Broken Vows: A Billionaire's Secret

ZYLIAH'S POV

'I have a surprise for you. Come around.'

A huge smile blossomed as I read the short yet sweet text from my fiancé, Fynn.

I was just leaving the house to hang out with my girls, but that could wait.

This couldn't.

I got into my car and zoomed out of the compound, heading straight for his place.

Both hands on the wheel, I couldn't stop smiling as my eyes caught the beautiful rock nestled perfectly on my finger.

I couldn't believe how good life was to me. A job I enjoyed, a romantic fiancé I loved, and who loved me back. Truly, I was blessed.

Driving through the open electric gate of the compound, I parked and practically jumped out of the car, rushing upstairs to his room.

I thought I heard voices, but decided they weren't real.

But a few seconds later, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Every part of me refused to accept it was real. A hallucination. I was seeing things that weren't there.

I blinked repeatedly, but the picture didn't go away-it just kept playing out in front of me.

My fiancé and my stepsister, who unreasonably hated me? No, this couldn't be.

"Oh God, Fynn... uh... hmm."

Her lusty moans made me snap. "What is going on here?"

I was prepared for them to be shocked and stutter their way through any flimsy excuse that would justify their current intimate position.

But it was my turn to be shocked... yet again, because they actually paused and locked eyes with me, head on.

"You should be leaving by now." My fiancé, who was currently positioned behind my stepsister, Sabrina, his hands on her waist and his dick still inside her, said flatly.

His nonchalance spiked even more turbulence within me. My legs suddenly felt heavy, but I forced them to walk three steps further into the room.

"What are you doing, Fynn? I should be leaving? Aren't you remorseful?" It was a struggle to keep my voice from quivering. I didn't want to fall apart-not just yet.

And definitely not in the presence of Sabrina, who would love that very much.

"Why should I be remorseful for having a good time with my woman?" he sneered. "Talk about being stupid."

Sabrina snickered at that.

I ignored the insult, my brain refusing to move beyond... "Y-your w-woman?" The tears wouldn't obey.

They were threatening to spill. They'd welled at the edge of my eyes and couldn't wait to roll down onto my cheeks.

"Oh, sorry-we didn't inform you. But yes, Sabrina is my woman now. One who'll give me lots of beautiful children." I heard the insult in his remark, but I couldn't understand it.

Lots of beautiful children? Wasn't he insinuating I couldn't? I sniffled, wrapping my arms around myself as though to protect what was left. "W-what are you insinuating, Fynn?"

Irritation crossed his face. He slipped out of her. Sabrina whined in protest, and he kissed her back. "Let's