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Revenge of the Billionaire's Betrayed Bride

Dear Diary, The night before my wedding, I found my fiancé Silas having sex with my stepsister Bridget. On the bed we were supposed to share. Yeah. My bed. Humiliated. Shattered. Betrayed by blood and by vow. I should've walked away, but Bridget had other plans. One shove cracked my skull and sent me to an early death. Only, death wasn't the end. I woke up eight months earlier. Same liars. Same snakes. But this time, I'm not the girl who walks away-I'm the storm that burns everything down. Silas? He can rot. I won't be marrying him. No, I'll be marrying Adrian Richardson-billionaire, ruthless playboy, and Bridget's precious ex. He's rich, lethal, and so intoxicating it's dangerous. The kind of man who ruins you with silk sheets at night and a smirk in a three-piece suit by day. But here's the twist: I'm not the sweet little fool they remember. I won't be his toy. Luckily for me i do know how to fake a smile, kiss like a queen yet when I choose a target I make sure I destroy them whole. What started as revenge has turned into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. Because in this game of lust, power, and betrayal-everyone has something to lose. And me? I'll burn the whole damn world before I lose again. This isn't your average billionaire romance. It's fast, filthy, and addictive. The kind of story that keeps you awake at 3 a.m., whispering, just one more chapter.
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Chapter 3

Fidelia sat down thinking. She didn't know how it happened. But it was six months into the past.

'I am alive. I am actually alive...it wasn't a nightmare, it really happened.' The prayer she had prayed for had been answered. That moment she felt like life was slowly leaving her.

That moment was actually really painful to herself. She felt she was really going to die. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She was so certain she wanted to take a break from this house and her stepmother and stepsister. She just wanted to forget about everything, so she wanted to step out and go somewhere she could enjoy or party.

So she got dressed and got out of the house.

She pulled her phone and called a taxi rider. "Take me to the nearest clubhouse."

The moment she stepped into the club the lights kept flashing, everyone had paint on a part of their body which glowed in the dark. Fidelia chose her wrist.

Then she started dancing to the music which was so loud that she could hardly have time to think, and that was what she wanted.

She went to the bar straight to grab a drink and that was when the bartender started giving her weird eyes, like he couldn't wait to dive on her.

"Give me a tequila, double."

She downed the first shot. Then another. And another.

The bartender was shocked by how she drank it, and then she continued taking the shots.

The alcohol was warm deep in her throat and down to her stomach. After she was sure she was okay with drink, she wanted to dance.

Fidelia left her clutch on the counter and walked to the dance floor. The music was faster now - bodies moved in sync with the rhythm, swaying, grinding, free. Fidelia closed her eyes and was enjoying the music and the way she danced.

She felt like all her worries and pain had gone away.

She was getting drunk under the influence of the alcohol, but that only just made it okay for her.

At this point she thought about absolutely nothing...so the best she could do was drown her thoughts in alcohol and get lost in the music and dance.

She was dancing so much and enjoying herself when she bumped her body against someone. "Ah," she said, and she turned around, ready to apologize.

"I am so sorry." She could not finish her words.

She almost tripped as she saw a young, strikingly handsome man in front of her. All she could do was bite her lips, while he immediately caught her, holding her waist before releasing his hand.

He was strikingly handsome and he was smiling flirtatiously, like he was a playboy. No, not like. He was a playboy and Fidelia could tell.

His suit had a loose button, revealing his bare sculptured chest, one she looked at severally. His face was flawless, perfectly matched with black hair styled backwards.

This reassured Fidelia that he really was a playboy. The way he smiled at her made her want to pull herself close to him. She could feel time had paused for her to admire him.

"You are staring." His deep voice went into her ears and brought her back to reality, and she lost her balance in the shock. But he was quick to slide his hand around her waist and catch her steady and firm in his hand.

They had made contact and no one was willing to pull away. She could feel the heat and tension from her body to his.

'He scents nice.' She thought, inhaling the scent of his cologne which was intoxicating her. She could tell it was quite expensive and unique.

"Are you okay?" His voice woke her up again. At this time she pulled away and got her balance back.

"Yeah, thanks...I lost my balance there," Fidelia said, brushing her hair backwards.

"Oh alright...you should take a break from dance or..." He paused and smiled. "Or you could come to me for support. I offer support for beautiful ladies."

'I knew it...he is a playboy, he just sweet-talked me.'

'I don't want to sit, I'll get lost in thoughts...' She said with a sharp thought about her nightmare. 'So I'll take your offer and dance with you.' Fidelia wanted to try being flirty and seductive for this night, so she moved up close to him and touched his chest, drawing a line down his chest.

