Lonely Bride

NATHAN’S POV

I enter the party and look around.

Everything looks so elegant and shining, but I know it’s all fake, just like these people who are faking their smiles to each other, but in actuality, they must be hating the same people to whom they are giving their best smile.

Money was the only thing dripping in this place, and damn how much I hate to be here, but well, there are a few things I can’t avoid because, living in the same society, some things are gifted whether you like them or not. There is no way out.

Being an only child, I always grew up alone, as both parents worked hard to give me the best of the best, but in doing so, they forgot I didn’t need the best. I just need them.

And now that they are free, they expect me to be the best son and give them the time of the world, but well, where were you guys when I wanted the same?

But again, with time, I get to know it won’t be easy for them to provide the luxury, and somewhere they aren’t wrong because their intention was clear to give me the best of the best things, and I love them for the same.

They might not be the best parents in the world, but they aren’t bad either, and I love them so much, but again, I can’t fulfill their expectations the way they want.

They want my time, which I don’t have. I have drowned myself in the work so much that I don’t miss anything. I don’t miss anyone.

Taking a deep breath, I walked ahead, and people started greeting me, to which I replied with a sharp, cut-shot look.

I guess with time, this look has stuck to my personality.

If I want to, then a smile never comes on my lips, apart from Sarah and Bella. They both are the only ones that make me feel like I am still alive, or else I have long since started thinking this place is not for people like me.

This place is full of liars, cheaters, and people who love to play with emotion.

I wish I could be the same.

While roaming my eyes, it got stuck on the person who is smiling ear to ear and holding a man’s hand shamelessly.

The man also held her by the waist, and that view kind of pissed me off instantly.

But what can you expect from people like her who are whoring around? These kinds of people can do anything for money. You just show them a few numbers, and they will do as you please, too.

Gritting my teeth, I again composed myself when someone appeared, and I tried to keep myself busy with people, but it seemed as if nothing was working right. Her presence is clouding my emotions.

I again looked around to catch a glimpse of her, but then I saw Sarah with Sean. She was giving her best fake smile to the people around her, and I smiled, looking at her. She might get awards for her acting skills.

After meeting a few people, I walked with her. At least I will be at ease for some time. She was standing alone when I reached her. “Will you dance with me, my lady?” I spoke cheekily.

She looked up, and first she was surprised to see me, which I wasn’t because I knew she might come to this event with Sean, but what always surprises me is my behavior whenever I am with her or Bella.

I am a completely different man when I am with them.

My entire demeanor changes when I am with these two bundles of joy. They are both my peace.

We both started dancing, and after some time, the music changed, as did our partner.

The music was soothing, and so was the dance. At least you don’t have to be fake here. Just give a small smile to your partner, and that’s all.

I stiffened when I felt a familiar touch on my body, and when my eyes stopped on that particular person, my mood dropped from good to bad in no time.

Grey eyes look at my green while holding my shoulders.

She was looking at me with no emotion, and I could feel the temperature of my body having already boiled.

Memories I wanted to forget have come and stood in front of me as

SAM

I want to strangle her and choke her to death, but I know I should not.

“How are you?” She finally spoke, looking into my eyes.

My breath shivers, and I am controlling myself, but I don’t know why my mind is getting foggy bit by bit.

“How should I be?” I asked, tilting my head and pushing her body toward me a little.

I glanced at her, and she was wearing a turquoise knee-length dress with a not-so-deep neck, but I could see the line of her cleavage, and my touch was telling me her dress was backless and her makeup was too loud for my liking.

I felt a sudden rush upon noticing her dress, and this added fuel to the fire. Too revealing for my liking.

“As much as I know, you are fantastic.” And I smirk hearing this.

I know there were rumors about me and one of my client’s daughters. The paparazzi had clicked the picture when I visited their city to complete the deal, but because of his busy schedule, the owner had to leave early while his daughter, who is under his guidance, accompanied me till we finished the lunch.

As usual, we both don’t care what people say about us, so we never bother with these pictures.

Paparazzi need some temporary news to publish. And mostly, they never bother to see the facts.

So, do you keep your taps on me, Ms. Samira Bale?” I smirk, looking at my flushed face.

“News for people like you can’t be missed, Mr. More.” She replied calmly.

Her calm posture was pushing my nerves more and more, as if it were possible, and I wondered how she had no sign of guilt on her face.

“I wish I could say the same for you, Ms. Bale,” I said while our legs were still working.

We broke the circle, and now we have danced separately in the corner.

If anyone in this world I ever wanted to avoid was here, keeping tabs on her would never be a choice.

“Well, I can’t be like Mr. More. But trust me, I am trying hard.” She replied, and I noticed Eric was standing looking at us, and this was more fueled by anger.

“I can see you are trying very hard, and soon you will reach your goal.” I mocked her.

I can see how they both look so happy together, holding hands.

I thought after avoiding her like the plague, she wouldn’t affect me anymore. Even so, she affects me the same, and looking at her with some other man has somewhere woken up a beast I never want to face.

“How I wish.” She replied cunningly.

I can see she doesn’t have a tint of repentance for leaving me like this. No guilt, no shame.

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“So, what is the charge you take nowadays?” I asked directly.

“Show me my worth.” She replied with a small smile, and I knew I had hit the spot.

I knew she would do anything for money.

“Holding her hand, I started walking out of the hall. My bodyguard had already seen my move, and by then we had reached our car, which was already waiting for us.

“Out” Reaching the driver’s seat, I asked him to leave and settle myself in the driver’s seat, and with any further complaint, she settled herself in the passenger seat.

I smirk, thinking how desperate she is.

I started the car, and in a few minutes, we reached the hotel. I park the car, give the key to the wallet, and start walking towards my room, and she follows.

I was beaming with anger, and my eyes must have become blood red. I feel the heat in my body thinking about how easily she has come with me and the same she must be doing with others.

And just the mere thought of someone touching her is giving me a feeling of something I don’t want to feel.

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