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Alex POV

The VIP chamber boomed with echoes of laughter, energy and music from the bar downstairs.

I drummed my fingers impatiently on my lap as I stared at the exit door of the chamber awaiting the arrival of Catherine.

A glass of barley whiskey with a white paper written boldly on it, Marriage Certificate, rested on the table beside me but I wasn't in the mood to drink.

I wasn't one who condoled lateness. I hated it more than anything. Catherine was supposed to be here before me waiting for me but now it's the other way round.

“ Where the hell is she?”I glared coldly at Peter, my bodyguard who had no clue.

“ Sir, I'll go get her,” he replied, still not knowing what to do.

He quickly exited the club and almost immediately as he existed did the door swing open with a loud crash.

My attention quickly shifted to the door, “ what kept-” instead of Catherine, a drunk woman in a white wedding dress stumbled into the room.

Her long, blonde hair roughly playing on her face, her eyes were already swollen probably from crying and stains from her make-up darkened them. Her cheeks flushed with red due to excessive drinking.

She was a mess

She squinted at me, her glassy brown eyes trying to focus, before a wide grin appeared on her face.

“Pete, there you are!” She slurred, pointing an accusing finger at me.

Pete, I raised a questioning eyebrow taken aback. Before I could say anything she staggered forward, into the chair across me, her head resting on the table.

“ I'm okay, I'm okay” She waved her hands dismissively at me. I scoffed, like I cared. “ Pete I have forgiven you for breaking my heart and I know you I'd all that because you were afraid.” She said

I just sat quietly mixed with amusement and confusion as I tried to comprehend the situation.

I definitely wasn't Pete for sure but whoever Pete was, he had really hurt her, broken her to be precise.

That feeling of betrayal and rejection. I could sense it all over her and somehow I could relate.

My eyes scanned her from head to toe. Judging from her appearance, it seems like he left her on the altar.

After a while of welling, she stopped looking at the table where the document rested. She picked it up and examined it.

Before I could intervene she signed it without any thoughts. Not like I wanted to stop her.

“ There!” she exclaimed triumphantly, dropping the pen and standing up. “ You'll never leave me for-”

She slipped and fell into my arms. I was quick to catch her, preventing her from hitting her head on the table.

A smile crept on my lips as I stared at the dozing woman in front of me. In a way, I found her both amusing and cute.

My eyes glided to the already signed document.

The marriage certificate that was supposed to be signed by Catherine was now signed by this unknown woman in a wedding gown.

This should be interesting.

“ Sir, she's here”

Peter said coming in with Catherine dressed in her designer clothes and bag as always and a thick layer of makeup plastered on her face

She is indeed a replica of a goddess, beautiful, poised and the kind of partner my parents would want.

She walked in regal and composed as always. I could see the mixture of confusion and anger in her eyes as she saw the scene in front of her.

“ What the hell is going on here” she demanded, her voice cold and cutting as ice.

I met her gaze, my eyebrows knitted together, disgusted by the tone of her voice. I could feel the judgment and anger in her eyes.

She has always prided herself on control, but this she couldn't take. I watched her saying nothing as her lips curled into a sneer.

“ Alex-”

“ You're late” I said

“ Who is she”

“ My wife,” I said bluntly, again not hiding anything.

I could tell my words felt like knives cutting through her. But she was already late, that's what you get for being late.

“Alex!” She called out

I wasn't down for her charade anymore so I curled up my wife, turning to face her. I looked at her with no ounce of regret or emotions “ next time be on time”

With that I didn't waste any time and turned around to exit “ Alex, where do you think you are taking her to?”

I glared at her before turning to leave.

Elena POV

The reflection of the morning sun shone on my face making my eyelid flicker from its rays.

“Hmmm” I groaned and frowned in frustration as I opened my eyes gradually.

The effect of the excessive alcohol had caused me unbearable pain. I closed my eyes, throbbing my temple to ease the pain when I felt the presence of another in the room.

I slowly turned my head to meet a face I didn't know.

Looking at his handsome and dreamy face I smiled thinking it was still the morning effects of the alcohol when yesterday’s event clicked back.

“ Oh my God” I screamed, my eyes widened in shock. I blinked several times to confirm I wasn't imagining things.

When I saw it wasn't a dream I quickly raised the blanket thinking we did something together.

“Relax, we didn't do anything together last night” he said, climbing out of the bed, wearing his clothes.

I just stared at him without uttering a word, clinging onto the bed spread to my chest. Where are my clothes? Those words screamed inside my head as panic grew inside me. Oh God!

He turned to my direction and I quickly pulled the sheet higher “the maid took your clothes off I didn't”

But what I was seeing was not convincing me because why was he naked or did the maid do that too.

My eyes left him searching through the strange but fancy room.

Its interior was unique and buoyant. There was a big french window at the side which gave the perfect view of the city.

But why was I in a room with a total stranger laying on the same bed. A handsome and captivating one at that.

Yesterday I was supposed to be with Pete. ‘Pete!,’

I narrowed my eyes as that name came across my thoughts. That scumbag

Yesterday was still fresh in my mind. What was suppose to be my happily ever after became a nightmare and now I was again in that reality where I was all alone.

“ How did I get here?” I mumbled.

He turns his attention back to her. Looking at her tears stained face. “We are married” he said in an utterly cold tone

“ Excuse me” I dashed out of my thoughts looking at him in disbelief. Who's married?

“ You don't remember,” he asked. “ Yesterday you signed a document for a marital relationship with me. I presume you mistook me for Pete, a guy that clearly broke your heart and now that results in us being legally married.”

“ That's a -”

The stranger threw the document at my face and sat down on the armchair not too far from the bed.

I picked it up and examined the document. My eyes widened in shock as I read through the document which contained my signature. He wasn't wrong, that's my signature alright.

But I would never sign a marriage certificate with him after just getting out of a messy one and besides I don't know him so it could be he took advantage of my vulnerability and used me.

“ This is a lie,” I said standing up. “ I was drunk and wasn't in my right mind when I signed this. You can't count this as a marriage.”

“ Although you were drunk you still signed it without any force”

This is all bullshit. I would never sign a marriage certificate without knowing who I was signing it with. This is all Pete's fault if he hadn't forfeit our marriage I wouldn't be in this situation.

I can't be in a relationship with him, this can't be happening to me now. I calmed the slowly tension rising in me, trying to find convincing myself none of this was true.

“ This” I threw the document on the bed “ is a mistake and I'll never marry someone like you.” before storming out of the room, determined to figure out how I could undo this mistake.