veronica. "How dare you lay your filthy hand on my wealthy husband?! Are you courting death?" She snapped fiercely.

My face gleamed with pain while I laid my hand on where I had just been fiercely slapped. My eyes fixated on my supposed fiancé, and all I could see was a mocking smirk on his face.

Tears laced underneath my eyeballs while I opened my mouth to speak. "Did I just hear you call him your husband? A man you once hated to the bone?" "Have you forgotten that you told me you would rather be single than date a man like him? You are my sister, Veronica, and I did not expect this from you."

She shot a deadly glare at me. "I am not your sister, Alexis. And for your information, you trusted the wrong person. Now that I am married to him, there is nothing you can do about it." She spoke without remorse.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist in anger.

"Enough of your nuance display, Alexis. Get yourself out of here and let me have my wedding with Veronica in peace." He spoke without considering my emotions, and my heart shredded apart.

I glared at his eyes with disgust while Veronica looked at me with a mocking glare. I turned to take my leave while a lot of thoughts ran through my heart.

Memories of how close I was with Veronica crossed my mind. I trusted Veronica with everything, and this was how she would repay me.

My supposed soon-to-be husband made me regret the day I met him while I reminisced about the sacrifice I made to ensure our relationship was in place.

I rushed out of the royal garden, and by the time I got home, I didn't get myself.

When the night came, I had to leave my house just to free myself from what I was passing through.

For the first time in my life, I visited a club. Before me were dazzling bulbs, with serene music and some people dancing to the tone of the song.

But that wasn't my problem; I went to the bar and got myself a bottle of vodka. I didn't hesitate to take more than one shot, and the rest was history.

The next day.

I opened my eyes only for me to see myself in a different room. "Where am I?" Asking that question, I gazed leftwards, and my eyes met with a man in his 30s.

My heart fled for a moment as I let out a loud scream. "Arh!" while I raised my hand to beat him.

But he caught my hand halfway before it could meet his skin. Even though his eyes were charming and seductive, he shot a deadly glare at me. "Wait! Are you trying to hit this delicate skin with these filthy hands?" He smirked in irritation. "Just a scratch from you, and I bet you will have to literally sell yourself to pay for damaging my skin."

Alexis POV

"So much pride for damaged skin! Who the hell is this?" I mumbled underneath my voice with a disgusting smirk on my face.

"What did you say?" He asked in a sexy, but harsh and cold voice while he raised his left eyebrow.

I shot a deadly glare at him with the dislike that muddled my heart. "Nothing." I wiggled my head negatively.

"Better for you!" He echoed before he decided to take a step down from the bed. The duvet that covered his body gently unwrapped, and by the time he stepped down, he was naked.

I shut my eyes at once. "What the hell is this? Cover yourself already!" I echoed. But he smirked, taking a walk into his bathroom without saying anything further.

"Who in God's name is this? And why am I here?" Asking myself that question audibly, I half-opened my eyes to see if he was gone. Then, a shocking realisation hit me. 'If he is naked. Does that mean...?' My eyes widened as I looked into the duvet that covered my body.

'Fuck! Did this pervert take advantage of me?' I tried to remember what happened after I took the alcohol. Unfortunately, the images in my head were blurred. But I knew that I had my clothes on. Just before that thought settled in, beside the bed that I lay on were my clothes and my heels.

'This pervert took my clothes off by himself! Ugh!' I rested my head on my hand in embarrassment.

He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist.

"Fuck!" I mumbled while I managed to catch my breath with the sexy body that was before me. Six-pack abs, properly lined on his stomach, he had a broad chest and a handsome face to top it off. But I refuse to be swayed.

"You bloody pervert! How dare you take advantage of a beautiful drunk lady!" Disgust lay underneath my breath.

He scoffed nonchalantly while he opened one of his wardrobes to pick up his clothes.

I quickly get a hold of my clothing. While still covered in the duvet, I started putting my clothes back on, but he turned, staring at me.

"What are you staring at, you pervert?!" My grip tightened on the duvet to cover myself properly.

"You will need this." He threw something at me, and to my surprise, it was my pants.

"What in God's name were you doing with my pants?! And how did I get here in the first place?" My voice was loud and harsh.

"You signed yourself to me last night." He said coldly.

But I couldn't wrap my head around those words from his lips. "What the hell are you saying?" I flexed my muscles.

After he had worn his trousers, he picked a document from his bedside drawer and threw it at me. "You were so drunk yesterday. That document is a recap of what happened to you last night." He said.

My eyes gleamed with surprise. 'What has this alcohol made me do?' Regret lay in my heart while I picked up the document and opened it. I removed the A4 paper that was inside, and on the heading, I read, 'A whore contract.'

My eyes bulged with shock after I read through the whole document. "What?! A whore contract between Hayes and me? That's impossible." On the left corner of the paper was my father's signature. "My father was aware of this?" I spoke aloud, indistinctly.

"Fully aware, Alexis."

"But why will he do this to me?"

"You were the barrier between the deal. He gave you up to get more money." Hayes said while he sprayed some cologne to grace his attire.

"What?! Why will my father do such a thing? I know he is greedy, but this picture you are painting, I don't believe it." I spoke defensively.

But he picked up his phone and threw it at me. "The first number on the dial pad is your father's; call him to confirm." He spoke without being disturbed while he combed his hair.

'This has not to be true.' I mumbled under my breath as I picked up his phone and dialled my father's number, waiting for him to pick up the call.

After some minutes, he picked up. "Hello, Mr. Hayes. I believe you enjoyed my daughter overnight. I told you she would be perfect for the deal."

