Chapter 115 – An Unbreakable Vow with the Heartless Tycoon

She’s so entranced by the dolls, she doesn’t notice that Leilani, Gabrielle, and the stylists have all left the room. When Waylen opens the door, he sees a woman in a white gown gazing at the dolls. The light is soft and sweet, and the woman looks like a feminine goddess. He smiles to himself, knowing that he helped to design a dress for her. She looks even more beautiful in it than he imagined.

He ensured that the dress was carefully wrapped with a handwritten note. The white dress is meant to be symbolic of his love. If she puts it on, she’s agreeing to stay with him and to love him. His heart pounds with joy in his chest; she’s decided to love him.

Janetta is so distracted, she doesn’t notice that someone has entered the room until she feels a man’s hot breath on her neck. Before she has time to turn around, two strong arms wrap around her from behind. A man’s sharp jaw presses against her shoulder as he leans down to kiss the exposed skin.

“You look astonishing,” he murmurs against her skin.

The warm breath tickles Janetta’s earlobes, and she feels a ripple of joy spreading from her heart. She recognizes Waylen’s voice and can’t believe that he has just complimented her beauty.

“Leilani, do you like what I’ve done for you?” Waylen whispers, his voice thick with desire, “Are you willing to love me?”

Waylen’s words drag Janetta from heaven and send her straight to hell.

“He thinks I’m Leilani,” she thinks miserably, “He’s not in love with me.”

Waylen’s business didn’t go well because he didn’t find Charles. He had to call the search off to get back for the party, and he’s been in a foul mood for days. As he traveled back to the villa he began to worry about Leilani’s response to his gift, and he indulged in a few drinks to help quell his anxiety. Seeing her in the dress instantly calms him, and soothes his heart. He inhales deeply and then frowns.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asks, “I like the way you smell without it.”

He gently turns her around to face him, and Janetta hurries to lower her head to avoid eye contact. She’s never been so close to him before. Even though he had mistaken her for Leilani, his touch makes her feel like she’s floating on a cloud of happiness. Without thinking, she moves closer and buries her head in his arms.

Waylen freezes. It’s rare for him to see her so shy and affectionate, and he feels desire surging to his loin. Eager kisses fall on her earlobes and hair. Janetta closes her eyes with excitement.

“Is the moment coming?” She wonders, “Will I finally belong to Waylen now? God knows I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.”

Waylen vaguely feels something’s not right; he finds it odd that Leilani is being so timid. He suddenly pulls her face up from his arms and is shocked to see Janetta. He feels his eyes narrowing and the passion and tenderness evaporate in an instant. When Janetta meets his gaze, she sees an angry and horrible look.

“It’s you!” he hisses.

“Ye…yes, Mr. Bamford,” she stammers.

For a brief moment, Waylen wonders if he’s drunk. He closes his eyes and rubbed his temples before looking at the woman in his arms. When he opens his eyes, it’s still Janetta, wearing Leilani’s dress and jewelry.

“What the hell are you doing in Leilani’s dressing room?” Waylen’s voice is as cold and dark as if it’s coming from the depths of the ocean.

“I’m… er… changing clothes…” Janetta says, stumbling backward away from Waylen.

Suddenly Waylen grabs her pearl necklace. He pulls her back toward him, and the pearls dig into the tender skin of her neck. She wants to scream at the terrifying look on Waylen’s face.

“Who told you you could wear this dress?” he growls.

“It was Leilani,” Janetta chokes out, “She put me up to it, I swear.”

Leilani’s name has an instant effect on Waylen. He lets go of the necklace and she falls to the floor, coughing fiercely. Janetta’s face is as gray and ashen as dust.

“It was her,” she chokes out, “Really.”

“Did she just tell me that Leilani gave this dress to her?” Waylen thinks, outraged, “Did Leilani give her sister the dress I personally designed for her?”

Waylen looks at the pearls on the dress’ neckline and feels a pain sting his heart.

“Take it off,” Waylen commands coldly.

Janetta freezes, “You mean the dress?”

“Now!” Waylen snaps.

Janetta feels hope and joy rising in her chest. Waylen just asked her to take her clothes off and that could only mean one thing: he thinks that she is beautiful after all. Janetta takes the dress off shyly. She’s nervous and her hands are shaking too much to move the delicate zipper. Since she’s slightly bigger than Leilani, it’s difficult to move the zipper—it took a lot of effort to put the dress on, and taking it off is proving to be almost impossible.

Waylen reaches out and rips the dress. Janetta hears the seams popping, and feels the cool air touching her suddenly bare skin. Gradually, Waylen reveals her sensuous body. Although she has often imagined showing her body to Waylen, she never imagined it would happen so soon. She blushes with a mixture of joy and shyness—she’s never shown her body to a man before.

Finally, the tearing stops and the dress falls to the floor in shreds. Janetta doesn’t know how to feel about Waylen’s eager roughness, she feels her face flaming. Nervously, she reaches out and touches Waylen’s chest.

“Wait a minute,” she whispers, “I want you to know that you’re my first, Waylen, and I’ll try my best for you.”

Waylen frowns, repulsed by her touch and her voice. Without thinking, he pushes her away and she slams roughly into the wall. She blinks and before she realizes what’s happening, he slaps her across the face. The slap is hard enough to make her lose her balance and she falls to the floor, slamming heavily against the wall. Some of the dolls fall from the shelves and broken limbs and cracked faces litter the floor around her.

Janetta hears a ringing in her ears, and she tries to make sense of the situation.

“What is going on? Why did Waylen suddenly slap me?” she wonders, “Didn’t he tell me to take the dress off?”

Waylen’s cold and patronizing voice descends on her like a hammer, “F.u.c.k off.”

Janetta looks a mess. Her hair is in disarray and her face is puffy from the slap She doesn’t understand where she went wrong, but she knows enough to flee from the dressing room.

Waylen massages his temples after Janetta leaves the room. He feels awful as if his head will burst with pressure. He opens his eyes and looks at the shreds of the dress on the ground. He can’t help but feel that his heart must look the same. The dress was designed specifically for Leilani, and he doesn’t want to see it on any other woman.

Janetta exits the changing room in nothing but her thong and bra. Tears streak her face and her makeup runs. The maid’s party guests are almost too astonished by the sight of her to speak.

Leilani exits Gabrielle’s bedroom in time to see Janetta’s half-n.a.k.e.d, retreating figure. She grabs one of the maids and demands an explanation.

“Miss Peters wore the dress Mr. Bamford gave you without his permission,” the maid explains, “That really pissed him off, and he slapped her and ordered her out of your dressing room. I overheard it all.”

“Waylen’s back?” Leilani asks.

In his absence, she has been staying in Gabrielle’s room, and no one notified her of his return. She rushes upstairs, passing Janetta sobbing in Katherine’s arms. Katherine’s sharp eyes lock onto Leilani.

“Leilani, stop!” she orders.

Leilani approaches the women and sees Janetta’s puffy face and red eyes. She’s wearing a matching white lace bra and thong, and she’s cowering in Katherine’s arms. Maids have gone for a towel for Janetta to cover herself with. Before Leilani can ask any questions, Anthony rushes over to the women.

“What’s going on?” he demands.

Upon seeing Leilani, Janetta jumps away from her mother and lunges toward her half-sister, ready to get her revenge. Vanessa steps in front of her to stop her from striking Leilani.

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