The Wrong Bride: Ares & Raven's Story

“I love you, Raven. I love you.”

She nods. “I thought it would be nice symbolism, don’t you think?” She grabs my tie and twirls it around her fingers. “Though, I will say… I’ll miss Iwanttolickravensknee’s comments on my photos. I wonder what he’ll have to say about this final show.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “I have it on good authority that he’s obsessed with you and will continue to DM you perverted shit.”

“Why are you smiling like that?” Sierra asks as I join her in the seats reserved for us. I smirk at my sister, and she pretends to gag. “You two are disgusting.”

“Fine,” I tell her as I grab my phone, giving my team the okay to publish the materials we prepared. I smirk as her phone starts to buzz. Within seconds, every large media outlet starts to cover the rise of her career, and every single person she slept with on the way to the top. It took me a couple of days to prepare it all, but it was well worth it.

“Do you truly believe I didn’t know about the affairs? The men you’d cheat with on set?” I chuckle. “I knew. I just didn’t give a fuck.”

I turn to walk away. “Oh, and Hannah? You will never work in the entertainment industry again. Anyone who so much as attempts to hire you is going to pay the price. I want you out of my wife’s sight. I don’t want her faced with even one single reminder of everything you put her through. You can disappear quietly, or I can make it happen forcibly. For the sake of the child you’re carrying, I suggest you think before you act.”

“It’s a prenatal paternity test. Some of those blood tests the doctor did? Yeah, they weren’t all regular tests. We conducted a fetal cell analysis, comparing the genetic profile of the fetal cells in your bloodstream to mine. It wasn’t a match. I’m not the father.” I run a hand through my hair. “But then again, you already knew that, didn’t you?”

I hand her a folder and watch her closely as she goes through it. “It’s a prenatal paternity test. Some of those blood tests the doctor did? Yeah, they weren’t all regular tests. We conducted a fetal cell analysis, comparing the genetic profile of the fetal cells in your bloodstream to mine. It wasn’t a match. I’m not the father.” I run a hand through my hair. “But then again, you already knew that, didn’t you?”

I bite down on my lip, wondering if I should just lose tonight so I can go back home to my wife as soon as possible. I suspect they’d see straight through me, and I’d never hear the end of it.

I pause halfway toward Zane’s front door and frown at the figure darting through the trees. “The fuck are you doing, Xavier?”

I watch him as he glances around before jogging my way. “Can’t be too careful,” he says, smiling. “I’m fucking dead if your sister catches me here. She’s been extra strange lately. Best not to provoke her.”

Xavier looks horrified at the mere thought of it, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Xavier fucking Kingston. Billionaire. Real estate magnate. Pussy.”

He shoots me a glance. “Your sister is fucking psychotic, mate. I don’t doubt that she’d try to fucking gut me if she caught me here. Did I tell you she sent me a fucking fish bomb last week?”

I smirk and pull up my favorite photo of my wife. It’s one of the first ones I took of her, the one where she’s sleeping, her shoulders exposed. It’s an obvious post-sex photo, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s my intention to lay my claim, after all.

I smirk as I upload the photo and caption it with two words: my wife. 