All Chapters of Betrayed With The Best Man, Claimed By The Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RYAN After an absolutely awful night—one where, thankfully, there were no fires or tragedies to deal with, but the paperwork was a nightmare. I am so exhausted that all I want to do is get home and sleep after a twenty-seven-hour shift spent doing nothing but filing and checking inventory. My phone starts ringing somewhere in the car, and as I fumble around for it without taking my eyes off the road, a little white cotton ball darts into my path. I am barely conscious of slamming on the brakes and gripping the steering wheel tight, bracing myself for the impact. When I look up, I see a petite brunette looking at me with incredibly sad eyes, leaning against the hood of my car. Her face is covered in smudged makeup and her hair is a mess, but she is still absolutely beautiful. "Oh my God!" I hear her say, breathing heavily. Her hands hit my car, shooting me a look of pure hatred. Does she know me? I don't think so; I wouldn't forget someone like her. She is simply captivating.

APRIL I woke up feeling like I had been run over by a truck repeatedly. The throbbing in my head only got worse as I opened my eyes. I sat up, trying to figure out where I was, in a completely unfamiliar room. What the hell did I do last night? I looked down, seeing that I was still wearing my wedding dress, and that is when all the memories came rushing back. They make my stomach churn, and I feel like I am going to throw up at any second. I start letting out some of the many colorful insults my trucker mouth knows. The bastard deserves every single one of them, and I won't hesitate to say them to his face the second I get the chance. "Those are not words a lady should use," I looked at the amused man leaning against the closet. I froze completely at the sight of him, so much so that I didn't even dare to breathe. This could only happen to me. I mean, normal people, who think and act rationally, don't suffer from these kinds of problems. But what bothers me the most about all t

RYAN "Didn't the lack of a sex life in your relationship make you suspect he was gay?" She takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable." "It's not that. I trusted him. I still can't believe he was going to do something like that to me." "At least you realized before the wedding was over." "As soon as I saw him, I didn't hesitate. I couldn't go through with that lie." I watch her cling to the cup as if it were her lifeline. "I just feel so... betrayed." "Bunny, how many years were you together?" "Four years dating and one year engaged." I stare at her, not understanding how she didn't realize. "And he never tried to take you to bed? Anything else?" She simply looks at me, inviting me to test her. "There were a couple of times, but it was always something I initiated. Even then, something always interrupted us." "What do you mean, interrupted?" "His parents would always show up, or he’d get calls from h

APRIL Damn David. I knew he was shameless, but I never imagined he was this bad. I do not know what made me hit him, but as blood started gushing from his nose, I felt a sharp pain in my hand and all the way up my arm, practically to my shoulder. It felt so good! What followed felt like it happened entirely in slow motion. David screamed, holding his face with both hands, trying to cover his nosebleed. His parents screamed in shock at seeing me presumably disfigure their precious prince. As for me, I felt a smile spread across my face. Who knew I had a fist of steel? My satisfaction only grew as I watched him doubled over, screaming in pain. I am not going to lie, it hurt a lot. I started flexing my fingers to make sure nothing was broken. I was new to this; I had never hit anyone in my life, but that did not matter right now. I was certain I had done the right thing. If anyone ever needed to be punched, it was David. His parents were rushing around trying to help their son. Hi

APRILDamn Teresa! The vindictive viper had made her presence known.Apparently, she did follow through with her threat, and not only did I receive the police report, accompanied by a restraining order—as if I wanted to get anywhere near them—but she had also taken it upon herself to tell everyone that her son's broken nose happened when my lover confronted him.I do not know how the audacity of that family continues to surprise me. Now, to everyone I knew, I was the slut who hurt their beloved son. Someone with no morals who was not worth the trouble.Clearly, the police report was dropped when I threatened to publish the fictitious photo of her son in the local newspaper.As for me, I started receiving calls from David's friends. My parents thought they were insults, but after being told about my new profession as a slut, I was only receiving shameless propositions. Dirty perverts! That situation was getting tiring.My parents had cut ties with the Lanes; both families criticized th