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Venessa's POV

“Vannie, you are still pacing around?” Betty said and all I could do was roll my eyes.

I dialed his number for the ten thousandth time today but he won't pick up. In frustration, I smashed the phone against the wall.

“Calm down Vanessa, he might be busy, who knows?” Betty said again.

“Busy, today made it the second day that I will be looking for him but can't find him.”

I bit my lips in frustration, since the night those pictures surfaced, Ethan had stopped replying to my texts or picking my calls. I've looked for him everywhere but I couldn't find him.

“What if he was forced to go on a date with her? What if he is still trying to get used to the situation? Ethan is never like this. He will call you.”

“Oh, so you mean I should wait? What if they finally get married or something?” I said.

“Married? Vanessa are you really saying this? We both know Ethan got no business with even a serious relationship, talk more of marriage, common girl.”

“I know but the bloggers kept using the word ‘fiance’, it's becoming so concerning and it's becoming to look real, I have to do something but I can't think.” I cried and at that moment, my fingers had found their way into my hair, pulling it.

“You're right though but still, do you have any idea of how we can stop this?”

“I don't know, since I set my eyes on that post, it is as if my brain had been pulled out of my head, I can't think Betty, I can't lose Ethan to some skinny slut.” I groaned.

“What if…..?” Betty trailed.

“What if what?”

“What if you talk to his father about this, maybe something can happen.”

“His dad? You know it that they are never on the same page…”

“Of course I know but Sir Blackwood is still the CEO, which means he still has a lot of power over Ethan and you can convince him to do something, you're wiser than this Vannie.”

I muttered a long ‘oh’.

Betty was right

I can find a way to have Ethan's dad, Charles, to get rid of the girl.

I shut my eyes and silently pray she's just one of his little sluts and that what the rumors were saying are lies.

No, Ethan can't leave me.

He can't do this.

I know going to Charles might be a crazy option right now considering their bond that is not as strong as a cockroach antenna but maybe I can still have him convince Ethan, he is his son after all, he still has some control over him.

20 minutes later, I was already in my car, my heart was beating like a war drum in my chest.

I don't know if I would meet Sir Blackwood at the company, I should have booked an appointment to see him but I had no more time to waste, I needed to see him and talk to him.

The car finally came to a halt at the front of the massive building, there were workers coming in and out of the golden doors.

I walked in and all eyes were on me, some guys winked at me while some smacked their tongues on their lips like a goat who tasted salt.

Normally I would have enjoyed the attention but right now, I felt like pulling out those eyes and smashing them under my shoes.

“Good afternoon ma'am, how can I help you?” the old man's secretary demanded.

“I'm here to see Sir Blackwood” I said.

“Do you have any appointment with him?”

“No but this meeting is urgent, it's about Ethan.” I said and the secretary's mouth curved into a circle.

She picked up the telephone and placed a call to him.

“Alright ma'am, you can go in.” I shot her a smile before walking in.

“Good afternoon young lady.” Mr Charles Blackwood said as soon as I got in.

“Good afternoon sir.”

We exchanged pleasantries and I must say Mr Charles Blackwood was kinder than I thought he would be but that does not stop my heart from beating really hard and my head from going blank that I almost forgot why I came.

“You said you are..?” he asked again.

“Uhm… Ethan's friend.” My lips moved on their own….

God! Vanessa.

You could have said girlfriend, I bit my lips scolding myself.

“For how long have you and my son have been friends?”

“Years now..” I smiled.

“Alright then, I need you to talk to him about something”, the look on his face changed and that kind of gave me a hope, maybe it's about the marriage issue, maybe I can also get him to talk to Ethan too.

“I bet you've heard he's getting married soon?” Charles said and I immediately choked on the wine I was offered.

“M…married? How?” I said between my coughs.

“Don't talk yet, breathe young lady.” he said and I tried to control my breathing but I lost control already, I felt as if my body had been placed on the world's biggest frying pan and lavas were being poured on me.

“I'm okay now, what did you say again?” I asked to be sure I had heard him right.

“Ethan is getting married, I am not surprised you haven't heard.” he said.

“How? To who? And when was that?”

“I actually arranged it.” he said and my mouth dropped.

What?

The same man I'm trying to run to for help is the same that wants to marry my man to some other girl.

“I understand your surprise and I see you're a concerned friend and that's why I need your help to talk to Ethan, he needs to get serious with his life and learn to relate with his fiancee.”

Are you kidding me?

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't say a word but that white haired oldie continued anyways!

“He needs to be kind to his wife, I know he doesn't want this but it's the best for him.”

No it's not sir! Of course I couldn't say that out, it was as if my tongue were tied down.

Ethan? Getting married? To who? What about me? I wanted to scream out loud but I was just there sitting down on the chair and nodding like a puppy.

“And seriously you really need to see these two together, they are a perfect match!” Now I wished I could slam his face on the table.

“B..but he is dating someone currently.” I managed to say, I don't know why I was afraid to talk about myself and him together.

Maybe it's because we were never in an actual relationship, I was more like a Fuckmate to him.

My heart squeezed at the thought.

“I don't care because obviously that person is a useless and irresponsible person and it's even impossible, to find my son in a relationship, maybe he was messing with your minds.” The man chuckled as if the thing was funny meanwhile I was dying in my seat.

“Come, let's walk around, I was already ready to leave before your arrival.” he said and some men entered to take his suits and other stuffs I can't even remember.

I couldn't believe it.

My Ethan was getting married…. why?

What am I supposed to do?

I thought I would be his one and only.

Who is the bitch that dare take him from me?

I swear I would kill her if I find her!!!

I have to do something…. maybe kidnap her and end the motherfucker life at once!

“Sir do you know where I can find Ethan and can I see what she looks like… I meant bitc- sorry his eerr wife.”

“Here is a picture of them on their first dinner.” The man was clearly over the moon.

He handed his phone onto me.

“Oh Mr Blackwood, I have been looking for you.” A man that reminded me of an Indian palm tree walked in.

But my focus shifted back to the screen before me, it was that of Ethan, holding hands with her, my heart dropped to my stomach just seeing that.

I couldn't see her face so I scrolled to the left, I got a video with the camera placed in their faces

Then the camera zoomed in into her face.

Wait… what?

I paused the video and zoomed it.

Wait.

No, no, no!

This can't be, I know this girl!

"You didn't see? You almost damaged my car with that dirty body, you miserable thing!"

"You almost hit me, bitch. Watch your speed!"

"What did you just call me? I don't blame you anyway—what do I expect from a suicidal slut like you?

She stepped forward, wiped her tear-streaked face, and spat directly on my car bonnet.*

She's the one!

How come?

That dirty thing!

No this can't be

She was really the one taking Ethan from me.

I looked around for water as my throat ran very dry but then I noticed everything started moving, the desks around were walking towards the entrance.

The bin at the corner was moving right to the center, even Mr Blackwood seemed to be dancing.

What is happening?

Oh no, my anxiety attack.

I placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm down.

I took in deep breath but it didn't help.

“Are you okay?” Mr Blackwood asked but his voice sounded as if we were in a large empty hall.

Before I knew it, my knees had hit the ground and my eyes shut tight against my wish.