Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

Blair was still trying to make sense of it all. Sitting all alone in the now empty living room, she was staring into space, as what she had just learned was still a shock to her. Dylan had left her in the living room so he could go brew coffee for her to drink. Somehow she wished he was with her right now because of the thoughts rushing through her mind, and somehow she was glad she didn’t see his face at the moment because she had doubted him. In all honesty, if anyone had told her that this would happen, she would have said it so plainly with everything in her that it was a lie. But as some would say, “you should never trust people to that extent”.

But Samantha was different. They had been best friends for over ten years. They had watched each other grow, gotten into trouble for each other, and even had plans for how their weddings would be. It was safe to even say that they had spent more than half of their lives forever. Somehow she felt like she should just barge into Richard’s apartment, hold him by his shirt and really question him till he said it was a lie. How could Sam? How could her sister?

It didn’t really make sense that Sam would want to betray her like this. There was no reason to– or was there? They were like sisters in fact. Blair could still remember how they had met years ago. They were in middle school and she had stood up for Sam against some bullies who were trying to give her a “cleanse from her sorrowful life” according to them. They had bathed her in a horrible mixture of liquids she was not even sure of. Being the social butterfly then, she did not let them get away with it. After she had interrupted them, she had taken Sam over to the bathroom, gotten her cleaned up, and given her a talk on how no one should ever trample on her.

The both of them grew real close after that, sharing their meals at school together. Blair had been the outspoken one right from when they were younger, and Sam had been the calm and collected one. This didn’t seem like something a person with Sam’s character could do. She trusted Sam with her life. Weren’t these kind of stories only in the movies? It felt so unreal. Why would Samantha try to break up her marriage? Why would Sam want to hurt her? After all they had been through? After their whole life together. Then again, people also said that the quiet ones were the most dangerous.

Despite all this, would Richard have lied about it? He really had no reason to. He had no reason to set Samantha up. If this was really true, then Samantha had hurt her. She had really done what she never thought was possible.

So there it was, she had been stabbed at the back by the one person she had called a sister.

Gosh

She felt so used. She felt so horrible. Not only had she been hurt, she had also hurt Dylan herself. She had so blindly believed that Dylan had betrayed her. She was on the brink of tears. She wasn’t sure it was because of the hurt or the anger. Was this some sort of payback for not trusting him? Finding out that her best friend had betrayed her?

She felt so bad. A thousand thoughts were running through her mind. Did she really deserve it? Had she treated Sam badly in any way? Had Sam been angry about something to have done this? Had the friendship between her and Sam been a lie? Did Sam really consider her a friend at all?

Whatever the reason, Sam had no right. She had been through a lot because of Sam for her to have done this. They had been through so much for them to be think evenly of each other.

Blair rubbed her temples. She felt a wave of emotions rushing in– anger, sadness and even frustration. This hit hard like a ton of bricks. She just had to be the one they saw as stupid. Richard had played her and Samantha had been in on it too. They must have seen her as vulnerable. This wasn’t the first time that had happened. A lot of people had taken advantage of the fact that she trusted people too easily. It started with her friends back in high school who took her niceness for granted, and even her first boyfriend who had ruthlessly broken her heart because she was. But Samantha doing this hurt even more. Their bond was stronger. Their friendship was almost perfect.

She scoffed. Looking past the relationship she and Samantha had, Richard and Samantha thought she wouldn’t find out. Sam even had the guts to behave like everything was okay between them. This was going on at her back and Sam had been smiling with her and pretending like they were still best friends. Now she could add disgust to the top of the list of emotions she was feeling at the moment. Samantha had really outdone herself this time. She didn’t think that if she confronted her, she would have a reasonable explanation as to why she did all this. She didn’t even want to assume anything and get herself angrier, she would just ask her personally.

Blair guessed that it really took a second for a human being you trusted to turn their back on you and betray you. This was real and she knew that she would not just heal ordinarily like that.

Hearing footsteps approach from the kitchen, she guessed Dylan was done and he was making his way towards her with a hot cup of coffee she really needed right now. Coffee was one liquid that made her mind relax. She took in a deep breath and tucked her hair behind her ears.

Blair curled herself in her bed as she cried her heart out. The moment Dylan left she could only cry and couldn’t stop crying.

“Blair!?” Richard shouted from the living room.

