Boxed Set: Dominated by a Billionaire - Part 10-12: Irresistible Billionaire by Emma M. Green

Author:Emma M. Green
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9791025710418
Publisher: Addictive Publishing
Published: 2014-06-19T23:00:00+00:00

11. Vadim + Alma

"I can’t marry you, Alma. I love you, but I can’t…"

The eagles stop flying, they tackle my gut, famished, out of control, raging mad. Vadim has just stabbed a knife smack in the middle of my heart, but he doesn’t want to see the damage he's done. He rushes out, after his announcement. I have the right to nothing: not an explanation, not a comforting word, not a gesture of compassion: he is already long gone.

My knees give and I collapse on the floor as my first sob rings out. Followed by thousands of others…

***

I thought my first love would last forever.

Now, I hate him as much as I love him.

Everyone deserted the Vaux-le-Vicomte chateau that night. I insisted – amidst my sobbing and hysterical screaming – that no one spend the night there. It would have hurt too much. What was the use of still believing? Why rub salt in the already-gaping wound? Daphné – a fake smile of compassion on her lips – immediately took charge of canceling the following day’s ceremonies and reception. My wedding fell into oblivion, taking my heart with it. As for Vadim, he vanished into the night.

It could be the title of a bad detective story.

But it’s my life.

Put on parade, analyzed and ridiculed in all the celebrity magazines: “Vadim King said no!”

"Alma, what are you going to do?" asks Clémentine, lying on my childhood bed.

Oh, right, I forgot: at age 31, I’ve moved back home to my mother’s.

"I don’t know," I sigh, looking at my manicured nails.

Another leftover of my shattered dream…

Nail remover. Fast!

"Eat something, you can’t keep on with this hunger strike!" she says, holding out a plate of raw vegetables my mother has made for me.

"It's not a strike. I just have no appetite. I feel sick."

"Are you going back to King Prod?" my best friend tentatively asks.

"I don’t know…"

"Are you going to get a new apartment?"

"I don’t know…"

"Are you–"

"Clem! I DON’T KNOW!" I shout, suddenly losing it. "I don’t have any answers! My life was all sorted. Now I don’t know anymore. I haven’t even had three days to get myself together, since the asshole abandoned me… 62 hours ago," I say after doing a quick count.

"I don’t understand what got into him," she sighs sadly. "He’s crazy about you. And he seemed so happy during the rehearsal…"

"Whatever. What’s done is done. It’s over. For good."

So why do I keep hoping?

Waiting for him in spite of everything, checking my phone day and night, imagining he’s about to show up any second?

"You were supposed to marry him yesterday, Alma. Don’t try to make me believe you’ve already turned the page…"

"Survival instinct, self-protection, or something like that," I mumble, biting into a raw carrot stick half-heartedly.

Cold, hard, bland: like him.

Yeah, sure…

"The infernal trio is going to be here soon – are you ready?" my redhead says, making a face, her mouth full of cucumber.

"What? I told you I wanted to hibernate!"

I wanted to set my foot down, make myself heard, but my voice lacks strength and conviction.

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