"Nice...just what I was hoping for." He drank his drink in a gulp and dropped it, then he held her hand and looked her deeply in her eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

Then he took her to the dance floor and she was caught, surprised by his action.

"You haven't danced at all?" Fidelia asked, seeing how he moved.

"I have, actually. Just couldn't wait any longer to do it with you." He said. By this time his hands had already pulled her so close to him as they danced with the music playing, which was something slower and romantic.

'Perfect for the mood,' he said in his mind.

He didn't remove his hands from her waist. Instead, he was testing his luck. With every chance he got, he moved his hands lower and lower till he could feel the top of her ass.

Fidelia felt this and smiled, looking at him eyeball to eyeball, and she could feel the spark. She loved the way he held her, the way he touched, and the way he made her feel right now.

He didn't say anything. They only danced, yet his touches were speaking to her. It sent a message to her that 'I want you, you are mine, I'm craving you.'

"So you dance with strangers like...this?" She sent a question his way, trying to act playful, but at that moment he squeezed her again and it made her voice tremble.

'Ahhh,' she moaned in her mind.

"Yes, but I only do that with beautiful strangers...the ones that make..." Fidelia turned with her hands locked in his and closed the gap between them so that their bodies were literally touching each other and his hands were around her.

"...make me crave them." He was caught unexpected by the way she grinded him with her ass, making his dick fully awake and disrupting his reply.

Fidelia smiled, knowing she had taken her revenge.

But after that they both got intense with the rough play. The more they danced and rocked each other, the more they wanted themselves.

They were both turned on and ready to jump on each other, and the alcohol didn't help. It only supported them.

"What do you say we get out of here to somewhere we are free?"

"Sure." She replied almost immediately, as if she was programmed. Before she started doubting herself of what she had just said, she didn't stop him from holding her hands and taking her out of the club.

They were literally running out and laughing at the joy of just being free. They had even grabbed the hands of two shy boys and girls and locked them to hand-push themselves close. Fidelia on the other hand kept entering the middle, trying to distract their dance.

"Now this is what I call out of your shell," she said to herself as they entered the taxi and dropped to a very nearby hotel and lodge.

The second they shut the door, he turned her around and pinned her against the door, crashing into her mouth passionately.

Her hands didn't stay idle either. She moved her soft hands all around his body with where the pleasure took her. From grabbing his cheek during the kiss and wrapping her arm around his neck, making sure he didn't break the kiss, she was so much enjoying.

'I could literally kiss you throughout and not get tired.'

She moved her hands once again to his chest, touching and feeling how hard it was. She felt the muscles he had and the abs, and she could only let her imagination run wild.

Right now they were fully dressed and they didn't plan on staying that way.

She unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his bare skin on her hands, and in no time she was done. She could feel his skin directly and it was exactly as she imagined, much more better.

Fidelia felt his hands going to the back to unzip her gown down and she let him. She wanted him to fill every bit of her also. She had never allowed anyone to do this to her in a very long while, and she craved it now more than ever.

By the time they were in the room her zip was already at the end, and she helped him pull it right off. By this time the only thing remaining was his boxers.

She pushed him on the bed and climbed on him, resting her ass on him. She could feel him hard down there but not hard enough that she wanted. To her he still needed some torture. He needed to crave her more for her to let him have her.

She bent in for a kiss again and her soft breast was placed on his chest, but he wasn't satisfied yet. She still had her panties and bra on.

While his mouth still worked wonders in her mouth, with every pull and push she made sure she placed her pussy directly on his dick, making it open her up in the middle. He moved his hand and with a swift movement from his hands her bra was unloosened.

'Wow, is this from his experience?' she wondered. He tossed the bra away. Now she was really happy, feeling the raw skin-to-skin contact on his chest.

'Much better,' he thought. Now he was fully craving her. He grabbed her ass, which was quite soft, and fully pressed it on his dick. She had been driving him nuts the way she had been grinding him while they kissed.

This movement encouraged her to do more and she understood immediately. She straightened her back and duly sat on him while pressing her pussy on him, sliding back and forth.

"Mmm...ahh." She moaned slowly, trying not to show how much she was enjoying it.

Fidelia smiled, biting her tongue seductively as she watched him do this. It was quite enjoyable.

She was going to drive him crazy. Instantly, she made it her goal to make him moan hard.

He grabbed her breast the first chance she pulled away, as if he had been waiting for this opportunity for a lifetime. Not only did she feel his hands cupping her breast and squeezing in a craving manner,

He also worked his hands on the second most sensitive area in her body, the place that made her shiver each touch - her nipples.

