Revenge of the Billionaires Betrayed Bride

Fidelia opened the door of her fiancé's house and walked inside.

The next thing she heard was the sound of laughter and moans coming from a certain direction.

She listened to the sound and kept following as it became louder.

She couldn't believe what she heard.

Why am I hearing a familiar voice... is that not the sound of...

She walked through the hallway in her wedding gown, sweeping the floor. It was her bride's dress and she wanted to show him how sexy she looked in it.

Fidelia and Silas were going to get married the next morning. She knew she wasn't supposed to see him, but she just wanted to show him before going home.

She walked slowly toward the bedroom and saw the door wasn't even shut.

She could see clothes and underwear on the floor, even a white sheet, and her heart kept beating fast.

When she opened the door, she felt pain in her chest, looking at what she saw.

Fidelia couldn't move. Tears instantly formed in her eyes as she was about to break down.

No, no, this can't be happening. It shouldn't be Silas and Bridget... please, not them. But the truth was bitter. It was them.

Her stepsister Bridget and her fiancé were on the bed. They were having sex right in front of her.

"Ah... harder... fuck me!" They weren't even being soft. Bridget was moaning his name, and he was driving into her fast with intense pleasure.

"Silas... I'm coming!" And her Silas was spanking her, moving in a steady rhythm.

She couldn't hold it anymore. The tears dropped as she gasped, covering her mouth. It was too much for her to handle.

Her phone dropped from her hand, and that was when they noticed someone was in the room.

In shock, Silas and Bridget turned and saw her standing there as tears flowed down her cheeks.

'No. It can't be. He wouldn't. Not the night before our wedding.' Fidelia tried convincing herself, yet she was witnessing it.

Her stepsister was naked, and so was her fiancé.

Silas stood up, trying to move closer to her.

Bridget didn't even flinch. She stretched lazily across the bed, lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile.

"Oh. You're early."

Fuck, I was about to come. That was the only worry she had.

"Come on, she'll be fine," Bridget said, trying to stop him from going after Fidelia. She knew her stepsis. She was weak, and she actually didn't care.

Silas and Fidelia were still going to marry tomorrow-except Fidelia wanted a miserable life.

But Fidelia had already stormed out, dragging her gown and picking up her phone as she rushed out of the house.

She was shedding tears in intense pain. She felt betrayed, played, and used. How could her stepsister and her fiancé have sex with each other?

They had been dating, and yet she was the one getting married to him. Memories of Silas and Bridget laughing, hugging, and always being together flashed in her head.

She even remembered the day of his birthday when she came to Silas's house and saw her sister there with his clothes on and a cake on the table.

The cake in her own hand almost fell right off, but she endured and asked what was going on. Then they explained that she was getting her brother-in-law a birthday gift and her clothes got stained by the cake so she changed into his.

That was all a lie. How could she have believed it?

Fidelia was already in her car, searching for her keys in her bag. She couldn't find them. When she finally did, her hands were shaking as she tried to put the key in the hole.

When she finally managed, Silas caught up with her and held her hands.

"Babe, I can explain," Silas said, trying to find words but none came out.

The one excuse she had always seen in movies when the other person cheated. Now she heard it herself.

"Explain what, Silas? Go on, explain how you are banging my sister!" Fidelia said, annoyed as she tried her best to stop the tears from falling.

"Babe, listen-this doesn't change anything. We're still getting married. You still love me, don't you?" He stepped closer, voice soft, almost tender. "Don't throw away everything we've built over one mistake."

"Alright, I'm sorry. It was a mistake," he said, trying to calm her down, but his intentions weren't pure.

"You can't tell anyone about this. Let's sort it out and proceed with the marriage tomorrow."

What? Fidelia wanted to scream that sentence, but her mouth couldn't utter a word due to the shock.

"We still need to proceed with signing the papers and transfers of shares. You know how much I really need it... don't ruin this for us."

"Us? Oh my God, I can't believe this. So this is what you care about?" she finally spoke.