Elena

Cara's fiance had inputted our finger prints in the system so it was no hassle to get in the elevator that led straight into the penthouse.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what I found as the private elevator opened and I stepped into the penthouse Lucas was supposed to be staying in.

There were clothes strewn about the glistening floor, and not just any clothes.

Both female and male clothes.

Female clothes I recognized so well because I had seen them only a few minutes ago on the one person whose clothes should not be in Lucas's suite.

Cara gasped behind me, but I wasn't even focused on her as the first moan reached my ears.

Followed by another.

And another.

And that voice was distinctly familiar.

On shaky legs, I made my way towards the bedroom.

"Oh Lucas, fight there.." Chloe moaned. "Fuck..."

I don't know how, but I still kept on walking until I was standing in front of the open door.

On the bed, a few feet away from me, lay my fiance, with my half sister straddled over him.

She still had her bra on, although it was torn to shreds.

Had they been that eager he had ripped it off her.

"Oh baby, you feel so fucking good.." Lucas grunted. Both unaware of my presence.

I stood there, stunned to my bones as the blood rushed to my head.

How?

When?

I had to be dreaming right?

"Yes, something you can never feel for my sister. A pity she doesn't even make your sick rise enough to know that she is no match for me."

They both laughed as Lucas flipped her over.

"Which is why I am not getting married to her." Lucas tone was dripping with desire.

Those words were what pulled me out of whatever trance I was.

"You bastard...." My voice was low.

"What the hell, Lucas!" Cara's voice was higher.

They both pulled apart like they had been doused in ice water.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I had expected him to at least look guilty, but all I saw and heard as he spoke was pure annoyance, like I had interrupted something important.

Apparently I had.

The eyes I had come to love went dark as he struggled to pull a sheet over his nakedness.

A few minutes ago, I would have been dazed from looking at that beautiful body of his, but all I felt now was disgust.

"How did you get in here?" He prodded.

"The question is what the fuck are you doing in bed with another woman a night to your wedding, Lucas? And not just any other woman, Elena's sister!" Cara was livid, and quickly placed a protective arm around me.

I could only stare on, shifting my gaze to Chloe who had a smirk plastered on her face and did not even bother to cover up.

I was having a hard time believeing that I was seeing things right.

It wasn't possible. It wasn't...

"You have no right to come into my room, Cara." Lucas hissed, coming to stand in front of us.

"And me? Don't I have the right to walk into the room of my so-called fiance?" My voice sounded like it was coming from a long distance, and not from me.

Chloe rolled her eyes and I switched my gaze back to Lucas. "How could you?"

His brow rose. "How could I what, Elena? Are you that blind that you could not see that I do not love you?" His question was like a slap to my face. "We had an arrangement, and it suited us well, and that is just about it!"

"We are getting married in a few hours!" My voice was highpitched, making me cringe.

His blue eyes flashed. "Are you really saying that right now, even with the scene in front of you?"

"How could you say that_"

"Stay out of this, Cara!" Lucas interrupted Cara's statement then turned his gaze back to me. "In the three years since we have been together, not once have I ever touched you! Never! And you think that is love?"

Never in those three years had he spoken to me like this. It felt like someone else was talking to me, and not the Lucas who had kissed me senseless only a few days ago.

I blinked. "You said you were waiting till we got... married." My voice was a whisper, but it was all I could offer at the moment.

It felt like my whole world had come crashing down.

Lucas laughed out loud. "You are so stupid, it's cute." He paused at my expression. "I did not touch you because there is only one person alive whom I would want to touch, and she is right there on that bed waiting for whatever this is so you can get out and we can go back to where we stopped."

My mouth fell open. My eyes burned. "When? How..." My voice trailed off as memories of just how many business meetings he always had to attend overseas rushed to the surface.

I knew I should have turned away, run, hide, anything but continue speaking, but I couldn't.

"If you are asking for how long, then I do have an answer for you. And that is since forever. I knew Chloe before I even met you." He sneered. "And as for any other question you have, I am sure you have that figured out already."

I turned my gaze to my sister, sprawled on the bed, completely naked as she inspected her nails with a smirk on her face.

"How could you do this to me? How could you, Chloe?"

I could hear the cracks around my heart.

"How could you break me like this?"

Chloe inhaled visibly, then batted her eyelids at me. "I didn't break you, Elena. If anything, you broke me." She cocked her head to the side. "I traveled abroad and you swooped in and Lucas set his eyes on you. You were a temporary fix for Lucas to get his inheritance, and now that he has, you can as well go back to the gutter where you should be."

She eyed me from head to toe. "I mean, it's one thing for you to have my man, and it's another to be so ugly he is completely repulsed by you and can't even bed you properly. And so he had to fly across oceans to have me!"

There is was. The first loud crack I was waiting for.

I struggled to breathe as my heart shattered to pieces.

A hand wrapped around my arm. "Elena.."

My hands balled into tight fists.

"When.." I managed, "when exactly where you both going to tell me? Tonight? Or when I walked to the altar to an absent husband?"

Chloe laughed. So did Lucas.

"Why would you think you would have made it to the altar? There is no wedding tomorrow at that venue." Chloe laughed again. "All the things you think was arranged, does not exist."

I watched in horror as she finally sat up. "No one is getting married in the morning." She flipped her hair. "It's a pity I don't get to see you run around the hotel in your wedding dress as you wonder why the secretly arranged convoy hadn't arrived yet."

I couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears, the anger, the hurt, the scream, they were all trying to escape from me. All at once.

I looked from my sister, to Lucas, then back to my sister, and then back to Lucas again.

How...what did I do to deserve this?

How was this possible?

Tears burned behind my lids.

Something flashed in Lucas's eyes, but it was gone in an instant. "Just go home, Elena. There is nothing for you here." He gave me one last look and then walked back to go meet Chloe who happily claimed over him.

And right there and then, they started to make out again.

I wouldn't know how I would have made it out of that room, if not for the hands that quietly guided me out.

I could tell from how tight her grip was, that she had a lot to say, or do, not was holding back.

And I appreciated that more than anything.

A part of me wanted to turn back and rip her to shreds. But I allowed Cara lead me out.

It wasn't worth it.

They weren't worth it.

So this is why she came.

I should have known from the moment I saw her that all hell was going to break loose. And it did.

Only when I got to the safety of my room did I collapse in Cara's arms and release every pent up tear.