CHAPTER 13

Juliet works a part-time shift at the in-house, and as I walk in, I throw off my tote bag and scan the bar for her.

Back in the pub, a low-class club is linked, and Juliet spends most of her time there. She has the responsibility of providing refreshments to the clubhouse patrons.

Since I can't see her in this room, I know she must be inside the clubhouse, maybe pleading with a man for a tip.

I'm struggling mightily to control my raging emotions while I look for an acceptable explanation for her behavior.

What she did is not justified in any way. No justification for not alerting me in advance.

I wanted to meet her in person before informing her about my choice to become Damien's wife, so I didn't tell her over the phone.

She persuaded me to give it a try, and I was eager to see the pleased grin on her face when I told her I had decided to do so.

to experience life as the billionaire's wife. only one year.

But now she's destroyed everything.

After I told her I wouldn't be coming to work today and would explain why when we met, she went behind my back to visit Damien.

What did she have in mind?

She demonstrated her indifference once I explained that there wouldn't be any sex involved, and I never imagined she would be open to doing anything like that. I didn't like the concept at first, but if she had continued to show interest, I would have assisted her in persuading my employer.

Now, however, I appreciate the concept. I adore the concept, in fact.

I've had a taste of prosperity, and I'm not giving it up for anything in the world. Even my grandmother is unable to stop me from doing this.

Someone brushes into me; a foul odor assaults my nose; he apologizes in a low voice before strolling away; I struggle to control my bag, which almost slips from my grasp.

Juliet is aware of how much I detest visiting this location. I met Frederick here, who was giving me the chance to become his mistress—a title he used; I thought it was more like slut.

Frederick is the wealthiest person in this place and often visits. I'm curious as to why he frequents venues of this kind.

The music is louder than before when I enter the club and pull back the jingling drapes.

I look throughout the whole area for Juliet, but I can't see her anywhere. I go on while cursing silently me.

I need to leave this place as soon as I can and locate her. I need to confront her with some questions and express my concerns.

She didn't only attempt to steal Damien from me; she also revealed all the information I had given her about him.

Who among friends would act that way?

We can maintain our relationship after I give her a piece of my mind since I am upset with her.

Someone shouts out to me from the other side of the room, waving and smiling faintly.

Juliet. My dearest pal. The one and only female who taught me many things about guys that I didn't know. My thief in the night. My assured advisor.

I go up to her without smiling. If it isn't coming from the bottom of my heart, I can't possibly fake a grin.

This is a circumstance I have never encountered before. I'm not required to pretend. It bothers me. In particular, pretending to grin when you're not.

The grin disappeared when she saw how I was acting. "What happened?" you ask.

The question "Can we see?" When I get near enough for her to hear me murmur, I fold my arms. She is seated at the table opposite a guy with a pot belly who is closely observing me.

"Now?" I nod as she requests with a brow strained.

She gives me a thorough examination before whispering in my man's ear. She advances away from him as he nods.

I run into someone again as I make a quick turnaround to go for the exit. This time, it's a familiar face.

Hey, sweetie," he says, grabbing my waist right away.

"Frederick!" I grind my teeth in annoyance. Saying "Stop it!"

I should probably stop visiting this location. Actually, I need to stop coming here. If Damien sees me here or I create a disturbance here, he will be very incensed since it will be associated with him after I become his wife.

The spotlight irritates my employer. Since I began working with him more than a year ago, I have seen this in him, and I will need to take it into account whenever we get married.

My way of life must alter. The locations I visit, the clothes I wear, how I talk, and many other things.

Now that I think about it, being a billionaire's wife involves more than just money. Whether it lasts a year or forever doesn't really matter.

He releases go of me and says, "I haven't seen you around since the last time," which surprises me. Juliet approaches my side.

"July", he smirks at her, his mustache twitching with sly amusement. "Hey, Fred." He turns to face me with his arms raised.

"You know, you should give him a chance." I arch my brow in Juliet's direction as she murmurs into my ears.

"What?!" I yell out in shock.

This is just unbelievable. Juliet encouraged me a week ago to accept Damien's proposal since it differs much from Fred's, but she is now completely contradicting herself.

I grab her hand and storm past Frederick, leaving the clubhouse and the bar while simmering in rage. As the nighttime breeze strikes my face, my loose hair flies all over my face as we both go outdoors.

What's wrong, you say? She asks with genuine wonder on her face.

I study her while folding my arms, trying to determine if this is accurate and whether Juliet is really out to get me. Her expression is emotionless, and I cannot detect any hint of remorse.

"Why didn't you tell me before you went to Damien's office?" I ask directly without hesitating.

She pauses, then opens it to speak, shuts it again, and lets out a sigh.

I can now clearly perceive my guilt. It abruptly gives way to a not-too-sorry expression. There isn't any regret.

She sighs. "I considered trying it out."

"A try?" I scream because I can't take it any longer. "A try when you understood I would accept the offer?"

She instantly responds, "You wouldn't have taken me.

Did you say, "I didn't?"

She asserts herself and says, "Yes, you didn't," wearing a stubborn expression.

I touch her breast with my finger and say, "You were the one." "Who was encouraging me to try it? You praised me as the ideal candidate for the position and even referred to me as a billionaire's wife.

She furrows her face in mockery before snorting.

"How come you even went there? For crying out loud, why did you tell him all those things? I scream as she makes no attempt to explain.

As silence descended, my heart started to beat more forcefully than before.

I'm afraid of this. My worst dread. I was betrayed by my dearest buddy.

Already, it is taking place.

I dial "Juliet" in the hopes that she would at least say something to calm me down.

She dismissively turns her head aside instead.

Why don't you say anything, Juliet?

I asked, "What do you want me to say?" At me, she barks.

I stomp my feet on the floor and say, "Say something at least." I'd be heartbroken to lose her. It's unimaginable to me to lose my one buddy. She is the only one who really comprehends me. More than ever, I need her.

She gives me a sly grin and says, "Maybe I will when you explain to me why you accepted him without telling me first."

My brain feels dizzy. It is bizarre. There is no chance of resolving our first actual argument, which is between Juliet and I.

I find it incomprehensible that she isn't regretting her actions and offering her regrets. Instead, she is defending herself and making it seem as if what she did was appropriate.

I move by Juliet after gulping loudly and accepting the truth that she has now shown her true colors.

"Out with it!" A solitary tear slides down my cheeks as I hear her grumble, huff, and walk away.