My Billionaire Husband is the Devil's Advocate

Life is unscripted. What started in chaos might end up being the most beautiful experience ever, and what started out calmly, might blow up into pieces.

But that's life in general, not my wedding night which is tonight. This is supposed to be the best night of my life. Or isn't that what they said? That a woman's wedding night is the best night of her life. A night full of happiness and unforgettable memories.

But whatever I will feel tonight doesn't seem like happiness. Not when I am sitting on our bed, all alone, with my newly wedded husband nowhere to be found.

The cold night air breezes in from the large windows, chilling my bones, making me feel lonelier. Where he could have gone, I don't know. Why he decided that tonight of all nights is the best time to attend to that business, I don't understand.

He is supposed to be making love to me. Why aren't we currently on the sheets, entangled in each other's arms and kissing each other senseless? Where did he go?

The loud roar of laughter coming from the room down the hall filters into our room, triggering my loneliness to a dangerous level. I quickly bite my trembling lips so hard that I almost start tasting blood.

Tonight is supposed to be the best night of my life, not the worst, so I am not going to let the tears ruin my beautiful memories.

Deciding it's best if I take a walk outside on the cold night, I gather the long tail of my wedding dress and proceed out of the room and towards the hallway.

The silver lights lining the wide hallway shine so bright, illuminating every end of the space. Each step I take gets me closer to the room where the laughter has been coming from. Only that I can no longer hear that laughter anymore.

What fills the air as I stop in front of the door are loud moans being made by different voices. Not one or two, but three or even more.

Are they having a threesome? A clusterfuck?

Some of the remaining sadness lingering in my mind slips away, curiosity replacing it as I place my ear on the door for better audio. After all, what better way is there to chase away boredom than to listen to other people do what I am supposed to be doing.

The groans and moaning continue. It even seems like the two women involved are competing for who will sound better. Whoever the man is, he is hitting it at all the right angles, giving those two women the sexual gratification they desire.

"Come on, baby, it's time to give it to me. Show me what you got," the man says to the ladies.

One of them bursts into laughter. A laughter that sounds very familiar now that I am hearing it at a closer range.

The only person who I know that laughs that loud, with so much carefree, as if she has no other problems awaiting her, is Amanda, my best friend. I gasp when my thought goes to a new angle. Is she finally getting hit on by the man of her dreams?

A thrill of excitement runs down my spine at just the thought of that. Knowing how long she has blabbed about this mysterious guy fucking her, I am damn sure she will be having the time of her life.

But who could this mysterious man be, though? She never introduced him to me during the wedding reception. If he is here at the resort, that means he had definitely attended my wedding. Thinking about it, I didn't see her dancing with anyone.

An idea crosses my mind to go around and peep at them through the window. I discard that idea as quickly as possible because that would be invading her privacy. But knowing how carefree my best friend is, she wouldn't mind. In fact, Amanda will love for me to watch her riding her man.

I am still contemplating on whether to respect myself by simply walking away or to just fuck it and go look when I hear a voice that has my thoughts freezing.

"C'mon, come suck my dick. Who wants to go first?"

My heart skips a beat on realizing whose voice that belongs to.

"No... This can't be," I mutter to myself, "There is no way in hell..."

Without giving it a second thought, I flee through the hallway, running to circle through the back of the resort. Before my eyes could adjust to the dark outside, my feet have already collided with a rock, which has me struggling with my balance. My knees give up on me, and my body hits the floor hard.

"Arrghhh..." I yelp as the pain saturates through my body.

But that didn't stop me. Nothing can stop me from confirming what I just heard.

I struggle to try to get on my feet. When I notice that my dress tail is hooked on a rock, I use my last ounce of strength to pull it out. It didn't work. I try again, this time harder. Still not moving, I resort to tearing it out completely.

Finally getting up, I rush to the window where the worst thing that could happen to me is currently taking place.

I look through the window and the forbidden image crosses my line of sight. Tears start blurring my view a second later, just as my heart continues pounding in my chest, and I imagine for a second that it is going to explode.

