Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Don't Leave Me, Mate
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine
Requiem of A Broken Heart
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
BRITNEY'S POV
"I'll be quick Daisy, you know how.." I stopped as she gave me a side eye, "I missed him so much!" I said to her as I looked at the huge hotel in front of us.
"Okay girl, you know where to find me girl, call me when you need me." Daisy said to me before walking away. She was definitely heading for a drink. What a stubborn friend. Anyway. I wasted no time and quickly got into the hotel. I got to room 206, the hotel room I was supposed to meet him. Marcus, my mate, and one true love. I rang the doorbell, smiling widely as every nerve in my body pinged in raw anticipation.
The door opened, but what I saw wasn't what I was expecting.
"Can I help you?" The sweet feminine voice spoke. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting the white robe she had on.
I stood there, staring at her in confusion.. Did I miss rooms? This is probably the wrong room.
"Sorry uhm...I think I got the wrong room." These words had barely left my lips when I heard a familiar voice from inside the room.
"Baby, what's going on? Is that room service?" A deep voice echoed from inside the hotel room.
"Marcus?" I subconsciously stuttered.
"Britney."
My gut twisted at the sight before me. He stood there staring at me, I looked back at the lady, wondering what on earth she was doing here.
"Marcus, what's going on? Who's this?" I asked, refusing to believe what my mind was telling me.
"What do you mean by that? I'm his girlfriend. The question should be, who ARE you?" The lady said even before Marcus could speak.
Girlfriend? Did she say girlfriend?. I burst into laughter, my head was in absolute chaos but I was laughing.
"No Marcus, what is going on? Who is she and what is she doing here?" I asked him for the second time, hoping to get a reply that suits my expectation.
I stared straight at his eyes, trying to find answers. I watched his eyes as they darkened, his brows furrowed in a twist of what seemed like anger.
"This is Tianna, she's my girlfriend," he finally spoke, without an ounce of hesitation or guilt.
I felt an undiluted pinch in my heart. "What does that mean?" I scoffed. "Marcus our mating ceremony is in two fucking days, what do you mean by she's your girlfriend?"
I forced a smile and tried to reason with him, "Enough Britney, enough!" His voice thundered. That came as a shock, Marcus has never raised his voice at me before.
"Just because I pity you doesn't mean I love you, I only saved you from those people who bullied you. You didn't actually think I was going to mate with you right?" He asked me, his eyes wide like a maniac. I could clearly see the betrayal in his eyes.
Before I could give an answer, his laugh broke the silence. "Bri, its over between us" He said with a stern gaze, his voice was cold and void of any emotion.
"What's the meaning of this?" The question came out shakily, my world was crumbling before my eves, I didn't want to believe anything he just said.
"What he meant was, he can't be mated to a filthy omega like you" the lady spoke.
A filthy omega like me.. the statement echoed in my head like stingrays. A bitter taste coated my tongue. Betrayal, and cold fury pricked at my heart..
My breath was uneven, my chest was heavy, I felt light headed. 'A filthy omega like me...'
These words kept ringing like a bell. Everything suddenly became blurry as my world began to spin. I kept drifting away into an oblivion, trying so hard to reach for Marcus' hands.
Suddenly I jolted up, the bright light that came from the window flashed through my eyes.
I winced and quickly covered my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. It was my room... only then did I realize I had been dreaming.
I fell back on my bed and covered my face with the blanket.