MONIQUE
My heart pounded in my chest as I stood in front of the wedding hall. I was dressed in a fiery red jumpsuit, and I didn't need to be told that my appearance alone was enough to call for attention. Red lipstick adorned my lips, matching the intensity of my emotions, and my red-bottom shoes clicked confidently on the pavement as I steadied my breathing.I was prepared to walk into the wedding of my ex-husband and ex-best friend, determined to create chaos and make them pay for their betrayal. When I heard they'd be getting married today, everything in me burned with pure rage, and even though I knew I shouldn't be here since it'd hurt me more than it'd hurt them, I couldn't help myself. Clutching a small can of paint wrapped in an elegant red cloth, I concealed my true intentions from the security at the hall. I knew they'd stop to ask questions if I had walked in with an exposed can of paint, so I wrapped it in a fancy cloth that matched both the color of my jumpsuit and the paint as well. With a deep breath, I pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside. The sight that greeted me only fueled my anger. There they were—Cole Lambert, my ex-husband, and Whitney Jonathan, my ex-best friend—exchanging vows with smiles on their faces.The bitterness I felt in me escalated, pushing me forward as I made my way towards them. The attention of the guests shifted to me—the woman dressed in red, their curious gazes lingering on me to understand my purpose. She's Monique, the scorned ex-wife—those who recognized me must have thought so. As I approached Cole and Whitney, their attention turned in my direction after the murmuring in the hall escalated, and as soon as they saw me, their smiles faltered, replaced by shock and horror. Cole's voice reverberated through the hall, urgently calling for security, while Whitney's glare bore into my very soul. "Get out of here, you crazy bitch! Don't you dare try anything stupid," she warned, a hint of desperation seeping through. I relished in their fear and the power coursing through my veins. This was my moment, my opportunity to make them pay for turning my life upside down and continuing theirs like they didn't ruin mine two months ago.I chuckled darkly, my anger boiling inside me. "Oh, I'm just getting started," I said to her, wearing a wicked smile on my face. I slowly unwrapped the cloth covering the small paint can in my hand, revealing the bright red paint inside. The gasps from the crowd would fill the air as they realized what I was about to do. At that moment, I didn't care about the consequences or the fact that I was making a scene. All I wanted was for them to feel the pain and humiliation that they had caused me.Ignoring Cole's frantic pleas and Whitney's threats, I would raise the paint can above my head, ready to splatter it all over the bitch in a white dress. Without holding back, I threw the red paint over Whitney's wedding dress, watching as it splattered across the pristine white fabric. Gasps of horror fill the air, mingling with Whitney's horrified cry. Cole's rage boiled over, and his eyes burned with fury as he charged toward me. But I won't let him get to me that easily. With a swift motion, I hurled the paint can toward him, the remaining contents splattering across his crisp white shirt and tuxedo. Pain contorted his face, and he cursed at me, calling me a mad woman. “You despicable, disgusting, good-for-nothing, bitch!” he howled like a raging dog, and I smiled in satisfaction, enjoying the sight of the stress lines that formed on his forehead. The guests in the hall watched in disbelief as both Cole and Whitney stood before them, covered in paint, with their dream wedding shattered. Whitney’s eyes were blood red as she stared at me, visibly outraged, but when she moved towards me, attempting to hit me with anger seething in her trembling hands, I intercepted her. I grab her wrist, my grip firm yet decisive, and I strike her instead, giving her a tight slap across the face. She staggered backward, tears welling up in her eyes. A twisted smile plays on my lips, satisfaction coursing through my veins. Before I could revel in my small victory, I turned to leave, my heart pounding with adrenaline. But as I pivot, my eyes widen in alarm. A horde of reporters had congregated at the door, their cameras raised, capturing every moment. The flashes assaulted my senses, blinding me momentarily, and I froze in shock, unable to move.I felt trapped, suffocated by the presence of the reporters. There was no easy way out of here, as their cameras remained fixated on me like hunters closing in on their prey. My breathing quickened, and the noises around me became distorted. The murmur of voices became a cacophony, and the camera flashes made me momentarily blind.I was already thinking I was doomed, until suddenly, a jacket was thrown over my head, engulfing me in darkness. As the jacket covered my face, I instinctively reached out to remove it, only to be met with a pair of strong hands holding me in place. Panic coursed through my veins as I tried to break free, my heart pounding against my chest like a caged animal."Stay calm, Monique," a low, unfamiliar voice whispered in my ear. "We're getting out of here." The mystery man's strong grip guided me out of the chaotic hall, and to my surprise, the camera flashes that once blinded me had abruptly ceased, and the reporters moved out of the way without protest, allowing us to pass through unhindered.Who was this man? Why was he helping me? As we stepped outside, I found myself standing before a sleek, black car with tinted windows. My instinct warned me to be cautious, so I paused, taking a moment to scrutinize him as he stood beside me.MONIQUEHe was tall, his dark hair slightly tousled, and his gray eyes held an intensity that was both unnerving and captivating. It was also quite obvious that he was wealthy, seeing how he was dressed and his aura alone. But his appearance and potential wealth weren't my concerns right now. My priority was figuring out if I was putting myself in danger by following him.I spoke up, my voice laced with skepticism. "Who are you? Why are you helping me?" I asked.The man sighed, his gaze meeting mine. "My name is Gavin Jones," he replied, his voice steady. He reached into his wallet and retrieved a card, holding it out to me. "Here," he says. "Take a look. I mean you no harm."I took the card from him, my eyes scanning the details. It confirmed his name as Gavin Romano, but it doesn't provide me with any further explanation. My mind raced, contemplating the risks of accepting a ride from him. Yet, considering the circumstances and the fact that he had already helped me, I decided to ta
