One thing people didn't realise ever was that people would always betray you. The more you kept trusting people, the more devastating the betrayal. So what was the response to betrayal, one might ask.
Vengeance. And if you wanted something done, do it your fucking self.
Hence, a container of petrol was in my hand, and a lighter in my pocket as I made my way into the Saints Hotel.
This marriage was an opportunity to get my family out of our dire financial situation! The one chance to survive because of my lack of a mate. My parents had told me that once one turned 26, they would die! My breath caught in my throat, as I gripped the container tighter.
Lucas was here cheating on me and endangering everything I held dear. Oh, how he was going to rue this day.
I would scare them witless and senseless.
"Hold on! Miss, you can't enter the hotel without a prior reservation." The receptionist's voice halted my march to the scum's room.
I whipped my head around, slowly, my gaze fixed on her with loathing. "Prior reservation? Miss..." I looked down at her tag, "Isabella, I know you're trying to do your job, but you're really getting in the way of mine."
Cassie growled in my head. The woman shook her head, "I'm sorry, miss, we can't let you in. You have to leave."
I laughed, high and cold. "I am Decker-Chloe Silver, and I will be allowed into the hotel room of Lucas Dawson now!"
She flinched, and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Look, my fiancee, Lucas, is in there with a mistress, and I have to see for myself because someone sent me pictures. Will you let me in?" The last part came out with gritted teeth.
The hesitation was clear in her dark eyes, but she nodded stiffly. "Here's the card. I didn't let you in." She looked away, smirking and I had a big smile. It was all teeth, though, as my body recoiled from anger. Cheating was always a universal no.
Each step I took was with determination, my hair bouncing as people moved out of the way when they saw no intention of me slowing down.
Room 306. Well, then Lukie. Quietly, I opened the door, and immediately, the sounds of moaning and grunting filled my ears, and the absolute disgust made me want to puke instantly.
"Yes, baby! Faster, Luke!" The woman begged, and the voice sounded familiar. Too familiar. Was that my best friend, Nesta!? The picture showed it, but seeing it now stamped my plan. They deserved to be frightened.
Fuck. How dare they? If I had any doubts before, it was discarded there, and then.
I poured the petrol all over the floor of the hotel room, stepping back with each trail.
Standing there and admiring my work, the lighter fell out of my hand, and the fire began, wild and untamed like the anger in my heart.
Fuck. It was spawning out of control quickly. Shit! I did not think this through. My heart pounded. They would be alright. Lucas had an arcana.
This was the only way to handle cheaters. So, the same way I came, I left and stood outside the door, waiting patiently. After all, patience was a virtue, and who was Decker-Chloe if not virtuous.
Then, the screams. Their horrified and shocked screams filtered into my ears. Good. Burn you disgusting traitors. I whistled, spinning my car key on my index finger.
"Nesta! Nesta, hold on! I'm coming! Wait!" Lucas yelled, and after more shouting and cussing, both of them busted out of the room, coughing and covered in soot.
Nesta was on the verge of tears as she stood there, her body wrapped with a duvet while Lucas was only wearing boxers.
"Woo hoo. The sex must have been so fiery, Lucas. Your arcana is super speed, so I expected no less from you. Speeding into my best friend like that. How generous of you." The smile never left my face, but my eyes glared at them so harshly that I thought they would pop out.
Lucas's eyes widened, and Nesta was trembling. "Are you out of your damned mind!? You started the fire? You almost killed us!"
I sneered, "Almost, Lucas. Almost. You should be on your knees thanking me for my benevolence."
Lucas had a look of disbelief on his face as he stepped forward. "Thank you? Fuck you, Decker!"
"Fuck me? Fuck you! How could you!? After everything, how could you?"
"Chloe, this is a big misunderstanding. You didn't have to go too far. This is madness." Nesta decided this was the perfect time to voice her foolish opinions.
My eyes landed on the petrol on the ground and did the only sensible thing expected. Nesta shrieked as the petrol splashed on her.
Lucas leapt at me and knocked the keg out of my hands.
Maybe I was crazy but the fact that my best friend, who was like my sister, betrayed me, it made something snap in my head. I would not cry. Not a tear would be shed.