"No ooooo...!!!" I scream.

Even though my view is blurry, I see them all pause on what they are doing.

Amanda, my best friend, is lying flat on her back, her face twisted in such a way that suggests that her orgasm is about to wash over her anytime now.

Matt, my husband, my supposed love of my life, is on top of Amanda, pounding the life out of her with his hardened dick.

"Isn't that Bella's voice?" I hear Amanda ask Matt.

He shrugs nonchalantly as a reply. Amanda turns to the third person in the room. That is when I notice who it is.

"That should be the little brat. Always whining like the bitch she is."

Lauren? My very own blood? She is the third party?

My breath starts coming out in short, rapid rasps. My knees feel useless when I try to move them but they remain rooted in a place.

Without another heart-breaking glance at them, I speed off. I begin running away from them, from the resort. I run like my life depends on it.

I don't know where I am running to. I don't care if there are more dangers ahead in the direction I am going. I just want to run. I want to escape from it all.

"Bella!"

The wind blows my name to my ears. Who is calling me? Who could it be?

"Bella, wait!"

Matt? Is he the one calling out my name? I risk some seconds to stop and turn, just to make sure it's him. Only to see him also chasing after me like I stole something from him.

"I dare you to stop there right now!" He screams at me.

Is he out of his freaking mind?

I turn to continue my race, further raising the remaining parts of my gown, just for it to give room to increasing my speed.

A car coming ahead speeds towards me, its headlights shining directly into my eyes, almost blinding me. That could have made me stop. But knowing that I don't have the courage to face what I am running away from, I continue running.

I would rather allow this car to kill me than go back to such betrayal.

My husband cheating on me with my best friend and sister, on our wedding night.

The driver, as if seeing me for the very first time, jabs his horn at me.

Unwavering at the warning, I dash head-on at his car. A second later, the force from the contact has my body flying in the air.

At that moment, I find my final peace, knowing that if I am going to die, I will die a satisfied girl. Not because I lived a happy life, but because I chose death myself.

A searing pain stretches all over me when my body lands with a thud on the floor. Death no where to be found. Just my head banging so loud and my blurry gaze seeing the shadow of the concerned driver.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The baritone of his voice alone reduces my unconsciousness.

"Bella!"

And hearing Matt's voice jolts me out of my unconsciousness completely.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" the driver persuades.

I look up at him, and seeing the way his brows are knitted in concern, I hold onto him tighter.

"Please, take me out of here." I mutter through my half parted lips.

"What?" More confusion residing on his face.

"Please, I beg you. Just take me out of here..."

"You want me to take you with me?" he asks after buckling me up in his passenger's seat.

Every part of my body is still roaring with pain from the hard impact after hitting the floor. The bang on my head seems to be increasing with each passing second, but I manage to bob it up and down in a nod.

"I don't even know you. How do you want me to take you with me when we don't know each other?"

I sigh inwardly. He is asking too many questions, none of which I have the strength nor the will to answer. All I want to do is turn my face to look out the window, then rest my head until some of the pain slips away. But then I remember that Matt is still out there screaming my name and searching for me like his life depends on it.

Scrunching my face to look even more pitiable than I already am, "Please... I am begging you... Just take me to where you are going."

He mutters a curse under his breath before starting his car engine, "Look, the least I can do for you is to take you to the closest hospital I can find. You look hurt. Getting medical attention is the best thing for you right now."

A peek from the side mirror reveals total blackness, but I can still hear the rustling of some leaves, as if someone is getting closer to us.

'It's the wind. It's definitely the wind.' I try to convince myself, hoping that it's not Matt and his desperate attempt to get his cheating claws on me.

When he starts driving off, I try to let out a sigh in relief, which hangs on my throat when I hear Matt's voice scream out my name again.

The man turns to face me, "What was that?"

I slightly raise my shoulder in a shrug, "I didn't hear anything."

