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Broken Angel.

Broken Angel.

W.A.J.E

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N/B book contains dark and huge smuthood. Might be offensive to sensitive readers. A beautiful, savvy and adventurous young heiress faces trauma after trauma which seems to occupy her life. Her life takes a bittersweet encounter when she meets the heartless and insanely possessive Kessler Blackwell. She finds herself in a whole lot of pandemonium and a new world of crisis. Will this crazy man be her flashlight? Or will Kessler just be another knife like the others that cut her deep and added to the many that brought tears to her eyes, burns in her lungs, and hunger to her soul?

Chapter 1 Arranged Fiancee (Cheating)

BROKEN ANGEL

CHAPTER ONE

Jessica Martin's POV

♪ Climb on board ♪

♪ We'll go slow and high tempo ♪

♪ Light and dark ♪

♪ Hold me hard and mellow ♪

♪ I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure ♪

♪ Nobody but you, 'body but me

'Body but us, bodies together ♪

♪ I love to hold you close, tonight and always♪

♪ I love to wake up next to you ♪

The music blasted at my car's radio and a smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I drove down the busy streets driving into my fiance's mansion in Beverly hills.

I secured a pass. I'm a regular here so I was allowed in but something didn't feel right. His Audi 8 was packed outside. He wasn't supposed to be back so early, he went on a business trip and was to come back tomorrow morning and that's the reason I took the day off my busy schedule and came to surprise him.

We've been apart for three months and it felt like three years as he kept frequenting my phone with his calls, messages and my office sending amazing gifts and what seemed like a fairytale relationship that was made in heaven was about to become a reality but this time we were getting married.

Did he come earlier so he could surprise me in the office? We might be thinking the same thing and now it kind of clashed because I'm here now and his surprise is ruined.

Fuck! I just ruined it.

I hope he won't be mad at me but he loves me not to get mad, he tells me all the time about how I'm his moon that shines so bright in the darkest of times and the sun that illuminates his world.

He talks too much but it feels good to be complimented at least I deserve some peace and serene a little in my fucked up life.

The car's trunk was filled with groceries, vegetables and I wanted to prepare his favorite meal. He has been too perfect for a boyfriend and despite my 'No Sex Before Marriage' policy he wasn't the slight bothered and was faithful and somehow my respect for him doubled.

I don't know how to rate my feelings or if I love him because we knew each other through an arranged marriage by my uncle. I just met him five months ago and ever since my Uncle has been persistent I get married to him, and he wasn't bad looking either.

He was from an affluent family and his modelling Institute was making waves in Chicago but I had my reservations about his true personality.

"Finally!" I let out a tired breath and turned off the ignition at the car parking lot and revisited my make-up and long Auburn hair tying it into a high ponytail.

My sapphire eyes and rosy lush lips glittered and I looked pretty good for a stressed businesswoman.

I slid out of the front seat and arranged my work suit and skirt. I'll be changing into casual wear when I get in then I grab the bags full of groceries and slam the trunk shut.

What would he say when he sees me? Would he smile and pull me to his arms or would he facepalm and tell me how I ruined his plans?

I had his keys he gave me one because there were days I came over and he wasn't in so I won't be waiting outside.

I walked towards the long hallway and upon reaching his door and was about to slide his key into his apartment when I heard a moan.

Did I hear a moan? No moans.

'Samuel!' Another moan from a feminine voice and this time I leaned my ears closer to the door.

It was unbelievable. I might be at a different house.

Hell no! It wasn't my first time here considering how many trips I've made to his Beverly Hills home.

Samuel was romping a bitch inside of his house.

I fastened the key into the door and slowly got into the apartment.

The bag of groceries fell to the floor, my blood ran cold and my vision blurry with tears as the sight of ripped dresses, suit tie, and shoes scattered to the shiny marble floor.

'Fuck me harder! Rip my pussy!" The bitch screams while moaning like a dying cat.

I covered my ears in spite as I made my way to his bedroom and when reaching the door rage and bitterness burned in my heart.

Why was I always getting hurt? I don't deserve this and wouldn't wish my enemy to go through this phase in their lives because it's heart wrenching and disheartening.

I pushed the door open and I would have stopped but curiosity got the better of me. I would have left when their moans hit the living room but I didn't but why?

Maybe I needed to see, maybe I've been looking for a loophole in what looks like a perfect but a facade of a relationship and he didn't give me one so I want to prove everyone wrong we aren't as perfect as it seems.

