The Fight

Chapter 5

RICHARD’S POV

Bianca Sinclair, that was her name – her long golden hair flowed like strands of glossy glass on her shoulders, her eyes changed colours like a chameleon to match her surroundings, and her chic outfits complemented her lovely, dainty figure, reminiscent of a model or ballerina. I won’t deny she’s beautiful—a complete package.

She’s a nice girl, and a bit naughty from last night’s experience. She appeared tough at her place, but once we’re married, I’ll gradually soften that tough exterior and make her fall for me. Every girl I meet always falls for me, and she won’t be an exception.

It wasn’t her fault she got rejected. But who rejects a beauty like her? It’s like being given sugar and then spitting it out. What kind of idiot spits out sugar?! I couldn’t help but scoff as I parked at the bar and turned off my car. After the visit to her place, I needed a few drinks to unwind and take my mind off this marriage thing.

The marriage wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I never valued marriage, to begin with; it’s like a thief that steals one’s pleasure and freedom. By the time you realize it, the kids start coming and you end up crippled and paralyzed with responsibilities.

My dad arranged the whole thing. He wanted me to find a good woman to settle down with and get ready to take over from him. He mentioned being tired of seeing me with different girls and wanted me to be responsible and an ideal Alpha material.

When he first told me about the marriage arrangement, I wasn’t in support of it. We argued fiercely, and it nearly took a toll on his health. The doctor warned that my father’s health was delicate, and any strain could be serious, even deadly. For his well-being, I agreed to the marriage and made an effort not to argue with him anymore.

Bianca’s dad holds a senior and respected position as a Beta in the pack. According to my father, their family is decent and respectable. Bianca’s rejection made it easier for the marriage to be arranged, as she wasn’t already engaged or dating someone.

Dad also mentioned that if I didn’t marry her, she’d be arranged to marry Ben, whose dad held the second-in-command position after my father. Dad didn’t like that idea because he knew Bianca came from a respected family. If she married Ben, it’d be like losing a valuable opportunity to someone less deserving. The idea of Ben marrying her made my stomach churn badly. That couldn’t happen.

Ben turned out to be a complete jerk who deserves nothing but serious punishment, like 50 whiplashes a day and should lose all his riches and luxury. He used to be my best friend until he did something unforgivable to me;

Years ago, back in our senior year in the pack’s high school, Ben drugged Heather—my first and ex-girlfriend. He slept with her, recorded her naked, and then posted the video anonymously on social media for the entire school to see. When I discovered it was him, I couldn’t believe it. In all my years of knowing him, I never thought he could do such a thing. I wanted to knock out all the teeth and paralyze every muscle in his stupid face, but I was held back from doing so.

Heather was not just my girlfriend but also the woman I had planned to be with for the rest of my life. We were deeply in love and already made plans on what our wedding will be like. She made me see the good and bright side of marriage.

However, because of the shame and stigma of the video, she ran away to an unknown destination, and no one has seen her since. Since Ben sent the video anonymously, no one could prove he was responsible, and people wrongly thought I did it, blaming me. My reputation was destroyed. My father was disappointed, and I had to go abroad until the whole situation calmed down before returning a few months ago.

That’s another reason I had to agree to this marriage – I couldn’t let someone as messed up as Ben marry Bianca and ruin her life as he did to Heather. That’s why I intervened and saved her from him last night at the club.

Entering the bar, the gentle jazz tunes from the speakers enveloped me, and the scent of fresh beer and alcohol wafted through the air.

I took a seat on a comfy stool at the counter, and lo and behold, spotted none other than Ben in a corner. He looked either drunk or high, with a couple of girls fawning over him. If it wasn’t from too much booze, then he was likely on weed, coke, or molly. I let out an exasperated sigh and rolled my eyes at him when our gazes unexpectedly locked.

After ordering a drink, I noticed the idiot was coming my way. Despite feeling furious, I kept my cool, to avoid causing a scene. But he went too far by deliberately bringing up Heather.

“Hey bro,” he slurred, looking stupid as he tried to talk with his alcohol-laden breath. “ “You wouldn’t happen to know where Heather is, right? I thought she’d come back with you since you’re back. Damn! I need to see her again…bro…she was so hot and enjoyable I could fuck...”

I didn’t let him finish with whatever nonsense he had to say. Quickly, I rose and threw a heavy punch on the side of his stupid face. He lost his balance and crashed into some of the stools and glass cups on the counter. I have been waiting a long time to do that. I just wished I did with a metal knuckle or chain wrapped around my knuckle for maximum effect.

People gasped in shock, and their focus swiftly shifted to the commotion. Some were already snapping pictures and recording the whole thing.

“You fool!” I snapped at him. “You’re nothing but a shameless, spoiled brat. How dare you mention her name after what you did to her?”

I had just returned, and this was not good for my image and reputation. As the future Alpha of the pack, my father wouldn’t be pleased if he heard about this. But I couldn’t hold back. This idiot needed to be put in his rightful place once and for all.

“You bastard!” he shot back, holding the side of his face where I hit him. He tried to charge at me, but the onlookers held him back. “You think your looks make you entitled to every hot chick in the world. You’re just a piece of crap, and I’m going to prove it to you. Every relationship you get into, I’ll ruin them all. That girl from last night? I’ll do the same to her, and you won’t do a damn thing about it!”

My fist clenched, veins showing, and my jaw tightened until it went numb. Rage turned into a burning fury in me, pumping like hot blood through my body. I wanted to grab an unopened bottle of wine and throw it at him. But those intervening stopped me. As things got intense and out of control, they started pulling me out of the bar.

“No one can mess with Bianca Sinclair!” I screamed to his hearing as I was hauled out. “She is my fiancée!!”