"Bella!" Matt's voice thunders once more, sounding like it is almost near the car.

"Did you hear that now?" he asks.

I haven't fully made out his face, but I can see that his eyes are widened, either out of shock or fear.

"Seems like someone needs help or something."

He tries to turn off the car engine. On realizing this, I grab his hand, "Please don't. You can't go out there. What if it's a monster or something dangerous?"

The next thing I hear is a roar of laughter coming from him. The deep sound washes over me like a breath of fresh air. There is something about his voice that makes me calm.

"What are you? Sixteen?" he chuckles.

"Let's just go, please." I plead to him with everything in me.

He gives me one long last look before stepping on the acceleration pad and zooming off. The orange street lights lining up the driveway that leads out of the resort shine through the car, illuminating the car.

For the very first time, I made out what the stranger's face looks like. His chestnut brown hair ruffles in the wind, some of it brushing his forehead and the rest framing his breathtaking face.

Stunned, I stare back at him. Too drawn by the gorgeousness to look away. The sharp angular lines of his cheekbones, a straight blade of a nose and a firmly plump mouth. The intensity of his stormy gray eyes blows my mind away.

He must have felt my stare because he turns to look straight into my eyes, making me forget to breathe.

"Do you live in this town?" he queries.

His question kicks me off my la la land and back to reality. I swallow hard, my gaze dropping to my fidgeting hands. How do I tell this stranger that I had just gotten married not up to twelve hours ago? How do I explain that I am supposed to be in my husband's arms, making love to him?

But here I am, escaping from that same man. That monster who chose to shatter my heart into pieces on the happiest night of my life.

I flip my head to a no. When I look up to observe his reaction, I see that he is already flipping through the radio, probably trying to find a music channel that will drown away the boredom.

We have left the resort, speeding towards the road that leads to the city. Sighing softly, I relax further and allow my gaze to blend into the night view.

I still can't believe what I witnessed back at the resort. How did it happen? My husband, my best friend and my sister? Whose idea was it to do such a thing to me? Was it all planned out? Or did it happen as an accident?

My breathing starts coming in short rasps just thinking about it.

The fact that Matt just made a vow to me a few hours ago then turned around to do the exact opposite of his vows tightens my chest in a way too painful to endure.

"Ohh, good. I think I see a hospital down the road. Let's go there and check you in."

His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I didn't realize that I was crying until one tear drops on my arm. I quickly clean it up, drying up my face as well. The last thing I need is the stranger questioning my emotions.

"You don't need to stop. I'm fine, alright." I mutter.

His eyes leave the road to shoot me a quick glance.

"You sure you know what you're saying? I hit you with my car. You summersaulted in the air before landing hard on the ground. I'm quite sure there are a lot of broken bones in your soft body."

He shoots me another careful look, but unlike the previous one, his eyes stay on my body this time around.

I find my body shuddering in self awareness when I see his brows knit in a frown.

"Is that a wedding gown you are putting on?"

I gasp. My hands quickly wrap around my body as if to cover it up. In response to my awkward reaction, one of his knitted brows arches up questioningly at me.

"I'm... errmmm," I start, even though I don't know how to explain the crazy turn of events in my life.

"Who are you?" he blurts out.

The car starts slowing down.

"Are you a ghost?" he continues, shifting further away from me.

"Of course not! I'm real! You carried me, remember?"

"Then tell me who you are. Why were you running along that lonely road? Why did you jump right in front of my car? Why are you refusing to go to the hospital?"

He is still asking too many questions. Why can't he just shut up and drive until we get to his destination?

"Today was my wedding." I blurt out amidst tears.

"Then why are you... Wait, what's your name again?"

Yet another question. Is he a lawyer or something?

I swallow hard and tell him, "You never asked for my name before."

"Then tell me your name."

Telling him my name, especially my full name, would mean risking him helping me. Even if he doesn't know me personally, if he lives in this city, then he would definitely recognize who I am.

"I just want to... I just want to rest, okay? Enough of the too many questions."