A man buying a woman jewels, flowers, sending her loved up text messages doesn't equal his fidelity and his integrity it was just an obligation to some and clout to build the perfect gentleman nobility the world chants.

He never gave me the time to figure him out and like a puzzle, I waited for the right time to fix the confusion in my head. He didn't snap, get angry or say shit as most men will.

I took my phone out from my bag and took pictures of them as they were in the act oblivious of their surroundings with their dirty moans wanting to bleed my eardrums and render me deaf.

Fools.

He was thrusting into her weakly as she clamped on him tightly with her legs wrapped around his waist and her eyes closed with her botched lips wide apart panting like she ran a treadmill.

Her forehead had beaded sweat formed on it with her black mascara running down her cheeks and her makeup getting ruined.

I leaned at the door watching their act of shame. Did she know he has a fiancee and was soon to be married in a week? The wedding cake? I made five trips to the biggest bridal store in Chicago to get my bridal gown fitted despite my busy schedule. Time, money, and our families invested into this even though I don't want to get married early. It was something I looked forward to, to make my Uncle happy.

This is how he'll cheat on me when married. A failed relationship will hurt but a failed marriage will kill the soul.

"Shit! Jessica!" Samuel pushed her aside pulling at his hair his body reeked of sex and sweat with the comforter wrapped around his legs.

"Hello, when is Samuel coming back from his business trip?" I asked sarcastically with fire at the rim of my lashes ready to shoot him.

"Baby I'll explain it's not what you think." He jumped out of bed with his short dick dangling covered with the bitch juice. Another offense making another girl wet that wasn't me.

"Okay, that's what I see."

He tried to come closer to me but I waved him off and folded my arms around my breasts waiting to hear what gibberish that tiny pea-sized brain of his has stored. "No babe I was seduced. She tricked me and I fell into her trap."

Trap indeed.

"Hmmn, the act proves otherwise. You were on top hitting her pussy with no mercy so who's trapping who?" I used my fingers to illustrate contorting one to a zero and a finger passing through it. I wanted to laugh so bad but I held it in. I need to be serious so he gets it fast and simple.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. Do you need a car or a house? I'll take you on a vacation, I'm sure you want one."

The worst insult. Do I look like a two dollar bill prostitute of a mistress he can sway because of that rubbish? I'm a fucking Billionaire heiress!

I wasn't marrying the fool because I needed money but due to pressure. He was nothing compared to my family inheritance and here he was blabbing about materialism.

"Use that money to get yourself treated from S.T.I's." I clicked my tongue to the roof of my mouth and cast the blonde bitch a sinister grin as she looked up scared and ashamed using the comforter as a shield.

"We have come a long way, Jessica. We can talk about this. Don't cancel the wedding please." He was moved to the point of tears. It baffles me how people cheat on those they claim to love for those they won't keep.

He wasn't worried he hurt me or he cheated but his focus was more on the wedding rather than being a good husband.

Was this all about making me legally bound to him and putting a ring on my finger under the guise of marriage?

My eyes met the engagement ring that was placed on my third finger. He presented the pink diamond to me during Christmas when he visited my extended family and we had a large party afterward.

"You can have your trophy ring. Goodbye Samuel." I pulled the ring off my finger and threw it to him in bed as he watched it roll to the floor.

There was pain tugging in my heart and tears pooling at my tear duct but I pushed them back in and kept a happy face smiling at him as he put his hands in his head and watched me leave.

I picked up in a run with tears blinding my vision and slid into my car shutting the door angrily and crying giving way to the pain that constricted my heart.

There was only one person to call that would understand it was my best friend Belle. I punched my phone digits and waited patiently for her to pick as I wiped the tears spilling at will with the second ring she picked.

*Jess, how are you? Can you believe I have been cast to be the judge for a fashion show in Paris?* She giggles excitedly. Belle must be lucky everything has been going pretty well for her unlike me that has been cursed from one bad mishap to the other.

*Can you meet me at Spice bar? I need you.* My voice came out in a crying whisper no matter how I tried to mask my pain.

*What's wrong?*

The scene of him cheating on me flashed before my eyes and my hold on the phone tightened. I wished it was his head. I'll smash and bury it. *Samuel cheated. I just left his house, he was with a girl having sex with her! I'm so hurt.*

*Where are you now?* She asks and I snort, wiping my running nose and blinking back tears.

*In my car crying my eyes out.*

*He's a bastard and an idiot to cheat on a woman of your status. Go over to the bar and have a drink. I'll be there shortly.* She says.

*Thanks bestie.*

*Alright see you in a jiffy.*

I drove out of the parking lot heading to the club.

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