Stone Hearted Alpha’s Bride

Kourtney Allen typed in the password of her fiancé's luxury penthouse excitedly. It was an automated door, and her birthdate was the code to unlock it. She couldn't wait to see the surprised look on Brandon's face when he sees her, especially because she dressed so well for him. 

 Kourtney was eager to spend quality time with him, having returned two days earlier from the women's empowerment conference she attended in another state. Besides, they would be getting married in three weeks.

She kept daydreaming about the joyous wedding, the warm embrace, and the loving words they would exchange at the altar.

However, she was blissfully unaware of the heart-wrenching scene that awaited her.

Her happy footsteps came to a standstill when she heard faint sounds emanating from the bedroom. A sinking feeling instantly settled in the pit of her stomach. It was the voice of a man and a woman in the heat of passion.

Pain and anger rose within her depths as she pushed open the door with a bang, revealing a scene that shattered her heart into a million pieces. Her worst fears were realized in that devastating moment. It was simply beyond anything her wildest dreams or nightmares could conjure.

The air was heavy with the scent of betrayal, and the carpet looked messy, with things scattered all over it. She saw red high heels, a beige dress, a bra, and panties. Men's clothing was also littered around.

And then, tangled in the sheets on the king-size bed were Brandon and her younger sister, Kathlyn Allen. Shock thundered through Kourtney's entire being, rendering her frozen and paralyzed for a moment.

"Why?" she finally managed to croak. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Brandon, how could you?"

Her no-good fiancé, Brandon Smith, sat up on the bed, his face displaying a mix of guilt and indifference after being caught in the act. But he quickly shook off the feeling of remorse and breath a sigh of relief instead. He had already been planning to break off the shitty engagement with Kourtney for a while now, but he was too chickenhearted to bring up the discussion. Perhaps, her finding out like this was for the better!

He finally met her gaze, his expression hardening.

"Kourtney, you've been extremely unexciting lately. As dull as a corpse! I’m sick and tired of you. So, it's best if we break up.”

His cruel words struck Kourtney like a dagger to her heart. Her eyes widened in complete disbelief.

"How... How could you say that to me? After everything we've been through? You're the one who proposed to me. You promised me a future together, and I trusted you.”

Brandon’s expression remained cold and indifferent, his tone devoid of pity or even guilt. "I'm sorry, Kourtney. I should never have proposed to you in the first place. Kathlyn is the one I truly love, not you.”

Kourtney's hand instinctively clutched at her chest as if trying to calm the physical ache and emotional torture she was experiencing. The betrayal felt even more painful for her as it came from someone she considered family. Her very own flesh and blood...

“My... my own sister?" Kourtney's voice cracked as she glanced briefly at her younger sister.

Kathlyn has been silently watching their exchange with keen interest while wearing a cruel, triumphant smirk.

"Oh, come on, Kourtney, it's not my fault Brandon loves me. He finally realized just how boring you are. You were never good enough for him to begin with. I’ve always been the one he desired.” Kathlyn’s voice dripped with satisfaction, delighting in the pain she had caused.

Kourtney's expression turned into rage and disgust now. It was not the first time Kathlyn was doing something like this to her, so she wasn’t in any way surprised.

Flashbacks of their high school years flooded her mind. Eight years ago, when they were ages sixteen and fifteen, Kathlyn intentionally dated a boy she liked and kissed him in front of the entire school. This happened less than a week after Kourtney revealed him to be her crush. The sisters grew very distant ever since then.

And now Kathlyn did it again, not with a mere crush but with her beloved fiancé with whom she had already begun to plan a grand wedding. The invitation cards had already been sent out to friends and well-wishers.

Even her gorgeous and exquisite wedding gown has already been custom-made and sent over by her favorite designer. Her dream wedding dress, which she wouldn't be able to wear anymore.

Tears trickled down her face freely as the height of their betrayal weighed in.

Kathlyn grinned wickedly, taking pleasure in Kourtney's agony. Her eyes glinted with malicious joy as she noticed Kourtney’s tears.

"You know, Sis, he was eager to taste what he was missing all these years. And let me tell you, he found it with me."