Attending My Husband's Killer Wedding

A tall, lanky man with jet-black hair stood nervously by the office door, worried about what awaited him inside. His name is Luke, and he is the personal assistant to Richard Hernandez, a powerful billionaire.

“Maybe I should just come back later?” he wondered aloud, stepping back but then stopping himself. “No, I have to deal with this and find a way to stop the rumors.” He took a deep breath and walked into the office.

As he entered, a mug flew past his head, barely missing him thanks to his quick reflexes.

“Why is everyone in Las Vegas talking about me? When did I become gay? And why are people believing this ridiculous rumor?!” Richard shouted, his anger boiling over.

“It’s probably easy for them to think you’re gay since no one has ever seen you with a…” Luke started, but he was cut off by Richard’s fierce glare.

“Finish that sentence and you’ll regret it,” Richard growled, his eyes icy.

Luke swallowed hard. He knew better than to push Richard—if Richard said he’d do something, he would definitely do it.

Richard wasn’t just the owner of Glamour Empire Hotel, he was also the CEO of a car company, which he inherited from his father, Julio Hernandez.

Known for his ruthless tactics and icy demeanor, Richard’s reputation was feared across the business world.

Luke stayed quiet, bracing himself for Richard’s next words.

“Find the idiot who spread this nonsense,” Richard demanded, his eyes flashing with fury. “I want him dealt with swiftly.”

“I’m trying, but since the post was made anonymously, tracing the source is difficult,” Luke explained.

“If you don’t find out who did this within twenty-four hours, you’ll be out of your job,” Richard warned, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“I’ll get on it right away,” Luke replied, leaving in haste. Despite Richard’s intimidating demeanor, he wasn’t ready to quit.

Richard clenched his fists, his anger palpable. “Whoever you are, you’d better prepare for what’s coming,” he snarled.

His phone rang. It was his father, and he sighed before answering.

“Come to the main house. We need to talk,” Julio stated.

---

At the Hernandez mansion, a woman in her sixties slammed a newspaper on the table, frustratedly.

“The whole city is buzzing about the Hernandez family. What are you going to do about it, Julio? Your son is rumored to be gay!” Ophelia fumed.

She clearly didn’t like Richard, and Richard, in return, didn't like her.

“There’s must be a mistake somewhere. Richard can't possibly be gay,” Julio replied calmly.

“Are you blind or deaf? The rumors are everywhere! It's ruining our reputation! Your son is dragging our name through the mud!” Ophelia snapped.

“Watch your tone, or you’ll regret it,” Richard said as he entered the room, his presence sending fearful shivers down Ophelia's spine.

Without a doubt, she was scared of Richard and only dared to speak when he wasn't present.

“What’s going on with these rumors about you being gay?” Julio asked, worriedly.

“I’ll take care of it,” he replied.

“And how are you going to do that?” Julio pressed. “Everyone’s talking about it, and it’s hurting our reputation.”

“It’ll stop just as quickly as it started,” Richard said confidently.

“I trust you,” Julio said with a reassuring smile. “I know you’ll sort it out.”

“Do you need anything else?” he asked, and when Julio shook his head, he left the house without sparing Ophelia a single glance.

“Seriously, that’s all you could say?” Ophelia asked, clearly annoyed.

“What were you expecting me to say?" Julio asked in return.

“Anything! You just let him go that easily when he's clearly ruining our reputation!”

“If you’re so worried about our reputation, maybe you should have talked to him yourself,” Julio stated.

“How can I confront a man like Richard?!” Ophelia snapped.

“Let him handle it. I believe in him. He always gets things done,” Julio declared before walking away.

Ophelia clenched her fists, annoyed that her husband had Richard's back.

---

The room was dark and silent, but a man was being brutally beaten by several men while Richard sat watching as they descended on the innocent man.

Richard’s face held no emotions, in fact, he was dissatisfied with how the men were handling the innocent man.

A snap of his fingers signaled the men to stop the beating. They didn’t need to be told twice before the wounded man was dragged to where Richard was sitting like a king.

His cold hands gripped the man’s jaw, his gray eyes piercing angrily at him.

“Your broadcasting company was the one who started the rumors about me, right?” His baritone voice asked, his eyes darkening with every word.

“Yes, it was, and I am sorry. My broadcasting company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and I needed to do something about it.”

“By tarnishing my reputation? Do you even know who I am?” Richard asked. The way he spoke was enough to make even the strongest man wet his pants.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Richard.”

“Who was the person that sent the fake news to you? If you tell me, I might reconsider not chopping your head off,” he glared.

“Forgive me, Mr. Richard, but I have no idea who the person is. It was sent anonymously to my company; we just uploaded it on the internet,” the chin-bearded man sniffled.

“You think I’m going to buy your lies? I ask you for the last time, who sent the message to you?”

“I'm speaking the truth, Mr. Richard. It was sent anonymously,” the man cried. He had heard a lot rumors about how dangerous Richard was.

If he hadn’t been blinded by the thought of boasting his company when the anonymous email arrived, he wouldn’t be in the realm of the devil's son right now.

Richard stood to his feet. With just a move of his eyebrows, his men understood the message and resumed the brutal beating.

The man screamed for help, but it didn’t move him.