Revenge of the Billionaire’s Bride

Bianca's POV.

This was it. It was finally happening. Everyone was busy with their own tasks while I sat in a high-end chair, my chin held up, feeling like the queen I’d been for the past ten years with my relationship with Russell. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. At last, we were getting engaged.

“Fix her makeup! Everyone, don’t slack off. Move quickly; we need to make sure this engagement event is perfect!” The head makeup artist was stressed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His assistant wiped them away as he focused on working his magic on my face.

“Ma’am, are you excited about your engagement event with Mr. Miller?”

I nodded, unable to hide the excitement on my face, and almost squealed. “Yes, I can’t believe that after all these years of being together, he finally asked me to marry him.”

“Well, you deserve it, Ma’am. Not only are you beautiful, but you’re also a high-class woman. You’re rich, and he’s rich too. No one can ruin your relationship.”

I smiled at him and looked at myself in the mirror as they continued to work on me. I couldn’t help but compliment myself—I looked beautiful. The shades of makeup they applied to my eyeshadow suited me perfectly, making my face look like a doll. My eyes popped, my nose looked sharp, and my lips were naturally reddish.

When they finished my makeup, they helped me into the gown. Once everything was settled, I took a good look at myself in the mirror. The gown was white and elegant, with a slit on the side that sparkled. I couldn’t help but become teary-eyed as I gazed at my reflection.

“Ma’am, the driver is waiting for you,” one of the servants said, approaching me.

“The show is about to start. Let’s go!” I told them as I stepped out of the dressing room. When I got outside, the limousine was already waiting for me, and the driver opened the door. I got inside and couldn’t help but imagine our perfect wedding. I’d make sure it was the grandest wedding in the world. I also wanted to ensure that my fans, my career, and my reputation remained intact.

Everyone knows me as the social elite, a high-class, powerful woman of my generation, and marrying someone of my stature would only solidify my reputation. When the car finally stopped, the driver opened the door for me. As soon as I stepped out of the limousine, camera flashes lit up around me. I was used to this kind of event—the cameras, the spotlight, they were all on me.

As I walked towards the front porch of the building, I knew they were excited to see me.

“We are reporting live as Ms. Bianca arrives at the event.”

As I entered, stepping into the building and walking down the hallway, all eyes turned towards me, and I waved at them. I couldn’t help but smile. I had been dreaming of this moment for so long. I’d loved Russell with all my heart for the past ten years. Ten long years, and finally, he asked me. Now this event would change my entire life.

Everyone was whispering, watching me as I walked towards the center. Suddenly, the lights went out, and I couldn’t help but feel excited as I waited for Russell to appear.

“Everyone, may I have your attention, please.”

When I looked towards the stage at the front, I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a beat. It softened at the sight of him standing there. As I gazed at his handsome appearance, I couldn’t help but be amazed. He looked so dashing, and his posture was truly captivating. The black tuxedo he wore suited him perfectly. His clean haircut made him look even more professional. His hairstyle was fitting, his jawline was sharp, and his eyes were piercing. He was incredibly handsome—mature and strikingly beguiling, making it impossible not to be mesmerized by him.

The event itself was grand. Everything looked deluxe, fancy, and truly remarkable. I couldn’t help but think that my life was perfect just the way it was. And it was about to become even more perfect when he would ask me to join him on that very stage, in front of these social elites like us.

“As you all know, I have a girlfriend, and I’ve been meaning to ask her something. I want all of you, the invited guests here, to witness this moment as I propose to the love of my life.”

I smiled and adjusted my gown as I walked backstage, preparing myself because I knew he was about to call me. “Oh Russell, I love you so much,” I whispered to myself.

When he looked in my direction, he smiled, and we exchanged glances. Then, he suddenly spoke again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you all to meet Ms. Veronica Lopez. She’s been my girlfriend for a year and a half, and she’s the love of my life. Today, I want you all to witness our love for each other.”

I froze in place, feeling as if something had pierced my heart, like a cold blade stabbing me from front to back. It was as if cold water had been poured over me, and I stood there, paralyzed. As I watched, a woman passed by me and walked up onto the stage, joining Russell at the center. The two of them embraced as everyone applauded, and some cheered.

I shook my head several times. “What is the meaning of this? I thought...” I couldn’t understand. What was happening?

Suddenly, Russell knelt down in front of her. She was wearing a red gown, identical in design to mine. And the audacity of her to cover her mouth as if she was shocked by the event unfolding in front of her.

“Veronica, will you marry me?”

“Oh yes, Russell, I will marry you!”

And with that, I was filled with rage. Before they could kiss each other right in front of all these people, I stormed up onto the stage and marched towards the center.

“What is the meaning of this?!” I demanded.

Both of them turned to look at me, and everyone gasped in surprise.

