Chapter 1 Rough Draft: Omega

A Wedding to Remember

The only time I ever want to see Blair in a wedding dress is at the end of an aisle that leads to me. Not this. Not for another man. I purposely shield my gaze from her appearance, choosing to look down at the ground. I refuse to ruin that moment for myself by entertaining this twisted spectacle taking place right before me. Because that day will come, even if I have to destroy every goddamn thing she’s tied to.

I am not the kind of man who willingly allows something so precious to be taken from him, passively sitting by like some cuck. Yet here I am. They have forced me to sit in the front row while my mind battles the injustice. I shift in my seat, anxious thoughts swirling like a tornado of chaos. Finally, I find my balance when my feet take purchase, planting wide on the ground, my fists locked together, and my jaw grinding so tight that I might shatter my teeth. Blair is mine, and every step she takes toward another man feels like a blade sawing through my ribs.

Rage surges so hot I’m shaking with it. Jealousy souring my mouth, my lips thin with displeasure. No one else gets to have her. No one. I’ll wait. Not because I am any more patient, but because I want the world to witness just how far I’ll go for her. I swallow the lump in my throat and blow out a breath. I can’t bring myself to look at Blair right now. The embers in her eyes have dimmed, now glistening with tears of pure hatred. Her face silently begs me to do something, anything, to save her. The wedding march plays, mocking me. She grips her bouquet so fiercely that her knuckles have gone stark white, as if the flowers are the only thing anchoring her to the present. She must realize that I am not so easily swayed by the twisted games of these bastards. All of the turmoil around us has clouded our judgment. We took too many things for granted, such as our own security. Now we stand on a fault line that could crack beneath us at any moment, shattering us like thin ice.

The Beginning of Chaos

It’s hard to believe it’s only been a few months since we met, and together, we've lived through enough betrayal to last a lifetime. We were both misled by the people we trusted the most. Now, their deception has caught up with us in ways neither of us expected. Looking back, the signs were there. I was too consumed by ambition and the promise of something greater to see how carefully I was being steered toward this moment. And I know exactly when it all started—landing in Denver with nothing but a napkin, a phone number, and a mysterious woman with no name.

Ding!

The bell chimes overhead as the last few passengers board the plane. I slip into my first-class seat by the window, carefully tucking my small leather duffel under the seat in front of me. I take a moment to adjust, smoothing the lapel of my suit like I’m about to be photographed for the cover of Forbes. God forbid I develop a wrinkle—I’d sooner take a bullet. My appearance is the cornerstone of my empire: polished, professional, confident. It’s not vanity, it’s branding.

Financial success has always been my drug of choice. I’ve gotten good at sniffing out the right company. Over time, I taught myself how to float through rooms where I clearly didn’t belong—rubbing elbows with Rockefellers, Vanderbilts, Fords, and Astors. Do I care about their approval? Not really. Do I want their friendship? Absolutely not. I just need them to think I’m one of them. It’s a game of camouflage, and so far, it’s been wildly profitable—judging by the steady upward curve of my bank account.

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