Lucas met my watery gaze, with fury. "Are you out of your mind, Decker!?"
"Am I out of mind? Unfuckingbelievable. You are cheating on me with my fucking best friend! How could you!?" My pitch went higher at the end. "Why!?" I shouted back, eyes darting at two of them hoping this was all an illusion.
"Decker, I can explain. It's not what it looks like..." Nesta's pleading eyes were on me.
"Explain what? Explain that you backstabbed me!? I am meant to marry him in two weeks! Twoweeks, Nesta! You were my maid of honour!" I parted my lips, unable to form anymore words as my body quivered with so much anger.
Our wedding was basically for convenience born out of need. So I didn't care, but the tears streaming down my cheeks were for the bond Nesta and I once shared.
"You are disgusting, Nesta. Fucking pathetic. Both of you are dirty dogs who deserve each other. You - "
I gasped in shock when Lucas raised his hand at me. The action made me step back.
"Don't speak to Nesta like that. Remember that you need me more than I do you, so know your fucking place!"
It was true this arrangement, benefitted me more but he could go to hell. He didn't even look apologetic in the slightest. The audacity shocked me into silence. Wow. So he would defend his mistress? Right. What was I expecting, in the first place?
"Fuck you. Fuck this marriage and fuck you, Nesta." I threw the engagement ring at Nesta who was still frozen in shock.
"Since you like taking my things, you can add this too." I stormed off as Lucas kept calling my name to call back, saying I had no right to treat him like that, to which I yelled back a very deserved, "Screw you!"
I didn't see where I was headed as tears clouded my vision, so I bumped into something hard and strong. "Watch where you're going!" I snapped.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going." A light but deep voice retorted, and I looked up to meet the most beautiful shade of grey and blue mixed together.
The man was tall with silver hair that seemed to glint, and his obvious muscular form was wrapped in an expensive suit. His eyes looked down at me, expression blank but assessing.
"So you're the one who set fire to the room. If I had known this would have been your reaction, I wouldn't have sent those pictures." The man said calmly like he didn't deliver the most outrageous news.
Whatever calmness remained vanished in an instant. Why would he do that!? "You motherfucker! You sent those photos!? How dare you? Why? Who the fuck do you think you are? You had no right! No permission to do what you did."
At this, the man stood taller, a warning glint in those grey-blue eyes as a tinge of red surfaced in them. "I do not need permission to do anything, especially not from you."
I was too stunned to speak at his response. What the actual fuck? "Do you have any idea what you've done? I needed this marriage to work for my family and you fucking idiot destroyed that for me."
"Idiot? Watch your tone, princess." He demanded. "You would have married someone like him? For what? For money? If you truly want to save your family, marry me instead."
The way he said to so causally made everything in me light up, and my hand rose to hit his annoyingly handsome face that stirred so many emotions in my heart. Emotions that I didn't need right now.
But the man grabbed my wrist. I tried to set it free, but he held it tighter. "Let me go!" I screamed.
"Or what? You'll burn me. Try anything stupid, and I will snap your neck faster than you can take your next breath." It wasn't a threat. The realization hit me. My heart skipped multiple beats at the seriousness in his face.
"You're doing a really good job of selling yourself. Go fuck yourself." He flung my wrist and I stumbled back before glaring up at him.
"Why would you do this? What's your end game?" I pressed my index finger into his strong chest.
My lips curled in disgust as he said, "You'll be more useful with me than you ever were with him. Think about it. Why would I go through all this trouble for you?"
Certainly not out of the kindness of his heart. But why would he go through all this trouble for me? It didn't make sense.
My eyes narrowed at him. "I'll be here when you change your mind."
The arrogance did so many things to me. Anger. Hatred and.... something else that made my brain short-circuit. His scent was distinct, but I couldn't make it out.
"Like I said, no. Goodbye." I walked past him and caught a whiff of an expensive male cologne, and that disoriented Cassie, my wolf.
"Focus, Chloe. We don't have time for this." Cassie instructed.
We had to go confront my parents. On our way, we stopped and made an important purchase. A baseball bat.
Without a mate, I would die soon, so why not make every moment count?