My Cunny Cousin Covets Everything That's Mine Even My Men

We slept together that night, with me nestled in his arms.

Seconds after getting in bed, I could hear his soft snore behind my ears.

I tried to think about my next move but my memory was too vague.

The scenario was unexpected.

It is just two days away to our wedding, for goddess' sake!

When I couldn't reach an end in my thinking, I accepted the night and just slept.

The next morning, I couldn't feel his presence behind me and I knew he'd left.

I stood up and browsed for the best place to move to base on my current financial status.

I settled with a small city in Australia.

I read that it was surrounded by nature and right now, I need time away from humans.

Their deceptions was killing me and I don't think I could ever trust a soul again.

I picked up the phone lying on his side of the bed.

"How could he be so forgetful?" I scoffed.

"Not as if it's your concern anymore" Laila huffed.

Right!

"Let's peek through it." Her curiousness coursed through my veins and I found the phone clamped in between my palms.

"Laila." I groaned and heard her giggle.

I strike a finger behind it at the round spot waiting for it to unlock but the phone kept vibrating with *mismatched fingerprint* written on its screen in red.

Surprised, I turned the phone around to examine it and saw it was different.

I scoffed. No wonder it wouldn't unlock.

Is..this his secret phone?

And he dared forget it?

I tried different dates - my birthday, the date of our first kiss, his birthday, when I accepted his love, but none worked !

"You might be stupid but he's the most lose - headed person ever!

Try something related to Riley! That bitch..." Laila's anger simmered.

I followed her advice, pretending not to have heard her insult me, and oh, I shouldn't even be shocked!

Riley's birthday was indeed the passcode!

I opened it and found it almost dry, having few apps on it - message box, call, documents holder, Instagram, camera and gallery and few others.

I went to the message box and Riley's profile popped up.

She is the only one he has been chatting with.

My breaths became snatched as I read through their messages, their promises to meet on fixed dates... The documents of the expensive things he was buying for her.

Recently, he bought a whole yacht for her and an estate!

My heart broke into pieces when I saw the next document where he made her his successor after his death - his properties, everything was going to go to her?

I didn't agree to marry him because he is rich, but the thought of this sent shivers down my spine.

I'd been busy looking forward to our marriage when he was meticulously planning a future together with her?

My hands clenched around the phone, my vision shook.

Hot blood rushed in my veins.

The sharp snap of my claws filled my ears as I struggled to stay under control.

I dropped the phone, too angry to continue looking.

"Have a business deal to seal, see ya in the evening!

I did my best to prepare toast bread for you, didn't want to wake you up!

Microwave if you wake up late! No, I'm not judging you for waking up late!" I found a note slapped on the room's door and a scoff left my lips.

Microwave bread?

Is that fvcking possible?!

That asshole!

"Is it not?" Laila's voice came through and I grunts.

"Please, I'd like to be left alone for now." I grimaced and she scoffed.

"I never agreed to this relationship in the first place!" She fired before withdrawing back.

I got dressed and went to work, after throwing the bread in the waste bin.

"Right on time! See me in my office please." The manager chimed when I entered.

I blinked, wondering what the sudden meeting could be about.

"There's a scholarship that wants to sponsor someone from our branch here to the one abroad and right now, you're the only employer I can think of. You work for about two years there and can decide to come back."

"No." My response was abrupt.

His eyes pulled up in surprise before a broken laughter left his lips.

"Do you know what you would be missing? If it's about your marriage, I'm sure Mr Demetrius would understand."

"He wouldn't." I replied, choking on my saliva.

"He won't allow me out of his sight. He is obsessed." I uttered, not having the strength to explain to him that I was going to leave him, and this country.

Definitely not convinced by my reply, he nodded then I excused myself.

I went back home and found Riley and Demetrius in the living room, laughing their stupid asses off.

"Oh! Hi, sister. Your fiancee is so funny!

I dropped by to greet you, how have you been?" I didn't missed the smirk behind her lips.

She raised her finger to remove the eye gunk that was never there, showing off the ring on her finger - the one I had wanted to pick the other day when Demetrius and I went for ring shopping.

He had said it was blank, not good enough for a princess like me and had picked one that looks too flashy which I accepted as a recognition of his true love.

"Poor, poor you with a pure soul, not knowing you're surrounded by evil people!" Laila's words played out in my ears like the Lyrica of a heartbreaking music, its melancholic melodies too strong for me to withstand.