Fame or Revenge.

Olivia

I've never loved my fiancé. No matter how much I've tried to bring myself to. I feel nothing. Maybe because I'm just a piece given to him for whatever business my father has gotten into again. Or because I caught him kissing his secretary twice. He said it was only a kiss, nothing more. He loves me instead. Even though nothing in me believed his words, I stayed because I needed to. My father says it's my duty to him for everything he has provided for me. I've always been his little pawn in some bigger picture. A business deal, some contract, whatever is good for business. I'm good for business.

I clutch my black purse tighter as I make my way to my fiance's doorstep. Asher O'Neill was a better option than the rest. Tall, blue eyes with a muscular build any woman would drool over. Other than my father's selfish reasons, Asher's looks made it easier to agree to this marriage. I'm sure he's no different than the others, a scum with a dick that never stays in his pants.

My heart skips a beat as I stare at the door slightly open. Asher has been gone on a business trip for a month now and we've barely seen each other since his return. The wedding preparations have taken most of my time. Emma's presence is the only thing holding me together. She has me going all out even though she knows how I feel about him. I still have no idea how she managed to convince me to make myself happy by throwing my dream wedding anyway. It would suck so much if I let my father ruin the one thing I can control. Asher had no problem agreeing to everything I wanted for the wedding. He also has no idea I'm at his front door. I can feel my heart racing as I slowly push the door open.

"Asher," I call quietly as I walk into his apartment. A scoff falls off my lips as I stare at the pair of red heels scattered by the couch. Two glasses half-filled with alcohol on the wooden coffee table. Loud moans fill the hallway as I slowly walk to his bedroom. A part of me somehow knew it was always more than just a kiss with him. There's a black bra on the floor next to a dress and a tie and a blue shirt. The one I got him. Fucking asshole.

I hear his grunts as I reach the door. It's the same one he makes every time he's inside me and about to have a release. I can't believe I ever let him inside me. God.

Asher's butt is in clear view as I stand in the doorway with my jaw open. He has his secretary bent over and gripping the edge of the bed frame.

"Fuck you Asher."

His blue eyes pop out as he turns to stare at me. The muscles in his