The reporters ignored the fact that I wasn't with anyone or caught doing anything bad and asked endless questions. I could tell their mission was to force a scandal to create a stupid headline against me.
Mirabelle, my slutty little sister must have paid tons to have them here this early. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when her plans fail today.
"Why are you all begging for a scandal, I haven't done anything wrong," I said calmly.
"Is that hickeys Mrs Orchard? Did you have sex with someone?" Their eyes moved around the room capturing anything they could use as evidence.
It was almost as if I was being accused of murder and they were here to investigate.
I used my hair to cover the mark on my chest. How could I have missed that?
"You had sex with another man on your wedding night? How shameless." Another report said.
"Oh my Gid this is bad. She cheated on mr Orchard."
"Mrs Orchard, what will happen now between you and Mr Orchard?" Their camera light kept flashing on my face, blinding my eyes.
They were too rude and had no bottom line. They were hellbent on finding something wrong. On painting me as the bad guy. It seems like in this life, I've become a victim of Mira's plot too.
I clutched my hands into a fist, "First you barge into my private suite uninvited, and now you dare to harass me with gutter talk?" I barked.
"I've memorized every one of your faces. By tomorrow morning, my lawyers will have your names, and I'll make sure each of you answers in court."
At that, they all started dropping their cameras one after another.
"W... We were only doing our job."
"It's not that deep Mrs Orchard."
"Maeve," Mirabelle called immediately as she pushed passed the reporters.
"What happened to you, we've searched everywhere for you." She said like a concerned sister but I know her words were to create more news for the reporters.
In my past life, this little slut was my life. The one person I loved more than myself. I've taken good care of her since she was seven. Back then, I was only ten after our parents died.
I spent all of my savings on her education, did part-time jobs just to save our asses. And all I got was betrayal.
My little sister has been fucking Fred since the beginning of time, and last night was her little way of making him hate me since he wouldn't be with her willingly.
I had been a fool to think she loved me, but she didn't.
"After the party you just disappeared, did you go with that man?" She asked innocently and murmur rippled through the crowd of reporters there as they continued taking pictures and videos of us.
"Get out of here all of you! Now!" Mira yelled at the reporters and they all started walking away. She seems to have accomplished what she wanted.
I didn't bother correcting anything. I was the bed guy already. The world would never know the truth and I was fine with it.
Once they were all out, and just like in my past life, she turned to me. "Eve, how can you betray brother Fred like this? What have you done?" She cried out, holding my hands.
I wanted to ask her why she had betrayed me instead, but I held myself. That would be baseless accusations. If I wanted proof, I would need more.
"Brother Fred has done nothing to you to be betrayed. All he ever did was love us."
In the past, she had asked the same question sitting next to the bed where I lay naked, after sending the reporters away and I thought my sister loved and cared about me.
I could have sworn I had heard her voice too back then, but I never believed she could betray me the way she did. She plotted my downfall, all because she was in love with my husband.
If she wanted Fred, she would have said so.
"What have I done wrong?" I asked to see her lips quiver.
"Stop acting like you don't know Eve. I can accept anything, but not the fact that you'll betray brother Fred the way you did." She cried out.
"How did you know something happened?" I asked to see her eyes turn slightly wide.
"That last time I remember, you, me and Ama were at the wedding reception having drinks."
"When a woman is found in a hotel room on her wedding night alone, what does that mean?" She asked.
"Now is not the time to start regretting Eve. Brother Fred has asked you to meet him at the city hall. If you beg him very well Eve, he might forgive you."
The city hall was the same place where I begged Fred not to dump me in the past and after so much pleading, he agreed.
I smiled at my thoughts. This time, I would be the one dumping the idiot.
"Alright, let's go."
A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class was parked across the street from the luxurious hotel.
The back window rolled down slowly to reveal a man's frosty side profile. His jaw clicked the moment he saw Maeve walking out in the same black dress he had kept flanked by the reporters and a younger girl walking beside her who chased them away.
His eyes turned dark and penetrating.
"Ahh, please be gentle hng." Her moan still filled his ears again. His face and body still tingled with her soft kisses.
He fiddled his fingers as though the woman's warmth were still lingering on his fingertips.
No woman has made him feel this much longing and need. Not even the best seductress in the country.
"Investigate the woman in my black dress." He said calmly, eyes moving around her body staring as her hips swayed with every movement she made.
She was beautiful, but what would beauty do for a man like him?
"Yes, Mr Grey." The car suddenly drove away.
After a few minutes... "Mr Grey, that woman is Maeve Orchard. The new wife of your nephew Fred Orchard."
"Fuck!"