He quickly dashed to her room and found her curled up in bed, crying her eyes out.

“What happened? I heard of the situation when I got back?” He asked.

Blair kept quiet, she did not respond.

“Blair?” He spoke softly and sat beside her.

“Richard. Dylan came here, we fought, I showed him the pictures. He left me.” She cried.

Richard could only stare in shock. He wondered how they found her in his house and how they got there.

He gave her a light hug and patted her back.

“Shhhh, it’s okay now Blair” he cooed.

Their relationship seemed to have come to an end.

He was happy that everything worked accordingly. He wanted to laugh out loud but he kept his cool.

Blair only cried for the sake of love lost. She cried for the man she lost, she cried because she felt that part of what he said was true. She cried because she was confused.

She wept bitterly and in anguish.

Richard left her when she calmed down a bit. He just went into his room and smiled devilishly.

“Yes Blair. You will be mine now, your bloody husband will not be with you anymore. You have pushed him away with your own hands.” He laughed.

He laughed maniacally and danced wildly in his room.

Meanwhile Blair was still shaken by the encounter she had with Dylan. She remembered his words ‘you don’t know me’.

She was very sure that the person in the picture was Dylan. He said he didn’t know the woman still, what if he was just lying to her? She asked herself.

Everything in her head was scattered and her vision became hazy. She could barely see the ceiling and she also felt very lightheaded.

Her cries made her fall asleep as she didn’t have the strength to keep crying.

~~~~

“How did it go?” Dylan’s friend asked him as he entered the car.

“Not good. You know what, let’s just leave this place. I don’t care anymore.” Dylan answered coldly.

“Woah woah woah, that is your wife Dylan. What happened there?” He asked once again.

“She’s crazy, that’s what. She doesn’t trust me, she thinks I cheated.” He explained as he held his head with his hands.

His friend squinted, taking a weird look at him.

He stared back at his friend in shock.

“Oh come on! Really now? Is this how you all see me?” He asked surprised. It wasn’t just his wife.

“What? Well you had a reputation back then and now it is hunting you.” His friend confirmed.

Dylan scoffed.

“Jesus Christ! Shut up man, will you? You’re making this worse for me right now. Besides I did not cheat on anyone in the past, yes I had flings but I did not cheat.” Dylan explained.

His friend sighed.

“I know man, I just wanted a reaction from you.” He chuckled.

“I will fucking kill you in your sleep without hesitation. Watch your back.” Dylan responded and drove out of the building, into the road.

His friend laughed. He wanted to lighten the situation a bit. Everyone was too serious and he felt using Dylan as a scapegoat could help.

“Did you ask her how she got the pictures?” He asked Dylan.

“No man. But it was anonymous, I didn’t see an ID when I checked them. I have no idea who sent them.” Dylan explained.

“Do you think Richard has something to do with it?” His friend asked him.

“Why didn’t I think of that, if I find out that he had something to do with it I will destroy him. He will regret messing with me.” His voice was hard.

Dylan thought that it was possible for Richard to be involved in whatever was going on. And the fact that Blair met him first after she found out was suspicious. She was living comfortably with the enemy and that was messed up to Dylan.

He was hurt by her words. Never had he let anyone speak to him that way before. Only she had the power to do so and he gave her that power because he loved her and she was his wife.

She said words that cut deep into his soul that he couldn’t close the cut. He kept asking himself if she even loved him at all. If she knew him to an extent, because Blair back there was a different person he had never seen.

Blair let anguish course through her veins. She sounded so pathetic to him and he couldn’t even get a good reason for her actions from what she said.

She didn’t even let him explain before believing that shit about him. And that alone hurt Dylan, he wouldn’t have done that to her.

Dylan was not sure he would be able to handle the gut wrenching feeling that he felt in his stomach. He felt pain everywhere in his body and there was no cure for it.

All he knew was hurt. The woman he thought really loved him and trusted him with everything she had, betrayed him. Once again Dylan knew never to trust a woman.

He drove to his house, his friend followed him as well.

The detective already left for the station before Dylan came out of Richard’s building.

Dylan got to his house. The home he once shared with Blair.. He picked up a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen counter and gulped down some.

“You’ll resort to drinking now? You know being a drunk at this point isn’t the solution.” His friend told him, he opened the fridge to fetch a bottle of apple juice.

“What is then? Crying?” Dylan asked.

“Finding a solution to your problem dumb ass.” He answered.

“Can you shut up and drink that?” Dylan asked, irritated by his friend.

His friend raised his two hands in surrender.

“I was just suggesting, you big scary monster” he laughed.

“It’s either I leave you here or you leave my house. I can’t do this with you right now.” Dylan held his head with one hand.

“Please leave me here.” His friend replied and turned on the television. He sipped his drink with his legs crossed.

“Idiot” Dylan muttered and left for his room.

He kept the bottle on the table where Blair usually sat to style her hair. Her hair, how he missed playing with it.

The room smelled of her. The bathroom, the bed, the wardrobe, the table, the air and even his clothes.

Dylan felt so frustrated and out of options. He would have to inform her parents and his parents as well. They already started to ask for her whereabouts.

He kept asking himself how he would explain to her parents, his parents, even her friend.

He sobbed.

He lost her.

Dylan decided to wait till the following day before he told their parents.

That night he slept with Blair’s nightdress in his hands.