Hearing that from my father, my heart shredded my heart apart, and the phone fell out of my hand. My mouth trembled while tears freely came out of my eyes.

"Hello, hello, hello, Mr. Hayes." His voice echoed through the phone. But I was irritated and had to end the call.

"Keep this room in good order and make sure you are on your best behaviour. I am off to work." Hayes said without an iota of concern for my present situation. He walked out of the room.

I was left alone in shambles to face the dreadful horror of my present. Memories of what happened yesterday before I got drunk rushed into my head, and I could feel there was a hole in my heart.

Then, what happened presently impacted my heart, and I felt miserably unloved by everyone. 'I can't continue to live this life.' Tears continuously flowed down my eyes before I spotted the table knife that was on the bedside drawer.

I picked it up and stared at it for a long time. 'My fiancé abandoned me, my stepsister betrayed me, and my own father signed me out as a whore.'

I brought the knife closer, ready to say goodbye to this world.

Alexis POV

Everything that happened came into my head like a flash of lightning. But something puzzled me: how did my father figure out my location? How did my father know I would be drunk? Why did it have to be that night?

The question trailed off in my head without getting an answer. I lifted up the knife to plunge it into my stomach.

The door was opened. As my eyes swirled, they met with Hayes's, who shot a terrifying glare at me.

"What are you doing?" He spoke fiercely.

I froze at his sight. He collected the knife from me on impact. Darting it sideways, he slapped me fiercely on the cheek.

"Are you crazy? You wanted to commit suicide in my room using my knife! Are you going nuts?" His eyes brimmed with anger while he issued fierce words.

My heart ached while I gazed into his eyes and laid my right hand on my cheek, feeling the pain due to the impact of his hand.

At the blink of my eyes, tears freely flowed out. I lowered my head, but he held it up firmly, gazing into my soul through my eyes as he squeezed my chin.

I felt pain run through my jawline. "You are hurting me. Leave my chin alone." I spoke with pains laced underneath my voice.

But he gave me another terrifying slap, heavier than the first. On impact, I tried to get myself out of his grip, but it tightened more.

"This is hurting you, huh? What you were about to do before I entered will be hurting more than this. How do you plan to endure the pain when you can't endure this slight torture?" Hayes' eyes bulged with anger as he spoke intensely.

His words had an impact on my heart, and I regretted my actions, embracing that it will be more hurtful to stab myself. "I am sorry. I do not know what else I am doing in this world. I am better off as a dead woman." My eyes gleaned thin as tears flowed down.

He loosened his grip, and he picked up his phone that lay beside me. As he turned to take his leave, he said, "Get yourself together." And he walked out of the room, leaving the knife to lay on the ground.

I watched the knife from where I was seated while grief took a toll on me.

Just after a few minutes, the door was opened and a lady dressed in rusty attire walked inside the room. I could tell she was Hayes's maid.

He stared at me with a disgusting gaze before she packed the dirty plates, including the knife, and she took her leave.

After a few more minutes, the door was forced open, and in front of it was an elegant woman in her late twenties. She was dressed in a black mini skirt and a jumper top. She was as hot as fuck.

She arched one of her eyebrows after she drew close. "So, it's true." She laughed sarcastically.

I kept my gaze on her, asking myself, 'Who is this crazy woman? And what did she mean by her statement?'

"On your feet, whore!" She spoke terrifyingly. But I wasn't moved a bit.

'Is this one insane? Why will she come here to command me?' I gave her a disgusting glare.

But she became angry and violent, pulling me up by my hair. Pain ran from the crown of my head down to my feet.

"Are you mad?" I slapped her face immediately those words came out of my lips.

But she returned the slap almost at the same time. "You must be the mad one. What are you doing on the bed of my one and only beloved husband?!" She widened her eyes and flexed her muscles.

I was taken aback by that statement. "Hayes is married?" Confusion set in between my eyes while those words left my lips.

"You even have the guts to call him by his name. Have you no respect for elders?"

'But why did he have that agreement if he was married?' Questions bottled in my mind.

"Anyways, I came to warn you to stay away from him. If I ever see you near or anywhere close to my man, you will regret the day you were born. Do you understand?" She spoke fiercely.

"Okay." I responded. After that response, she pushed me with the strength in her, making me fall on the bed. She turned immediately and took her leave.

I took a deep sigh.

Many hours later, Hayes returned.

"Why did you sign the contract when you knew you had a wife?" I stood up to him, flexing my muscles.

The look on his face was cold. "What are you talking about?" He wore a confusing gaze.

"Oh, you think I won't find out, right? Well, your wife came here to give me a warning to stay away from you. I think it's time you cancel the contract you had with my father." I spoke fiercely.

"I don't have a wife, Alexis, and if you are thinking that I will cancel the contract because of this, you are just a fool. Who is this person that came to threaten you?" He asked.

I felt irritated by his constant denial of his wife. "A lady dressed in a jumper top and a mini skirt. I don't know her name in case you want to ask." I looked sideways, hardening my face.

"Oh, that... She is just a whore like you are trying to protect her territory." He responded casually as if it was nothing, and he pushed me out of his way, unbuttoning his shirt.

'Whore' That name he called broke me even more, knowing how decent I am. Tears curled up in my eyes while I blamed my father for putting me in this position.

Hayes POV

While I unbuttoned my shirt, I thought, 'What guts does a mere whore like her have to come into my room? She will be punished for that.' I was furious, and I continued dwelling in my thoughts.

'How did she know that Alexis was here, by the way? Despite my warnings to my workers, one of them has the guts to call that whore.' I had that thought buried within my heart, and I vowed to do something about it.