His eyes narrow suspiciously, "You refused to go to the hospital, now you won't even tell me your name?"

He speeds up the car. Instead of heading to the hospital like he was initially planning, he switches intersections.

"Wh–where are we going?"

My frightened gaze goes to his hand holding the steering wheel. The way the veins in his hands are popping out has me distracted and salivating. For a split second, I imagined that hand wrapping around my throat and almost choking me until I tell him everything he wants to know.

"Unlike you who is refusing to say anything, I'm gonna tell you straight up. We are going to the cops. I'm damn sure they can get everything out of you."

Realizing that he is about to make everything worse, my gaze widens at the thought of the cops calling my father to report to him about me being in the police station, instead of with Matt. What am I going to say to him?

"Be–Bella. M–my name is Bella Vanderblib."

"You're the..." he swallows his remaining words, squinting his eyes as he focuses on the road. He switches lanes yet again.

"Where are we going now?"

"Home."

I jolt up from my relaxed position on the seat, a thundering pain stretching down below my back which I ignored, "What!? Please don't take me back home. I don't want to go there. Just drop me right here. I can find my way from-"

"You said you wanted to come home with me, right?"

I nod at him.

"Then my home is where we are going. Mi casa es su casa."

The rest of the journey continues in tense silence. I can't help but start wondering what changed his mind. Why did he go from refusing to consider me to offering to help me?

A searing pain wakes me up the next day. As my eyes blink open, the blurry view of the sunlight meets my gaze. I stretch my arms, allowing the golden rays of the sun and its warmth to wash over my skin.

On looking around, I realize that the bed I am lying in doesn't feel familiar. Neither does the room. That makes me sit up, my back relaxing on the headboard.

Where am I? How did I get here? I wonder, still looking around the room and searching for a clue. My gaze goes over the floor-to-ceiling window, and I gasp on seeing the view beneath it.

I try to climb out of the bed to go admire the magnificent view, but that is when the memories from last night begin pouring in. Each comes with a stab of pain, twisting deep into my chest.

"Matt..." I mutter as tears start forming in my eyes. Many hours have passed, but I still can't believe he betrayed me like this.

"Amanda... Lauren..." I continue, the weight on my chest shutting off the tears. I suck in a deep breath, only then did I get the courage to try and forget.

So I get my feet off the bed and try to climb down. My legs make a crackling sound before I end up landing on the floor with my butt.

A flash from the accident scene crosses my mind. Gasping I look down at my legs again, a thought replacing the accident scene in my mind.

What if I can no longer walk? I shut my eyes, gingerly trying to remember if I had found my way to the stranger's car or if he had carried me to it.

A shudder runs down my spine on realizing that he did actually scoop me up from the ground where I had fallen. The last thing I remember from last night is him agreeing to help me after I told him about my family.

I fell asleep after that. My gaze goes back to my feet, and I stare at them with wide eyes. My heart begins pounding hard on my chest as the possibility of having been crippled by the accident resonates in my mind.

'I should have just allowed him to take me to the hospital. I should have...' I thought.

Shutting my eyes tight, I pinch my leg with my finger.

When I feel the pain spread on my leg, I sigh in relief. I might be heartbroken, but at least I'm not crippled too.

I try getting up again, this time slowly. I head to the door, and on opening it, I hear some voices whispering at a far distance.

The hallway that leads to the staircase is long and lined with different pieces of breathtaking artworks. I admire each one as I walk past them. On reaching the staircase, my breath catches. Wow, just wow.

I suck in a deep breath as I take one step after the other. Everything in the living room is decorated in duo-chromatic colours of white and gold.

"Do you think she's one of his girls?" I hear a voice ask as I approach the kitchen area.

Another woman with an older voice replies, "I doubt it. He would have kept her in one of the rooms downstairs. Maybe a family friend or something, or didn't you see the way he was carrying her?"

