Contracted to a crippled BillionaireChapter 1
Elizabeth
Today, which was supposed to be the happiest of my life, turned out to be the most embarrassing day. When I reached my wedding venue, thinking the guest would be on the seat, ready to watch me walk down the aisle, their eyes glinting with admiration. But, when I arrived, Chaos greeted me. The event coordinator notified me no one booked the venue in my name for today.
Panic gripping every cell of my body, I tried calling Michael, my fiancé of four years, but his phone was off. I tried reaching Lilian, my best friend and wedding planner, hoping for an explanation, but her phone was off too.
I checked the hotel he had booked—he wasn’t there. And it didn’t take long for me to know that Michael and Lilian had duped me and run with my money.
My grip on the glass cup tightened as every memory I had tried to drown in alcohol filled my mind. Gulping down the last drops of the alcohol, I lurched to my feet. My thoughts began to blur, and everything seemed to float as the alcohol breathed its life into my veins.
“I need a refill,” I said to the bartender as I pulled up the burst of my wedding dress. The gurgling sound of the alcohol filling the glass cup melded with the soft murmurs of the customers.
I slugged towards the exit door, and with an unsteady push, the door swooshed open.
The sun’s warmth scorched me, and the loud noise of the bustling city gnawed at my ears as I came out of the alleyway and into the busy streets.
I was about to cross to the other side of the road when a tire screeched as the car came to a halt—a few inches away from me.
“Are you alright?” The man stepped out of the car and approached me. “Are you okay?”
My unsteady gaze fell on the man. He had a height that mocked me, brown hair, and brown eyes—just like Michael. He wore a well-tailored black suit—what Michael would have been wearing for the wedding.
The sight was appalling as it reminded me of what I had lost. A metallic taste burnt on my tongue. “Are you blind?” I questioned with a clipped tone. “You could have killed me!” I staggered back, stepping on my long white ball gown.
The man furrowed his brows. “You need to be more careful when crossing the road.” He crinkled his nose.
With partially closed eyelids, I shook my head. “Are you blaming me for this?” I snorted, struggling to stand still.