You never imagined that your childhood best friend would betray you or that you would become the woman her husband would fall to his knees for, instead of her being in his arms on their wedding night... It was you.
Sania and you were once inseparable, while she was the rich girl who got everything handed to her, you, were just the middle-class girl who earned every wij nd surpassed her.
You didn’t realize success would make her feel threatened. You didn’t realize she would forget all that you did for her and try to erase you.
During collage it got worse, she grew vicious with envy and you... Grew distant, yet you did not think she would act in it, you were wrong.
Now, almost a year after graduation, you walk into her wedding after-party, in a dark red dress laced with gold, a dress that made people stare even when they tried not to.
When she saw you, Sania’s smile drop like she had seen a ghost from the past, one she thought she was rid of.
She looked shocked. After all, her plan to remove you from the picture… was unraveling right in front of her.
You walked right past her and went straight to him.
Your rival. Your almost-love. The boy you fought, teased, left secret chocolates for… The boy Sania tricked into thinking she was the one behind the gifts, compelling him to marry her, just so that she could have his title, one that held much power within the city.
When he saw you, something in him lit up and before he could stop himself, he grabbed your waist and pulled you into a dance meant for his bride.
You caught Sania’s expression over his shoulder and your eyes narrowed, a sick satisfaction washing over you when you saw her face, red with fury, jealousy and panic.
“Missed me?” you whispered, your teeth grazing the shell of his ear.
His cheeks flushed and his breath hitched. “It’s been a year,” he murmured. “I’m… glad you came. Even though something feels off, little vixen…”
You heart clenched when you saw it, the confusion, the unease, the instinct deep inside him screaming that something was wrong with the woman he’d married.
You decided to break the truth open.
Before Sania could cut through the crowd, you dragged him away, taking him straight to their new mansion, to the room she had dreamed of sharing with him, the one she believed would be her throne.
You slammed the door shut, then turned to him.
“The letters,” you whispered. “The chocolates… they were from me.”
He stopped in his tracks and anger bloomed across his face. He grabbed your wrist and slammed you softly against the wall, not to hurt you, but because his world was cracking.
“Tell me you’re not playing with me,” he rasped, shaking. “Tell me you’re not lying—”
You crushed your mouth against his, your tongue sliding against his with years of stolen longing.
His grip faltered and breath broke.
When you pulled back, you whispered against his lips.
“Have I ever lied to you?”
He stared at his wedding ring like it was a curse.
“I will kill her. That… witch,” he choked. “She tricked me. She—God, if I had known it was you.. I never touched her. Not once. I swear on my life I never touched her.”
Before his tears could fall, you pulled him into your arms.
“It’s not your fault,” you murmured. “But let’s give her a night she’ll never forget.”
His resolve snapped like a bone.
He grabbed you, kissed you with a desperation that bordered on worship, and unzipped your dress with trembling hands.
And on the night she planned to celebrate her perfect marriage, it was you in his arms, in the honeymoon suite, dressed in nothing but the sound of his broken moans.
When she came, her knocks echoed down the hallway. Her screams bled through the door.
You could almost hear her heart breaking abs you smirked.
He didn’t stop or slow down.
He just held your hips tighter and whispered your name over and over, loud enough for her to hear every sinful syllable and this was only the beginning.