Saved By The Cold Billionaire

Marriage isn't a union; it’s a suicide pact.

I watched the altar through a haze of criticism, my sapphire eyes narrowed and cold.

To the rest of the world, this cathedral was a sanctuary of love.

To me, it was a destruction.

"Isn’t marriage the most efficient way to destroy a life?" I muttered, my voice a low, husky growl, tapping my foot impatiently on the ground.

My emotionless sapphire eyes glaring at the altar where the innocent bride stood, waiting for her soon-to-be husband to return from the bathroom.

But, to be present so handsomely at that damned event was my choice?

Not at all.

Why?

Because I was forced by my Uncle and Auntie...

“What a waste of time,”

“Hmm? Did you say something, son?” My dearest Uncle, Andrew Hang, asked.

“What the hell am I doing at a stranger’s wedding, Uncle?”

“Hey, Greg is my best friend, plus, you have met Alyssa a few times too, she is not a stranger.”

“To me, she is. I am not close to the Whitlock family. They are your friends and I am here, in this wedding, on your word,” I hissed, feeling out of place and completely uncomfortable.

“Because I am done hearing you have given up on love. You should see a wedding and realize how beautiful union of two souls feels like,”

“Such perceptions have died in me long ago,”

Rolling my eyes, done with the wait, I rose from his seat and began to walk away.

“Don’t say this- Ay- Vince! Where are you going?”

“I am going out for a smoke since the ceremony is not starting, I am getting bored,”

Waving my hand, I left the hall and stood in a random hallway to smoke calmly and empty my mind.

“Hmph. Union of two souls, my foot.”

As I was releasing my rage, speaking to myself, I heard familiar noises from the other side.

“Hmm?”

Arching an eyebrow, intrigued, I finished my cigarette and decided to see what was happening only to find a couple kissing passionately.

‘Oh, it’s just a random couple-’ I almost turned to leave, ‘-Wait a minute,’

But then my eyes fell on the man kissing an unknown woman to his heartily extent.

The tales of Alyssa’s blind love and faith were notorious, opposed by all, but for once I thought, maybe- just maybe- her love would win.

But no.

It was another myth.

‘Alyssa’s future husband is cheating on her! I have to do something and stop her from making a mistake!’

“Damn, I can’t get enough of you, Sadie, I need you. You are the only one for me,”

“I want you too, Ken, I can’t wait for you to throw that woman in her place and we could start our new life,”

Unknowingly, it pricked my chest to find that bastard belittling Alyssa’s love and being wrapped around the arms of another woman.

‘Again, and again, people like them never learn to value someone's feelings, do they?’

I thought furiously, retracing my steps but stopped when I heard the next words.

“Yes, Baby, don’t worry, once I will get all her assets and my position as the board member to get all perks, I will leave Alyssa and be all yours,”

Curling my hand in a fist, I walked away from the sight to search for Alyssa in order to show the result of her love.

How disheartening.

He broke her pride and I won’t allow such an immoral man to marry her.

“Those bastards. How dare they?”

Remaining stubborn, my hands shaking, breaths becoming unstable when I reached the altar and saw the pastor announcing.

“If anyone has objections, speak up now or else hold your peace forever!”

“I DO!”

Instinctively, uncaring of the consequences, a voice liberated from within and echoed in the hall, halting the whole unsavory event.

“Huh? Who is it?”

Following my heart, I walked forth firmly, glaring outrageously at Ken for being a bastard and stepped onto the altar.

"Vince?" Alyssa’s voice was small, trembling. She looked like a doll in her white lace, her hazel eyes wide with confusion.

"What are you doing?"

My breaths hitched, "I am saving your life, Alyssa. Don't marry him."

“Why not?”

“Because he is cheating on you. I saw him kissing another woman. He is lying to you.”

“What proof do you have against me?”

Upon the scene I created, Uncle arrived hastily, pulling my arm to stop me from causing such an uproar.

“Vince? What are you doing?”

“I am saving someone’s life, Uncle. Greg is your best friend. His daughter should be like your daughter. You should save her from this cheater.”

With fury enhancing, I pointed my finger contemptuously at Ken, announcing before all guests, ill-naming her ‘pure’ love.

“He is using her! Alyssa is going to marry a cheater! He will ruin her life, she must stop this wedding at all cost,”

“Stop lying, asshole! No one can love Alyssa as much as I do so stop your drama! I am the man she loves!”

“And that is exactly what you are taking advantage of, asshole!”

“Vince, enough!”

When a fight broke out between us, Alyssa lost her composure and slapped me hard across my face, earning a series of gasps from everyone while I stood flabbergasted.

“Stop creating a damn scene in my wedding!!”

Staggered, I touched the stinging cheek to feel the humiliation caused upon doing a good deed.

Overflowing with disbelief, my gaze greeted the blind woman, too blind to see Ken’s reality.

“Who are you to spout nonsense about my husband!? What the fuck is your problem!? This is my marriage, my husband, Vince,”

“But–” Please, please, don’t make this mistake, realize, dammit!

Everyone stopped me.

No one listened. They did not hear.

My struggles ended in vain.

Breathless, My desperate eyes scanned around, seeking help from anyone in the crowd, Uncle, her family, someone to support me but to no avail.

No one came.

“Can’t you see what is happening? Why aren’t you people speaking!? Save her!”

Shaking his head in denial, filled with disappointment to not create a fool of myself and gain further insult, Uncle held my shoulder.

“There is nothing you can do, Vince.”

“Why?!”

“BECAUSE HE IS THE MAN I LOVE, VINCE!”

In that moment, I saw her hell in this loyalty.

I knew it was going to drown her, how it drowned my sister, Lucia.

I saw my sister’s reflection in her.

“Alyssa…?”

“How dare you disgrace him!?” Snarling, she hit my chest, “I don’t need you! I want my Ken! Get lost! Leave and don’t disturb my event anymore!”

"Fine," I whispered, my voice cutting through her hysterics. "Have your damn union."

I turned my back on the altar, my footsteps echoing with finality as I walked toward the exit, after receiving a humiliating slap on my cheeks for trying to save her.

Curling my hand in a fist, and after a moment of contemplation, I found a befitting word for that marriage.

“I would rather disappear than to watch this ‘crime’ to happen,”