Broken was what Heather felt as she stood still, her feet frozen to the ground at the image before her. Her boyfriend was tongue deep into her step-sister, they were so indulged in each other that no one noticed her at the door.
"Natalia!" Heather shouted, hoping that could break them apart but only received a smirk from her boyfriend who still held on to Natalia's waist.
Heather's heart skipped a beat at the void, emotionless look on his face. He didn't seem to have any care in the world at being caught cheating.
"What is it, bitch!" Natalia shrieked, annoyance clear in her voice, as she turned around, throwing her an angry look.
"Natalia what did I ever do to you? And you Richard? After a whole year of dating? You two are unbelievable!" Heather huffed angrily, tears clouding her eyes.
To think that Richard had promised to marry her when the time came, just proved her nativity.
If Natalia wanted to play such a game, the two could play the betrayal game.
"Aren't you supposed to be getting married tomorrow, Natalia? Does Richard know that?" Heather asked looking between them expecting a look of shock on her ex-boyfriend's face but found none.
As if he got her intention behind her revelation, Richard laughed out mockingly, Natalia following him.
"Yes I know Heath, it's no big deal at least your sister is sweeter than you, not that I have ever tasted you, Nat is a real woman," Richard spitefully called her out for always saying no to his sexual desires.
Heather felt as if someone poured a bucket of cold water as they both laughed mockingly at her.
"You heard that siz, now scram before things turn out worse for you, as for my wedding tomorrow, hmm… we'll see…" Natalia said, not showing any sign of interest, what awaited her.
Running to her room, all she felt was the pain of betrayal stinging her like a sharp knife.
Banging on the door got her jerking out of bed, half asleep. Heather stumbled towards the door with her head still spinning from sleep and all the crying she had done all night. She opened the door only to see her angry father standing at the door.
From his heavy breathing, she could tell he was furious. Had Natalia told him anything bad about her again? Heather was never caught by surprise each time she would be blamed for sister's faults.
"Dad?" She groaned as she attempted to clear her by rubbing on them.
Donald Williams scoffed at the audacity of his daughter, who slept peacefully while her sister seemed to have disappeared on her wedding day.
"Where is your sister, Heather!" He barked at her, noticing how she jumped in fright at the tone of his voice.
Heather knitted her brows, confused at her father's question.
"How would I know that, dad? We don't share a room," Heather pointed out feeling agitated at the mention of her sister.
"Well your sister is missing on her wedding day, and we can't afford to offend the Anderson Family!" Donald said as he felt frustration getting the better part of him.
If Natalia was not around, then he had no choice but to give out Heather instead. The Anderson agreement was that he would offer his eldest daughter for marriage and Natalia, being his legitimate daughter, was the ultimate choice.
"I don't know, maybe she's out for a run or something, it's still early, wait for her," Heather replied rudely, ignoring the reprimanding look on her father's face.
She had had enough of this family, always treating her like trash, like she didn't belong.
"You are very rude Heather, if it were not for your sister missing I wouldn't spare you a look! Just like your mother, so selfish!" Donald said, pointing an accusing finger at her.
Heather felt her eyes sting in tears as she heard the mention of her mother. She had never seen her and no one, not even the servants are allowed to mention her.
Before Heather could say anything a slap landed on her face making her see stars.
"Where is my daughter? She told me you argued last night, did you do anything bad to her, you wench!" Matilda, her stepmother, accused shoving her head back.
What had happened caught Donald by surprise as he quickly reacted, getting his wife away from Heather.
"Matilda calm down, I'm sure that Nat will be here soon," Donald held her, engulfing her in a hug. He knew Heather was capable of many things, but not kidnapping her sister.
As they left, Heather sat on the bathroom floor, her cheek stinging from the slap. To think that her father didn't stop her stepmom from hitting her, she couldn't help but feel neglected and hated.
A feeling she was used to ever since young, it was said her mother dumped her at the mansion and ran away and Donald took pity on her, despite being her father.
Heather hoped that everything on the notary would go well, and that Natalia would crawl up from wherever hole she crawled in.
At the mansion, Donald paced restlessly at yet another call forwarded straight to voicemail. It was so unlike Natalia to just up and disappear without a word. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the phone screen, praying that his deals would not fail because of his daughter.
Just then his phone rang, pulling him out of his thoughts, but his heart almost stopped at seeing the person on the caller ID.
"Hello, Mr. Wilson, how are you doing today?" He quickly answered, trying to hide the panic in his voice.
"Hello, Donald I hope the bride is ready, my grandson is on his way to the notary," Wilson Anderson, inquired getting straight to the point.
Donald bit his lip and hesitantly answered, "Yes Mr. Wilson, your grandson's bride is ready, you know I'm a man of my word."
From the staircase, Heather, who had unintentionally eavesdropped on the conversation sighed in relief. Finally, it appeared Natalia had come to her senses.
She couldn't help but muse at her father's greed for wealth and power to imagine he would sacrifice his precious daughter to a strange man, who was rumored to be an old man at that, was impressive.
She chuckled to herself, somehow glad that karma would catch up to Natalia for all the hell she had caused her in the mansion.
"Heather! Come here," her father called his tone high as he saw her standing at the staircase smiling to herself. He could never understand why despite what they did to Heather, she always looked happy and okay with it.
Occasionally that made his heart regret all the mistreatment she received from her stepmother but on remembering what her mother did to him, he couldn't lift a finger.
"Dad? I hear that your favorite daughter is back, can we head to the notary?" Heather couldn't hide her amusement as she grinned openly.
"Well too bad because she's not back yet, there will be some changes," Donald explained sternly.
"What? She's not back? What will happen to the wedding then? What changes?" Heather threw questions at him in confusion.
Matilda, who was not far from the discussion, smirked at the turn of events, 'Donald was a fool to think that she would give out her only daughter to an old man!'
"You are going to take your sister's place Heather!" Donald announced the words hitting Heather like a brick of stone. She felt her breath hitch at the abrupt decision from her father.
"What! But I can't…" Heather stuttered feeling her heart race.
"I didn't suggest Heather, it's decided!" Donald ordered signaling for the maids to get her ready, not caring about the whimper that left his daughter's mouth at the decision.