~~~~~

The next morning Blair decided to first turn on her phone. She found missed calls and text messages. She couldn’t check it the day before because she had only opened it for Dylan to see the pictures. She turned it off immediately after he finished checking the pictures.

She read through the texts and decided to call her friend first.

“Jesus Christ Blair! Where have you been? Are you alright? I’ve been trying to call you for ages but your phone has been dead.” She shouted and spoke calmly at the same time.

“Sorry Sam. There was a situation.” She responded, her voice sounded raspy.

“What kind of situation? What happened to your voice? Blair? Are you okay?” She asked.

“I’m at Richard’s place.” Blair told her.

“Really? And what are you doing there? Dylan told me a few days ago that he couldn’t find you. He sounded so tired and worried and you’re at Richard’s” she countered.

“It’s not what you think Sam. Can you come over? We can talk then.” Blair said,

“Alright Blair. There better be a good explanation for all of these” Sam warned.

“Thank you Sam”

“I’ll be there soon, calm down.” She assured her and dropped the call.

Blair went into the bathroom to take a shower, she removed her bandages. Her hands weren’t so bad anymore, but the stitch marks remained there.

She took her shower and wore some of the clothes that Richard gave her. She took a hair brush from the bathroom cupboard and brushed her hair back.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had dark circles under her eyes, they were hollow. Her skin was pale and her lips were white. She took a pink lip balm from her purse and used some on her lips to give it a bit of life.

Her lips shook as she put it on, fresh tears dropped from her eyes.

An hour later Samantha arrived, Richard wasn’t home. It was just Blair.

“Blair!” She hugged her friend tight.

“Hey Sam” she greeted and hugged her back.

“What happened to you?” She asked as she held Blair’s hands out.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Blair turned away and headed towards the kitchen.

“Coffee is fine. I missed your coffee” she confessed. Blair smiled faintly.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Alright then. I’ll make two cups.” She said.

She made coffee and took it to the living room where Sam was seated. Blair handed her a cup and took one for herself while she sat beside her.

They both sipped their coffee quietly until Sam spoke.

“You haven’t answered my question Blair,” Sam reminded her.

Blair kept her cup on the table and cleared her throat. She looked down and picked at her fingers, she didn’t know how to tell Sam that she was right all along.

“Dylan has another woman, Sam” she spoke softly.

“What? Are you being serious right now?” Her eyes grew wide as she spoke

Blair explained everything to her. From the messages down to her confrontation with Dylan.

“This is bullshit Blair! I warned you to remember but you decide to play the girl who is in love. I had a feeling that he would hurt you, I just knew he was hiding something.” She confirmed her suspicions.

“Yes, you were right and I should have listened to you.” A tear slipped from her eye.

“Oh Blair” Sam pulled her into a hug. She rubbed her back gently while Blair cried softly.

“It will be okay. You’ll get through this, promise.” She cooed.

“Thank you Sam,” Blair replied and wiped her tears with her shirt sleeve.

“It’s okay. Do you want me to stay with you?” Sam asked.

“No, I’m okay.” Blair answered and smiled.

“Alright then. Please do not turn off your phone again. I’ll call you.” She stood up from the couch and made to leave.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you again,” she laughed.

She hugged Blair one last time before leaving.