Bianca's POV.

"Bianca, what are you doing here?!" Russell asked. His brows furrowed, and he frowned as he turned to face me.

I looked at the two of them in disbelief before glancing at the crowd watching us on the stage. "I can't believe this! I thought we were about to get married! You told me to come to this event because you said you were going to ask the woman of your life to marry you. And that's me, right?! We've been together for ten years!" I couldn’t believe I was saying this to him, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "I cannot believe you!"

Russell and Veronica exchanged glances and then started laughing. Their laughter echoed through the hallway, filling the entire building. I shook my head several times, unable to comprehend what was happening. I wanted to pinch myself to wake up from this nightmare. But it wasn’t a dream. This was real. They were really laughing at me, and I was being humiliated.

"Oh, Bianca. I'm sorry to break it to you, but I just invited you to this event as a guest, not as my future bride."

"W-What?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "Russell, don’t tell me you’re lying? You must be joking! This must be a joke!" I said in disbelief.

Before Russell could explain, Veronica took the microphone, brought it to her mouth, and slowly walked toward me. "You're such a delusional brat. Can’t you see? Russell dumped you. He’s had enough of you. After ten years together, he’s grown tired of you because you’re not enough for him. The signs were there—he didn’t have time for you anymore. You should have taken that hint that there was no love left for you. And now, you didn’t even bother to find out who was actually getting engaged today. You just assumed it was you he was going to marry? How pathetic of you, Ms. Bianca, the so-called social elite. This must be so embarrassing for you. Give her a round of applause, everyone!"

And then everyone applauded. They cheered for Veronica, smiled at her, and congratulated her. I just stood there, dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe what was happening, what was unfolding right in front of me.

Before I could even defend or explain myself, two guards suddenly grabbed my arms and started dragging me away. "Let go of me, please! Don’t drag me away, please!" I pleaded. "Russell, listen to me!" I begged him, trying to get his attention. But before he could even look me in the eyes, Veronica blocked his view and smirked at me—that taunting, evil smirk—before she turned her gaze back to the guests still clapping for her.

As for me, I watched them fade away slowly in front of me. When the guards finally removed me from the stage and brought me backstage, I was left staring blankly into the void.

"Is that Ms. Bianca? The supermodel? I can’t believe her. She let herself get humiliated like that."

"Yeah, she deserved it. She assumed she was the one Mr. Miller was going to propose to. She was so delusional."

I couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer. I ran away from the place, crying and sobbing in my sorrow.

I covered my face because I didn’t want people to see how miserable I looked. But I couldn’t make my way out easily because they kept bumping into me. For some reason, it was as if they hated me. I know it’s my fault for assuming that Russell would ask me for an engagement, but I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve what’s happening to me right now.

Finally, when I managed to get out of the building, I reached the parking lot and couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I slumped down on the ground and sobbed uncontrollably. Everything was so overwhelming. I had prepared for this engagement, thinking it was meant for me. But it turns out it wasn’t. So, I cried and cried until I almost passed out.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was just one of Russell’s guests or that wretched woman here to humiliate me further. But instead, I heard a low, dangerous voice. It was deep, but somehow, it was alluring.

"Taking out that humiliation, huh?"

I stopped, though the tears kept flowing. I looked up at him, squinting my eyes because it was getting dark, but I could tell he was tall. He was holding a glass of wine, watching me with a strange intensity. I blinked several times, wondering why one of the guests would approach me just to comment like that.

"Get lost. My night is already ruined, and I don’t need your pity."

I stood up, grabbing the hem of my gown so I wouldn’t step on it. Just as I was about to leave the parking lot, I heard him speak again. He was following me.

"Don't worry. I’m not on their side. I despise them."

I stopped walking and looked at him over my shoulder. He was smirking at me. It seemed like he was the type of man who had secrets hidden up his sleeves. He was tall, muscular, wearing a black tuxedo. His hair was neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes were mesmerizing, but I shook my head.

"Get lost. Like I said, I don’t need anyone right now. I’m having a bad time."

I was about to leave. I needed to get home. I needed to get out of here. I didn’t need anyone right now. I needed to escape, maybe fly to another country and just hide. I couldn’t take the humiliation those two had inflicted on me.

Then suddenly, the mysterious man spoke again, stopping me in my tracks.

"Let’s make a wager. I know that humiliation from earlier will haunt you for the rest of your life. So why don’t you try to devise a plan and get back at them for what they’ve done to you?"

I slowly turned to face him, and this time, I couldn’t hold back.

"Who are you? And what do you want from me?"

He paused for a moment before throwing the wine glass he was holding, spilling the wine on the ground. He placed one hand in his pocket and extended the other toward me, asking for a handshake.

"Hi. My name is Ronald Miller. And I am Russell’s half-brother."