MONIQUESilent moans escaped my lips from pleasure as Gavin thrust into me. As time went by, he quickened his pace and I moaned out loud from the immense pleasure.That kiss led to a full make-out scene and soon we were tearing each other clothes. I wasn't one to have random sex so I wasn't sure what gave me the courage. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the sexual tension I felt from Gavin's presence but either way, I loved it.The way he touched me made me shiver and when he started to thrust into me, I left planet Earth and into a world where I only saw the stars."Fuck!" I heard him groan as he thrust fast and hard into me.In no time, my legs began to shake from the pleasure I felt. "I'm coming.""I'm coming too," he replied, pounding deep into me, and in no time we came but he came on top of my stomach as he had no condom on. I tried to even my breath while Gavin walked away.He returned shortly with a wet towel and cleaned me up. I gave into darkness.I opened my eyelids from t
Chapter FOUR — The Birth of Monica Jones I stood in front of the mirror, the image of a bride adorned in white gazing back at me. The ivory silk cascaded around my form, alongside the lace detailing that accentuated the curves of my body. I couldn't deny the sheer beauty of the wedding dress, which hugged me snugly. It was a stark contrast to the dress I had worn on my ill-fated wedding day with that bastard Cole—a day that now felt like a distant, painful memory.Nervous energy coiled in me, with unease knotting my stomach as doubt crept into my mind. Was I really doing the right thing? Marrying a man I barely knew, all in the name of revenge? Could I really trust Gavin's words, a man whose real intentions were still a mystery to me?A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I examined my reflection, the uncertainty in my eyes staring back at me. The dress may have been exquisite, but the seriousness of my decision suddenly felt like a heavy burden on my shoulders. The thought of becoming a
MONIQUEAll through the ride to Gavin's place, he and I said no words to one another.I looked out through the window watching the pedestrians on the street walking in the cold night."We are here," I heard Gavin say.I stepped out of the limousine and was met with a big fancy white mansion. There were six guards and six maids all dressed in a corporate outfit waiting at the entrance.Gavin came and stood beside me. He gave me his hand to take and I linked my arms with his."Welcome home wifey," he uttered beside me."Home," I uttered, the word sounded foreign to me. I used to love that word, back when I was in love and happy with Cole but then he shattered my heart and threw me out like nothing. Thinking about it only brought back the pain I had managed to suppress."Let's go." He said.We both walked past the maids and guards and into the white mansion. My eyes lit up in amusement from the interiors of the mansion. It is the most beautiful house I've ever seen. A gold chandelier
Monique Gavin and I were seated in the backseat of the car, and I lazily stared out the window. Earlier this morning, he had suddenly asked me to get dressed in formal attire, mentioning that he had somewhere to take me, but when I asked him where it was, he refused to say anything. According to him, this was going to be his wedding gift to me and a way for him to show how committed he was to proving that he meant it when he said he'd help me get revenge. I was genuinely taken aback when he said that earlier, but instead of dwelling on it, I reminded myself not to be fooled or get carried away. As the driver kept driving without stopping, I became even more restless and impatient. I threw a glance at Gavin, before questioning how long this was going to take. "I know you said it's a surprise, or whatever, but can't you please just tell me where we're headed now? I can't stand not knowing anymore." Gavin chuckled softly, his amusement evident in his eyes. "Ah, Monique, I didn't p
THIRD PERSON POV"Do you have an idea why Mr. Jones called for this urgent meeting?" The shareholders and investors of Cole's company whispered amongst themselves as they waited for Gavin to show up. Last night, Gavin had called for a shareholder meeting wanting to tell them something important.Cole on the other hand was pressed. He had no idea as to why Gavin, the biggest shareholder at his company would request they all assembled. Cole constantly kept looking in the direction of the door while expecting Gavin because he felt nervous in the pit of his stomach. Gavin wasn't one to just call for a meeting and for him to do so, it was serious.The door opened suddenly and Gavin walked in with his assistant behind him."Hello, gentlemen. I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting," Gavin said the minute he stood before the shareholders and investors who were waiting for him.He looked around the room and once his eyes set on Cole he smiled. He had called this meeting because he had somethi
Monique's pov "Did you see the look on that idiot's face?" I laughed as Gavin and I walked out of the company and back to the car. "He looked absolutely mortified." The look on his face earlier had made me so happy because I could tell that Cole was both horrified and pissed off. I'm pretty sure the last thing he was expecting was for me to show up at his workplace and suddenly be announced as his boss, and the fact that Gavin had given me such a perfect wedding gift made my heart leap for joy. "Someone seems ecstatic," Gavin said, opening my side of the door for me. I looked up at his towering figure, and with a smile on my face, I responded. "And it's all thanks to you," I winked before entering the car. For some reason, Gavin seemed to have frozen up, because instead of turning around and getting inside the car, he simply stood frozen by my side of the door. "Aren't you getting in?" I asked with a confused look on my face. Instead of responding directly to me, Gavin wou
MONIQUEAfter he dropped me off, he drove off without saying anything and I’ve been staring at my wristwatch every hour to know what the time was.I hated that I was bothered but I couldn’t help it. As much as I was angry at him, I also had my part to play because I recall clearly what our agreement was but I just didn’t think it was going to be this way. The day soon began to lose its brightness signaling that nighttime was coming and I saw no headlights of Gavin. I wanted to pick up my phone and call him but my pride wouldn’t allow me to. Eight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten o’clock and I gave it up and called him. I dialed his number, it rang but no response. I dialed his number again for the second time and the same response. I gave up and decided to sleep and wasn’t responsible for him but I couldn’t. I tossed and turned on the bed, pleading for my body to listen to me and sleep but it didn’t happen.“Sleep, Monique! Sleep for fuck sake! He’s a grown-ass man and he will be fine so