The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Cry

“THE BRIDE AND THE GROOM ARE MAKING THEIR ENTRANCE!” The emcee’s voice shouted and only the applause of the people remained in my ears.

The lady dressed like me emerged from behind a lengthy curtain as if to give the impression that she was the more bride-to-be. She was clutching Andrius’ arm while holding a bouquet. Andrius wore a tie bow with his hair well-coiffed. It was formal, and not a single hair was visible. I didn’t learn to talk until the man next to me did.

“They look so good together,” he said as he took out a camera from somewhere and shot a photo of the two people who were already on stage. Andrius’ smile was genuine. He didn’t give me that same smile he gave to the same woman while they were inside the restaurant.

I watched as he smiled and looked at the woman holding the white roses that perfectly matched what she was wearing. I wanted to tear my clothes, as I suddenly felt like I was blank. My heart seemed numb. It was as if it had been stabbed repeatedly until I lost blood on purpose.

“Yeah,” I answer while not in myself and not taking my eyes off them. “They look good together.”

As the photos are captured, the cameras light up one after the other. The woman’s happiness is reflected in her smiles. It felt as though I were a stumbling block to Andrius’ personality. I keep asking myself, “Who am I in Andrius’ life?” I’ve asked myself this question countless times, but I can’t come up with a negative response.

What is the state of our relationship? Is there a connection? He brought out his ring as the audience applauded. When he placed it on, my tears began to pour without me being aware of it.

“Andrius Easton, are you willing to be with Beatrice Scott for the rest of your life?” I could see him looking at me. Suddenly, his expression changed. We both avoided looking at each other.

I thought it was just an engagement party? Why does it seem like a wedding is already happening?

“I do.”

Because I couldn’t take it anymore. I went away and I couldn’t say goodbye to the man I was with at the time. My heart simply couldn’t handle it any longer. Even though I had control over it a few times, it eventually gave up. Nobody seemed to notice my exit. I had no idea Andrius had seen me go. I dashed to the spot. I’ll be where no one can see me. No one can hurt me here.... even though I know someone will still see me and I will continue to be punished by the world.

Eventually, I still went back to where the plane had landed earlier. It was connected to the building, so I had no trouble finding it. I don’t know where I’m going to sit. Finally, I just sat on the floor even though my dress would get dirty. I could do nothing but just like this. I did not avoid the mosquitoes that bit me; I hid in the dark and shed my tears.

I was just thinking that even if I could be alone for a while, however, someone suddenly sat next to me. Because I was on my knees, I didn’t look at who it was. I just kept sobbing until I saw a handkerchief laid out for me.

“I should use that, but it looks like you need it more.” I immediately recognized that voice, so I quickly took the handkerchief and released the cold that had hit my nose. I heard his loud laugh before he touched my back and then caressed it as if he was comforting me.

I didn’t know how, but I calmed down. I used to think that only Andrius could calm me down.

“Doesn’t it hurt? Seeing the person you love exchange rings in front of a large crowd. There is more than one witness, many eyes, therefore you can’t escape getting wounded more since that is what will imprint on the minds of many people.” I raised my attention to him when he uttered the words out of nowhere. I mean, that makes sense because it applies to my situation, but I’m curious why he stated that.

As he sat, he gazed into the distance.

“That woman is a childhood friend of mine. In my return, I thought, waiting was finally done. The more I waited for her, the better my chances of winning her were. But I was mistaken.” He trembled, and I was taken aback as he rested his head on my shoulder. “I was the one who was surprised because when I got off the plane, I just found out that the person I want is close to marrying someone else.”

“But what else can we do?” he said, still not removing his head from leaning. “Accept that they are content where they are.”

I instantly understood what he had said. Is it only me who is becoming selfish? Maybe Andrius just feels I’m his responsibility, that he can’t leave me, and that he could not throw me away. It’s difficult to imagine the term “throw.”

“So, you wipe away your cold and your ugly cry!” he said. I’m simply paying attention, don’t you think? Why does he laugh so much? He got up and helped himself up after removing his lean on me. I didn’t get up and let him walk away, but I did yell before he go.

“It’s not bad to cry when it hurts! Even if you go through that with laughter, the pain will not go away!” I winked at him to cheer him up, but he just smiled with pain at me. Before he finally left, he spoke. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Stand there, your fetch is here.”