"You heard ." Viviana lifted her chin slightly, her tone asured. "Touch him, and we’ll trend on the headlines for a few months or perhaps longer."
Savannah was now tweaking. She was losing her mind.
"How dare you?" she gritted. "Who do you think you are?"
The audacity to crash a wedding that has millions spent on it with a lowlife, a nobody that no one had ever seen or even heard of.
"You little B**CH!" she cursed.
"Language, Ma." Viviana reminded, "People are watching."
Savannah snatched her arm back and glared over at Nikolas who’d let go of her. "Listen and listen carefully to . This stunt you’re trying to pull is not happening. Do you hear ?"
"Are you certain of that?" Viviana asked.
Savannah smirked. "You know what happens when you defy , Viviana. I dare you to try ."
"It’d be my pleasure." Viviana stepped over to the side and turned to the crowd. She pulled over a seat, sat down, and crossed her legs. "I know how immoral it must seem to barge into my own wedding with another man. But they say, "an eye for an eye, right...?"
The crowd was heavily bewildered.
An eye... for an eye?
The sudden loud creak of the double door that led out into the back of the hotel sounded. Every head turned.
A woman stood. Brunette, with brown eyes and a bob cut. She adjusted her white dress and began to march forward until she stood before Fernando, whose expression had grown horrified.
"What... what are you doing here?" he choked out.
The lady didn’t answer. Instead, she smacked him hard across the face. "How dare you?"
He was shocked.
"Using ? Just because I’m insignificant compared to you doesn’t an I don’t have dignity!" she yelled. "? Your side piece? If anyone is a side piece, it’s her, not . We’ve been in a relationship before you t her, Fernando. And even when you did, you refused to break up with . You promised that you would cut the engagent off. That you would marry . You promised you’d be there for our baby. Fernando, it’s not as if you’re unaware I’m with your child!"
People huffed in shock.
Jaws fell.
So slapped their palms over their mouths.
While so clutched their pearls.
Fernando was growing nervous. And if he didn’t fight back right now, he was beyond done for.
Licking his lips, he straightened up, looked at the woman, and chortled. "That child isn’t mine."
"Fernando!—"
"What the hell are you yapping about?" He shut her down. "When were you and I ever in a relationship? You were just a one-ti thing. And I don’t know how you even made it to that event. You asked to see you, and when I did, you got drunk with the drink you spiked, causing to ss around. If anything, I think you owe an apology."
The lady’s eyes flickered. "Fernando..."
Her chuckles broke out of her in pure disbelief.
"Am I lying?" Fernando asked.
"No, he’s not." The person who spoke was Serena, Viviana’s stepsister. "I received the CCTV cara from the hotel, and yes, she did spike his drink." She turned to the woman. "It’s brave of you to step in here after what you’ve done. We could have you arrested, you know."
This couldn’t be real.
The brunette began laughing, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. The eyes on her; they were judging her hard, not a single one of them believing her. And for what?
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Viviana, spatting out, "Don’t even make the mistake of tying yourself to Fernando Stolov. He’s TRASH."
She turned and stord off, leaving the venue.
Everyone was dead silent.
What was all this unfolding?
Fernando brushed his fingers through his hair. How did Viviana even know the brunette? Did she invite her here? He didn’t think he’d ever ntioned to the brunette that he was getting married today. And assuming she knew from the dia news, soone had to have put her up to this. If not, the woman would not have the courage to barge into a wedding like this.
It was exclusive. Those without a red card invite couldn’t step in. How co she marched in here?
His eyes scanned the guests. Their gazes were complicated, as if debating who to defend in this mont. Viviana who crashed her wedding with another man, or him, who’d have a woman accuse him of being the father to her unborn child?
’Dammit! This is not going well’ he cursed inwardly.
What to do?
His face scrunched in annoyance. He had to drive all this attention from himself. If Viviana walks out of here with people behind her, he is finished.
His business, everything would be up in smoke.
’Damn devil of a woman. I’m not letting you drag down like this!’ He suddenly spun on his heel to face Viviana. He grinned. "You accuse of cheating without evidence?"
Viviana’s jaw clenched.
"Is this an excuse?" he asked.
"aning?"
Fernando shrugged. "Think about it. You use the excuse of cheating to run into the pants of another man. Let’s see..." His gaze diverted to Nikolas, gliding over his fra that was at least three inches taller if they were to stand side by side. He clicked his tongue. "Not bad. I can see why you’re smitten with him. A hot man he is, I won’t deny that. But, that’s all there is to it, really."
Nikolas craned his head to the side and quietly watched as the human sputtered on like a parrot.
What was wrong with these people?
"He’s a nobody at the end of the day," Fernando went on and on. "Where is your class, Viviana? Actually, you know what I think?"
He scoffed, "You’re the one who cheated."
"What?" Viviana narrowed her eyes.
"Yes." He grinned from ear to ear. "If not, how could you just crash in here so abruptly with a loser like him?"
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