My brows furrow as I listen more to their conversation. It looks like the Mr. Stranger that saved me last night is popular among the girls. He gets lots of them to visit him and wastes no time in dropping them off after getting what he wants. He sounds like the typical city bad boy to me.

"C'mon! Put on the television. They're showing something important!" a third voice announces as she joins them in the kitchen.

"What is it?"

"It's about Sir Jameson's latest girl. I saw her on the news."

My heart skips a beat on realizing that she is referring to me. What news? What could she be talking about? My first instinct is to rush into the kitchen to see what it is, but on second thought, I retrace my steps. Deciding it's best if I wait to hear whatever they have to say about the news.

The TV comes on, and a second later, I hear the three of them gasp in unison. That makes me rush into the kitchen as I can no longer bear the suspense.

Their widened gaze turns to acknowledge my presence.

"She is the one!" one of them exclaims.

"Did you run out of your husband's house?" the other one asks.

"But of course she did. She is a fugitive. Look what the news title says."

My gaze goes to the TV screen. I blink back on seeing, 'Bella becomes a runaway bride after fleeing on their wedding night'

My eyes remain on the TV screen, even though my thoughts are now running in a thousand different directions. How did my disappearance get to the news? Who told them? Was it Matt?

My jaw begins clenching at the thought of Matt going straight to those damn journalists to report me missing, after having a hand in it in the first place. What does he take me for? A lifeless baby doll without emotions that he can throw around however he wants?

I listen more to the news, even though I am no longer paying attention to it. What will Mom think about this? Would she act her usual nonchalant self, or would she be worried about my whereabouts?

And Dad...

My heart skips a beat on imagining what his reaction will be like when Matt discloses the news to him. As long as he is concerned, his business empire comes first before anything else. Including us, his daughters.

I place a hand on my throbbing chest and squeeze it a little in an attempt to calm myself down. Dad won't be happy with the news. That, I know for sure. In fact, he would be mad about it. And if Matt threatens to pull out of the contract he signed with Vanderblibs Group, Dad is going to tear me into pieces the very next minute he sets his eyes on me.

The thought of knowing I am alone in all this runs another shiver down my spine.

"Miss? Are you alright?" the older woman asks on getting in front of me. The way her brows are furrowed in concern tells a lot about how I look.

I nod at her.

"No you don't! You look pale! Come sit down right here." She takes my hand and gently pulls me to sit on one of the long stools in the kitchen island.

"Let me get you something to drink. Water or coffee?"

The mention of coffee makes my stomach growl, reminding me that I haven't had anything tangible to eat since yesterday.

She rushes off, and the next minute, she returns with a glass of water.

"Looks like you haven't eaten anything in a while. Drink this while I fix you something to eat."

I grab the glass and finish the water in one drink. Right from the corners of my eyes, I can see the two girls still watching me with a suspicious gleam in their eyes.

Not knowing what else to do, I bend my head on the kitchen island, hoping that whatever the kind woman is making for me will hold me down until I make my next decision.

Just then, I hear a familiar voice on the TV, which makes me raise my head right back up.

"Lauren?" I mutter.

Her emerald green eyes which are just a shade lighter than mine, shine with fake concern as she speaks about my disappearance.

"One minute we were all right there in the reception hall toasting with her and wishing her marital bliss. The next minute, we can't find my little sister anywhere."

My heart further twists at the blatant lies. How could she keep such a straight face and lie without blinking? After what she did to me just a few hours ago.

The interviewer asks her something and she goes on blabbing about how secretive I had been as a child, and how I was a bit strange throughout the wedding preparation.

Fresh tears begin clouding my eyes on realizing where she is going with the lies. It's one thing to betray your very own blood. But it's another thing not to feel remorseful about it.

I hold onto the glass cup with all my might just as the memories of last night flood into my mind, blocking out everything else she is blabbing about.

"You're gonna see the other side of me, Lauren. I won't let you get away with this. Each and every single one of you will pay for all the pains you have caused me..."

The glass cup shatters in my hand, a perfect representation of how broken my heart has been since last night.