The Billionaire's Baby Mama

Marina’s POV It's September 21st, the first official day of fall. It's also my wedding day. Sitting in front of the mirror I work on my makeup, while humming the wedding march song. I was beginning to wonder where my older sister was, she was after all my maid of honor. We are only three years apart, growing up we shared everything. Toys, makeup, clothes, and shoes. She is my best friend I love her to pieces. She was the one to introduce me to Charles. Teresa is truly the beauty between us two. Her hair is long and wavy. She has a beautiful brown tint with light brown highlights. She usually keeps her hair half braided and the rest loose. Her eyes are a hazel green. I always envied her for having eyes like our mother. She was the spitting image of our mom. Me on the other hand, I take after our father. He had deep brown eyes and thick curly hair. I inherited those features from him. Teresa had light honey brown skin and I on the other hand have the deep mahogany skin tone. I smiled thinking about the first time Charles and I met, then the day he proposed to me. He proposed to me on my birthday. My 25th birthday. It was a great day. Teresa was there too. I looked around the room spotting her purse on the sofa. She is here but not with me. I decided to get up and go looking for her. I put on the hotel's plush robe leaving my white dress hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I opened the door grabbing my key card and walked out into the hallway. I thought it would be boisterous with the wedding preparations but it was mostly silent. I frowned wondering why it would be so quiet. The only sounds that could be heard was my footsteps echoing down the hallway. I got closer to the room Charles was staying in and heard noises. It sounded like he was in pain. A lot of groaning was happening. I hurried to get a key for his room from the attendant. When I opened the door, I saw Charles was alright. I breathed out in relief. Opening the door further I seen Teresa there with him. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup smeared. I looked closer and noticed that the two of them were in fact having s*x. I couldn’t believe them. My sister and best friend having s*x with my future husband. I closed the door instead and walked back to my room. I covered my mouth to stifle even the smallest sniffle so that no one would hear me. When I got back to my room, I starred at my wedding dress. My dress Teresa helped me pick out. It hung there mocking me. I let out all the anger and hurt I felt on that dress. I cried as I destroyed what was supposed to be my happily ever after dress. The tulle sleeves I ripped off. Cutting into the lacey fabric I tore my dress to shreds. I wasn’t going to wear it. Not after what those two lying pieces of shits did to me. My wedding was supposed to start in about 30 minutes. Instead of donning the now tattered dress I put on a simple shirt and pants. Scrubbing my face clean of the makeup I had. I had locked the door to my suite and asked that no one be let in. I could hear tears and Charles knocking on the door asking to be let in. I even heard my parents say it’s just a but of wedding jitters. I scoffed listening to them pretending that they cared about me. When the ceremony was just about to start, I walked down to the ballroom to address our guest. Charles was already at the front of the archway. Teresa had just taken her time down the aisle. I looked at the two of them scornfully. Now that my eyes were wide open, I could see the passion exuding from her. Everyone was shocked to see that I wasn’t wearing my wedding dress. I could hear their confused whispers behind my back. I turned to face them all and made the announcement. “I’m not marrying Charles. He’s a lying cheating backstabber.” I didn’t have to turn around to see that his eyes were full of shock. I walked away listening to so called family and friends bash me for not going through with the marriage. They were more concerned about the money they had shelled out versus the fact that this man I had been together with for nearly 3 years had been cheating on me. I could hear some people get up and get ready to leave. Until the voice of my sister echoed through the ballroom. “I’ll marry Charles. If he will have me.” I stopped walking away and could see him shrug his shoulders. I don’t know if he was in shock to agree with her but he went along with it. Not only did my sister steal my fiancé, but she also stole my wedding. I was fuming. I didn’t plan on staying there while they said their “I do’s” I went to the reception area and made the bartender give me a bottle of champagne. Forget being a proper lady like our parents forced down my throat. I drank straight from the bottle. It was sweet despite everything inside me being bitter. Everything gets a little fuzzy from there but I remember grabbing a guys hand and pulling him back to my suite. I remembered his lips being soft and luscious. I woke up the next morning with a hangover and an aching body. My curls were covering my face from the brightness of the sun shining through the room. I could feel my body was heavy, no pinned down by something. I turned over to my side to see a strange man lying in bed next to me. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He had his arm draped over my midsection. I tried to rack my brain to figure out how to escape this. I lifted his arm up but he tried to snuggle closer to me. I wiggled slowly from under him until my body was practically on the floor and he was resting his arm now on the massive bed. I noticed a faint rust color on the once pristine white sheets. I had given this stranger my first time? Well, I figured out that I was a horny drunk like my sister. Sucks I had to find out this way now that I was single and my ex-fiancé is now my brother-in-law. Disgusting bastard. I hurried to put on my clothes and rummaged through my sister’s purse she had left. There was $500 in her wallet. I started to wonder where the hell she gotten that money from but assumed it was because of Charles. Whatever. She can have his money and that cheating bastard. I placed the money on the nightstand and left to check out of the room. I probably should have stayed there to find out his name or maybe what all happened that night but one thing I was for sure of was we had s*x and I was a drunken mess. Beau’s POV I reached over to wonder why my hand felt cold. When I opened my eyes, I seen the faint stains of what had transpired that night. Who would have thought that this wild drunk was actually a virgin? I had started to smile, while rising to sit up in the bed. That was when I noticed the wad of green sitting on the table folded up. I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking that she didn’t possibly pay me for services. I reached over to grab the wad of bills. Flipping through them I counted $500. I narrowed my eyes and went for my phone. It only took one ring for my assistant to pick up. I yelled in his ear; he could tell immediately how pissed off I was. “I want that woman found! She had the audacity to pay me for s*x. What the hell do I look like to her?” I hung up the phone after giving him the only information I had of her. I had gotten dressed and heading down to use the money she had brazenly left me to pay for the hotel room. I received a call a few minutes later from my men telling me they had found her at the river saying she was going to jump. The hotel wasn’t that far away from the river. I rushed over there to stop that stupid girl. I had gotten there just as she splashed in the water. I dove straight in saving her from drowning. Pulling her on to shore I told her she will be my wife and have my child.