The Contract With Her Father's Billionaire Rival-Chapter 39. Violet’s Confession.

Nicolette’s stomach dropped at the sight before her.

Violet was on her knees, about to suck Alaric’s dick.

Alaric was sprawled on the couch, grunting in anticipation.

For a second, her brain refused to process it. Then slowly, it sank in.

The betrayal.

The disgust.

The rage.

The emotions churned in Nicolette’s stomach, hitting her harder than she had expected.

Her husband was with another woman on their wedding day.

They couldn’t even wait for the day to be over!

Violet stood up, packing her hair behind her ears. "You’re interrupting a very special moment."

Nicolette’s blood boiled, her fists tightened at the smirk on Violet’s face, and she just wanted to slap it off—until Alaric grunted again.

This time, she looked at him closely.

His face was contorted.

Beads of sweat sat on his forehead, and he looked like he was in pain.

"Help me..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and low.

Nicolette rushed to him, her heart pounding with fear. He didn’t look well at all.

She stood up, turned to Violet, her voice rising with anger. "What have you done?"

"None of your business," Violet shot back, her eyes gleaming with fury. "Leave us alone."

"No, I won’t!" Nicolette snapped. "He’s my husband."

"And he was my man first before you came!" Violet shouted, matching Nicolette’s tone. "You stole him from me and I... just wanted to have a nice time with him before you..."

Nicolette raised a brow. "A nice time? What did you do?"

Violet paced around the room, her eyes shining with an emotion Nicolette couldn’t place a name on. "I didn’t do anything! It was... we just wanted to have a good time. He wants me," she said, pausing and turning to face Nicolette. "Not you. He just wanted to show me that before you... came in!"

Nicolette’s stomach tightened with pain at Violet’s jab, but she still wasn’t convinced by her statement.

She had been expecting Alaric to share a moment with her after that kiss, after they were now officially married.

Afterall he already had his public wedding, but when he snuck out of the group and she noticed Violet following him, she became suspicious.

She thought they couldn’t get enough of each other. She thought they were going to humiliate her.

If it had been a reporter who walked in instead of her, everything would have been ruined.

She had been mad and disgusted at Alaric, but seeing him now, her anger had melted, redirected at Violet.

She stepped closer, facing Violet with rage in her tone. "I don’t believe you. I don’t believe Alaric would marry me and want to spend time with you. Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking desperate."

Violet gasped and her smirk vanished. Still, she straightened up, trying not to show her disheveled state—but it was too late.

"Just because you have the man now, doesn’t mean you’ll have him forever," Violet found her voice, even though it was shaky and unconvincing.

"Well, this says otherwise," Nicolette replied, flaunting her new diamond ring.

This one was perfect, heavily studded, and she was never letting anyone take it from her again.

Her thoughts drifted briefly to Ronald and how none of her family came for her wedding, but she immediately shook it off.

The wedding had happened.

She was in a stunning dress.

Her hair was styled to perfection.

Her makeup was flawless.

And she felt more beautiful than ever.

Violet’s eyes fell on the ring, and her defenses broke. Her eyes welled up with tears. "It should have been mine!" she sobbed. "I’ve known him longer than you have. I waited six years for him to return! He’s mine and you weren’t even supposed to be married—I ruined your dresses!"

Nicolette gasped at Violet’s confession before anger surged inside her. She moved closer and grabbed Violet by the arm.

"Let me go!" Violet sobbed.

"Is that why you’re wearing a wedding gown? So you would be the substitute bride?" Nicolette asked, laughing so hard. "If he wanted to pick you, why are you the second choice?"

Violet’s tears increased, pouring heavily, smearing her cheeks with her makeup. She yanked her arm away. "Let me go."

Nicolette was enjoying it too much, until Alaric grunted. She released Violet, pushing her on the floor.

"Get the hell out of here."

Violet whimpered as she scrambled out of the room.

Coward.

Once they were alone, Nicolette rushed to Alaric.

"Are you okay?" she asked, though she could tell he wasn’t.

His shirt was soaked with sweat, and he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open.

"Help me..." he muttered.

"Let’s get you out of here," she said, placing her hand over his, trying to help him up.

His face came close to hers and she caught a whiff of alcohol in his breath.

"I’m going to lift you in a moment," she told him. "Ready?" She waited for a sign that said he was ready, but when she got none, she went ahead.

She tried to help him up but lost her balance, falling back on the couch.

"Oh shit, you’re heavy," she grunted, as she tried again.

This time it worked. She got him on his feet, but struggled to keep him steady. Alaric couldn’t stand on his own. He rested his head on her shoulder, his weight almost crushing her.

"You have to stand on your feet so we can continue the wedding," she told him, even though she wasn’t sure he could even understand her.

But his legs buckled, almost sending them back to the couch.

What was she going to do now?

She couldn’t leave him alone by himself, people would ask after him.

And most of the guests—all of them, except Suzie—were from his side. There was no way she could address them in his absence.

"Drug..." Alaric mumbled.

"What?" she asked. "I didn’t get that."

"Violet... drugged... me."

Her eyes widened, the shock of his statement sending them finally to the couch. She set him properly, catching her breath.

"Violet drugged you?"

He gave a weak nod and her stomach twisted.

"That... that... witch!"

How could she drug him when he was already drunk? That could have killed him.

"Aph... rod...isiac..." he said.

Nicolette couldn’t make sense of what he was saying, so she leaned in, putting her ear close to his mouth. "What?"

"Aphrodisiac..." he said again, louder this time.

She gasped. "You have an aphrodisiac in your system?"

He nodded weakly again, and she sprang to her feet.

"What the hell! Violet is pure evil!" she shouted, anger coursing through her and so did guilt.

She had gone mad at Alaric without knowing his predicament.

"Take it out..."

"What?" she asked, dropping next to him again.

"Take it out," he repeated. "That’s the... only way... regain... strength."

Nicolette stood up again, her eyes widened. "Take it out? You can only get it out of your system if you cum."

The realization of her statement sank in.

Oh shit.

She shook her head, pacing round the room.

No. No, no ,no.

There was no way she was...

She looked at him, pressing her shaky fingers to her lips. He was weak, helpless and in discomfort.

The way he looked at her, pleading, made her chest squeeze.

This wasn’t desire. It was desperation.

Now she understood why he was grunting.

"Please... pain..." Alaric murmured, his voice cracking and trembling.

Nicolette turned to him, concern snagging inside her chest.

What would it take?

Sex? Handjob? Blowjob?

Before she could decide, Alaric grunted again. She rushed to him, her cheeks turning pink as she unbuckled his belt.

She winced as she unzipped his pants. "You owe me for this, Mr Allens."