He pressed her nipples together while squeezing her breasts, and he could swear her body shivered and she became more wet. He felt it on his dick.

He was just hoping that midway while she grinded him his dick would slip into her, but she made sure it didn't and it was making him crazy.

She was fully wet now and they both knew it. She wanted him and he wanted her too.

'I can't hold it anymore...my turn.' He thought. And the next second he turned her over. She had been the one torturing him, now it was his turn to return the favour.

"Ohh." She giggled, knowing fully well what she had been doing to him.

He stared at her as she was now laying on the bed trying to hold a smile, but she looked really sexy and seductive in that way.

He pulled her panties off and took off his own boxers and she could see how fully erect and hard he was.

Fidelia smiled, knowing she did that to him.

He bent down, targeting her mouth again which he savoured in pleasure, but this time it wasn't a normal kiss. He made her moan in his mouth and he enjoyed every moment.

His hands were already feeling her clean and wet pussy as he kept on rubbing the area in a circular direction, making her feel intense pleasure in the most sensitive part of her body.

"Ahh...fuck...oh...don't stop...mmm." She could feel the pressure building up around her pussy area. She was experiencing something she had never had in a long time.

'The desire to be fucked.' Her body was giving a short vibration now and then as he continued, while her right hand dug through his hair, making sure he didn't pull out from the kiss, while her left hand was grabbing the sheets tightly.

"I'm...I'm..." He kept on pleasuring her that she couldn't even finish her sentence when she felt the pressure in her pussy reach the highest limit and then she exploded in joy, pleasure, and delight.

Her juice spilled all over his hand but he still wasn't stopping there.

"Ohh fuck, you are going to make me go mad," she thought out loud as her body was shaking continuously.

He didn't say anything. He smiled and pulled back from the kiss, shifting his target to her breast.

That same moment she was cumming he took the opportunity to slide a finger into her and she gasped with the excitement of it.

He was sucking her boobs and working wonders no one had ever done to her.

'I am in trouble,' she thought. Her two most sensitive parts of her body were being pleasured by this man in front of her. Just who was he that he understood how to pleasure a woman?

Fidelia hadn't had sex in years so her body was quite full and sexually active, plus it was really sensitive too.

Her nipples felt so good in his mouth. He sucked them so well and passionately. He was good...really good.

Fidelia couldn't hold herself again. She felt a new round of pressure again accumulating in her pussy. But that wasn't all the man pleasuring her could do.

Still fingering her with a finger as she was super tight, he slid the second one in slow, relaxing and enjoyable, that she instantly became more wet.

"Ahhh." This time her moan was much more louder, which encouraged him.

She grabbed his head, making sure again he didn't stop, as he had moved to the other breast, sucking it passionately again.

The pressure build-up was much more fast now...she was so tight that her pussy walls squeezed at his hand, pulling him deep inside her as he thrust.

He enjoyed the feeling also and wondered how it would be if it was his dick inside her. He kept on fingering her and she had gotten to her limit again.

"I'm coming!" She said so fast and he increased his pace and fingered her faster than ever, and soon enough she exploded again.

Two times in a row, never before had she experienced that. Her body was continuously shaking in joy as she folded her legs together.

Her pussy was shooting out juice as it closed and opened. Fidelia was in cloud 9 already and she was moaning and gasping, trying to catch breath.

It was only just his hands and mouth. She wondered how much pleasure she would enjoy if it was his huge and hard dick.

He was fully erect but he watched her as he lay by her side and smiled at her.

"You loved it, didn't you?"

"Ye...es...yes, I did." She was still struggling to breathe while still smiling at the same time. She had not smiled this much in a long time.

He wanted to have sex with her at this moment, as he was already so hard, but he saw how weak she was.

Fidelia was so weak at this point it was as if the pressure and stress that had been on her this whole time had been released.

She wouldn't mind him having sex with her now, but she knew she wasn't going to last, and she didn't know how he read her mind but he understood her.

"That's nice...I loved it too..." He stood up. "Every bit." He was walking away to the bathroom to freshen up.

'What? He didn't have sex with me? Doesn't he want to?' She had this thought as she lay naked.

But she knew what she was after. Immediately she stood up and went to her dress to remove a flash drive that could connect to a phone.

After confirming he was still in the shower she took his phone and inserted the flash drive, and began downloading all the files from the phone to the documents.

"Andrian Richardson...Bridget's soon-to-be husband," she said to herself in a low voice.

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