What is he going to do?

Chapter Two.

Diane's Point Of View.

I drove off her car to the location that was sent to me on my phone. I had to use my mouth wash since I didn't have my bath when coming here.

"You can't just break my heart and go scot free." I said to myself standing at the entrance of the wedding hall.

I walked inside and a lot of people were surprised to see me, some could identify me and some couldn't. I could see some people taking pictures also. I noticed the guards wanted to stop me, but before they could do that...

I ran to where the bride and groom stood in the middle of exchanging their vows and pushed away the bride. Once she was out of the way, I turned to him without even looking at his face and began hitting him.

 "If you were tired of me, you could have just broken up with me! How could you do this to me huh? If you wanted to break my heart, couldn't you at least do it properly?" I yelled, my eyes filled with tears as I continued hitting him.

Suddenly, I couldn't move my hand anymore as his hands held my wrist and my anger spiked. Since this didn't seem like it was enough to stop this marriage from ever happening, I had to do something else.

 "Don't you even dare try and stop me, I am carrying your baby so I have every right to..." I was shouting loud enough for everyone to hear when his voice cut me off.

 "Who the heck are you?"

 'Wait a minute, that wasn't Andrew's voice,' I realized and looked up. 'Oh my goodness! What have I done? I just destroyed a stranger's wedding.'

 I must have come to the wrong location, I brought out my phone from my jeans as I saw that I came to the wrong location.

 I should have realized when I couldn't see his head merely by bending my head. Andrew was scarcely taller than me so it shouldn't have been easy to avoid looking at him. 

' Wow, this man is tall though,' I reasoned just as the loud murmuring of the crowd reached my ears and I looked around only to notice the bride had left the hall while most of the guests were holding up phones and cameras as everyone watched us keenly. ' Shit, I fucked up big time and this couple must not be ordinary people for so many reporters to be here.'

I couldn't give up easily, I couldn't admit that I was at fault as this embarrassing mistake would destroy my reputation. What have I done? What should I do now? 

 "I said who are you?" The man yelled again and I shivered at the harshness of his voice.

 "Don't pretend as if you don't know me," I snapped back in reply, deciding to stick with everything I had said since there was no way out.

 "I don't know who you are, stop this nonsense you are doing right now!!!" He snarled and I had to cover my ears. Looks as if this man here has some anger issues.

 "Do you really think that it'll be that easy to get rid of me when I'm pregnant for..." I was in the middle of yelling when he grabbed my wrist and began dragging me out of the hall. 

 "Thank goodness, I'm out of there," I thought, feeling extremely relieved once we were both outside.

 A car drove to our front shortly after and he walked to the other side of the car to get in, finally leaving me alone. I fling my hand in pain, feeling the effects of his grip now that he had let go.

 "Get inside the car, you bitch!" I heard him yell as the windows of the door in front of me rolled down only to show him sitting behind the steering wheel.

 "Where are we going?" I asked as I noticed the man who had driven the car over walking away from a corner of my eye.

 "Should I get you into the car myself?" He threatened.

 "I'm sorry, I'm just going to pay for the damages, sorry for this! I haven't achieved my goal today." I apologized to him as I stretched out my phone to him so I could collect his number.

I need to destroy Andrew's wedding before he takes the vow. He didn't collect my phone, then I tried going.

He gripped my waist and placed me in the car with force, then he sat down beside me.

"Bro!!! You just sprained my leg." I shouted at him as I could feel pain in my ankle.

"I don't give a fuck about that!" He said without emotions.

"I will take over from here." He said referring to the driver as he stopped driving and went ahead to the driver's seat and started driving.

He didn't stop making phone calls when driving without even paying any regard to me. Now that I was looking at him properly, I could notice the fact that he was wearing a designer suit and by the time I put that fact together with the fact that the car was also an expensive model, it was obvious he was very rich.

"Stop staring at me!" He warned looking at me from the front mirror. 

"I'm looking at you because I'm still wondering who gave you the guts to carry me inside your car like I am nothing." She defended herself trying to keep her pride.

 He looked like someone I may have seen on television or in a party but I couldn't think of who exactly he was. I ought to know him since he was obviously among the wealthy people in this city.

 I waited for his response before my phone started ringing and I pulled it out from my pocket only to see that it was my manager. I knew he must have seen what just happened one way or the other and I was very sure he was about to scold me.

 "Hello," I spoke up immediately after picking the call.

 "Hey, where are you right now? Our agency has been getting several calls in regards to the stunt you pulled minutes ago. It's the viral news everywhere! What were you thinking while doing that?" He began shouting and I just ended the call immediately.

 I shouldn't have picked it up in the first place.

 The thought of Andrew came to my mind as I thought of how crazy what I did was and I couldn't help but start crying. It was so painful to think about him. Someone who chased after me, then owned me was now the one breaking my heart. 

 "I hate tears they are irritating," the man growled, still driving and I tried to stop crying but I just couldn't. "Have the posts online been taken down?" I heard next and paused my crying to look at him. "Good work, make sure to handle any more posts that come up."

 Whoa!!! How did he even do that just by making phone calls? He must be really powerful.

 "Get down from the car," I heard next while I was trying to figure out who exactly he was and I looked around.

We were in a secluded place, what did he want to do to me here? There isn't a single soul moving around as I felt scared.

"You must be wondering what I want to do to you!" He started the discussion. 

Don't tell he is going to beat me up? Or kill me? He looks like someone who is capable of doing such.