Fame or Revenge? The billionaire heiress choice.

Olivia

I've never loved my fiancé. No matter how much I've tried to bring myself to. I feel nothing. Maybe because I'm just a piece given to him for whatever business my father has gotten into again. Or because I caught him kissing his secretary twice. He said it was only a kiss, nothing more. He loves me instead. Even though nothing in me believed his words, I stayed because I needed to. My father says it's my duty to him for everything he has provided for me. I've always been his little pawn in some bigger picture. A business deal, some contract, whatever is good for business. I'm good for business.

I clutch my black purse tighter as I make my way to my fiance's doorstep. Asher O’Neill was a better option than the rest. Tall, blue eyes with a muscular build any woman would drool over. Other than my father's selfish reasons, Asher's looks made it easier to agree to this marriage. I'm sure he's no different than the others, a scum with a dick that never stays in his pants.

My heart skips a beat as I stare at the door slightly open. Asher has been gone on a business trip for a month now and we've barely seen each other since his return. The wedding preparations have taken most of my time. Emma's presence is the only thing holding me together. She has me going all out even though she knows how I feel about him. I still have no idea how she managed to convince me to make myself happy by throwing my dream wedding anyway. It would suck so much if I let my father ruin the one thing I can control. Asher had no problem agreeing to everything I wanted for the wedding. He also has no idea I'm at his front door. I can feel my heart racing as I slowly push the door open.

“Asher,” I call quietly as I walk into his apartment. A scoff falls off my lips as I stare at the pair of red heels scattered by the couch. Two glasses half-filled with alcohol on the wooden coffee table. Loud moans fill the hallway as I slowly walk to his bedroom. A part of me somehow knew it was always more than just a kiss with him. There's a black bra on the floor next to a dress and a tie and a blue shirt. The one I got him. Fucking asshole.

I hear his grunts as I reach the door. It's the same one he makes every time he's inside me and about to have a release. I can't believe I ever let him inside me. God.

Asher's butt is in clear view as I stand in the doorway with my jaw open. He has his secretary bent over and gripping the edge of the bed frame.

“Fuck you Asher.”

His blue eyes pop out as he turns to stare at me. The muscles in his jaw tense.

“And your fucking whore.”

The red hair scribbles to her feet, pushing Asher away. She doesn't have to gut to stare in my direction as she reaches for the covers.

“Olivia, I had no idea you were coming over,” Asher says. I stare at him with disgust as he walks closer to me.

“Don't you dare.”

I pick up my pace as I walk back to the living room wishing I never came here. The image of them fucking stuck in my head.

“Olivia! Olivia, hold up!”

He calls behind me, I can hear the struggle in his voice as he rushes to me. I grip the door handle, opening it wide enough for me to step out. His fingers grab the arm of my coat as I try to leave.

“Olivia, please hear me out.”

“Let go of me!” I yell, yanking my arm from his grip.

“She means nothing to me. It's just sex.”

I look down at his naked body. He tries to cover his dick with his palms. His face is almost believable as he looks worried.

I cough out a laugh.

“It's over between us.”

The worry in his eyes grows even more as they bulge out.

“You can't. Your father won't let you.”

“Fuck you and my father. The wedding's over. I never want to see your fucking face again.”

It's anger in his eyes now.

“Olivia!” he yells as I walk away. I slip into my car, my blood raging with anger as I grip the wheels. I hate myself more as a tear falls down my cheek. My father would be pissed if he were here. He always said tears make you weak. But that was a tear for me and everything I've had to put up with for him. Not again. Not this time. I drive away dialling Emma’s number. She's my best friend and probably my only friend. We've been together ever since I lost my mother. Emma answers the call on the first ring.

“Emma.” My voice sounds shaky as I suck in breaths to suppress my anger.

“Olivia, what's happening? Where are you?”

Emma responds worried. I hit the brakes knowing I'm far away from Asher's apartment and park beside the road for a minute to steady my breath.

“Driving. In the middle of some road.”

“What's wrong Olivia?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. An action I regret almost immediately as the image of Asher's whore bent over his bed frame pops in my head.

“He was fucking his secretary. I saw it Emma, and I ended everything. I'm not getting married to that stupid scumbag.”

“That son of a b-”

I hear some noise in the background as she gruffs loudly into the phone.

“Meet me at Nextar Night Bar in twenty. You have to tell me everything,” she says before cutting the call. I look ahead at the road, troubled by how to tell my father I'm no longer moving forward with the marriage. I suck a sharp breath, putting my car in drive. Emma's right. All I need is a few drinks for tonight. And a good fuck if I'm lucky.