Revenge of the Billionaire's Betrayed Bride

Fidelia opened the door of her fiancé’s house and walked inside.

The next thing she heard was the sound of laughter and moans coming from a certain direction.

She listened to the sound and kept following as it became louder.

She couldn't believe what she heard.

Why am I hearing a familiar voice… is that not the sound of…

She walked through the hallway in her wedding gown, sweeping the floor. It was her bride's dress and she wanted to show him how sexy she looked in it.

Fidelia and Silas were going to get married the next morning. She knew she wasn't supposed to see him, but she just wanted to show him before going home.

She walked slowly toward the bedroom and saw the door wasn’t even shut.

She could see clothes and underwear on the floor, even a white sheet, and her heart kept beating fast.

When she opened the door, she felt pain in her chest, looking at what she saw.

Fidelia couldn't move. Tears instantly formed in her eyes as she was about to break down.

No, no, this can't be happening. It shouldn’t be Silas and Bridget… please, not them. But the truth was bitter. It was them.

Her stepsister Bridget and her fiancé were on the bed. They were having sex right in front of her.

"Ah… harder… fuck me!" They weren’t even being soft. Bridget was moaning his name, and he was driving into her fast with intense pleasure.

"Silas… I’m coming!" And her Silas was spanking her, moving in a steady rhythm.

She couldn't hold it anymore. The tears dropped as she gasped, covering her mouth. It was too much for her to handle.

Her phone dropped from her hand, and that was when they noticed someone was in the room.

In shock, Silas and Bridget turned and saw her standing there as tears flowed down her cheeks.

'No. It can't be. He wouldn't. Not the night before our wedding.' Fidelia tried convincing herself, yet she was witnessing it.

Her stepsister was naked, and so was her fiancé.

Silas stood up, trying to move closer to her.

Bridget didn't even flinch. She stretched lazily across the bed, lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile.

"Oh. You're early."

Fuck, I was about to come. That was the only worry she had.

“Come on, she’ll be fine,” Bridget said, trying to stop him from going after Fidelia. She knew her stepsis. She was weak, and she actually didn’t care.

Silas and Fidelia were still going to marry tomorrow—except Fidelia wanted a miserable life.

But Fidelia had already stormed out, dragging her gown and picking up her phone as she rushed out of the house.

She was shedding tears in intense pain. She felt betrayed, played, and used. How could her stepsister and her fiancé have sex with each other?

They had been dating, and yet she was the one getting married to him. Memories of Silas and Bridget laughing, hugging, and always being