Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 26: It Never Happened

Celine sat on the sofa in her living room, staring blankly at the TV screen with her mouth agape, she didn’t even know what to think at the information she just found out.

A vivid image showed on her TV screen, the image of the same man who she had spent a single night with. Tristan, but to Celine’s utter shock he turned out to be Tristan Grayson. The founder and president of one of the largest companies in Neville, Grayson Corp. Celine still couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Everyone knew who Tristan Grayson was, in the whole of Neville that name caused many to either look up in awe or tremble at his power. Though the general public couldn’t boast of ever seeing his face before because he was a very private person, but it seemed the paparazzi had managed to get a clear image of him which was being showed in the news right now.

She expected to find news about her running off from the wedding immediately she turned on the TV, people cursing at her, or hate spreading everywhere about her, yet instead she found this...

[Tristan Grayson, CEO of Grayson Corp spotted outside Crown hotels.]

He was wearing a large coat that seemed to make his wide torso even wider, his eyes sharp and strict with his hands buried in his pockets. Those hazel eyes looked like gold melted on green leaves, fiery and firm that it could make a cold shiver run down a person’s spine.

The more she stared at him, the more Celine almost found it difficult to believe that this was the same person she had been with last night yet there was no denyng it. Those same eyes, that same face...it was him.

So the media must have taken his picture immediately he left the suite they had shared together last night. In this picture his eyes looked cold, not as warm as it had been when he touched her.

But then, this picture of him didn’t seem to have been taken stealthily, Celine knew the media and how they operated. Besides, even if they saw Tristan Grayson exiting the hotel, they couldn’t have been able to tell that it was him because they had never seen his face before.

A thoughtful look appeared on Celine’s face as she pondered the situation.

She had turned on the television expecting to see news about herself spreading everywhere and her name being dragged in the mud, but instead every channel displayed Tristan Grayson’s face, finally exposing the face behind the tycoon many people feared and revered.

It felt like...it almost felt like he had deliberately revealed himself to cover up the news of her absconding her own wedding.

Immediately she thought about that, Celine shook it off. It was very unlikely that he would do something like that.

Why would he want to help her in that way when they had nothing going on between them other than a single night that was meant to be forgotten? Her believing something like this was akin to wishful thinking. She wanted it to be so, maybe that was why her mind thought it up.

Realizing this, Celine sighed and leaned backwards into her couch. She picked up her phone and went online, if the TV didn’t show news about her, the internet definitely would.

But immediately she went online, every platform was flooded by the public reveal of Tristan Grayson’s appearance.

In the past, only aristocrats in Neville could boast of having seen the man’s face, now that it was shown to the whole world, fan pages popped out of nowhere, women rushing to the comments like feral beasts in heat.

[This handsome billionaire Daddy is my new obsession!]

[I can’t believe such an Adonis was kept secret for such a long time. He’s so dreamy. *Heart eyes emoji*] 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

[I just met my dream man, but he’s a billionaire and he doesn’t know I exist! *Crying face emoji*]

Celine skimmed through the comments for a while and later exited the app.

For some reason she thought back to last night at the very moment he had raised her onto the countertop and gently wiped her face clean. Such gentleness didn’t seem to come from the kind of image she had of Tristan Grayson in her head.

Tristan Grayson was said to be a man detached from people, he was a wealthy and strict businessman who had singlehandedly driven his corporation to success. Though he came from the well known Blakewood family who were a legendary aristocratic family in Neville said to have been descendants from the founders of Neville itself, he neither took the Blakewood family name, nor participated in the family company matters.

According to gossip news, they said he rarely kept relationships and was known to have tons of mistresses to warm his bed, however he had never been serious with any female until he met the daughter of one of his important investors, Erica Williams.

Rumor had it that she would probably be the one to take the position of Mrs Grayson in the future as she was the only woman who had publicly lasted with him. There were rumors of her being spotted around his private villa often which hinted to the public about a special relationship between them. Nobody knew for certain if these rumors were true or not, but some people believed them.

However, that didn’t stop many young ladies from well to do families to dream of a chance to marry him in the future. Celine recalled that Lilian was also one of them, desperately wishing to get the chance to become Tristan’s Grayson’s chosen wife.

Regardless of his dating rumors with Miss Williams, everyone knew that once every Blakewood son came of age, the family’s patriarch, Logan Blakewood hosted a grand banquet where every aristocratic young lady in Neville would be in attendance and it would be at that banquet the eligible Blakewood son would choose a bride, it happened with past generations of the Blakewood families and since it was tradition, it was expected to happen again. Which was why many young women were still expectant to have an opportunity to be his chosen bride.

Celine knew all these things about Tristan because she would always read through gossip news in case there would be a scandal popping up about her in the entertainment industry, but none of these news outlets had been able to get a chance to publish a full and clear image of what Tristan Grayson actually looked like until now.

The sudden realization of the identity of the man she had spent a night with took a hot second to register into Celine’s mind, when it fully sunk in, the disappointment rushed into her like sea water rushing ashore.

She knew she had no expectations from what happened between them, but she couldn’t stop the feeling of hurt that rushed into her.

He was Tristan Grayson, the man who never had lasting relationships with anyone. He had women warm his bed but never formed lasting bonds with them except one and that woman could eventually end up being his wife. He was cold and calculative, decisive and business oriented. The gentle man she had seen last night was just an illusion that didn’t exist. The man she had opened up to, Tristan seemed to be an opposite of the actual person Tristan Grayson was said to be.

The real person he was most likely was accustomed to the cycle of spending a night with someone and never seeing them again, she was certain that to him she was just another random woman who had willingly thrown herself at him, someone whose existence would mean nothing to him from now on.

Celine forcefully willed herself to get it out of her mind. Before finding out who he was, she had allowed the memories of last night to find a hidden spot in her heart, she had indulged herself in remembering his face, the memories of his touch, his kisses, but after finding out who he was, she made a firm resolve in her heart to shove all of those memories to the darkest place at the back of her mind.

The wanton thoughts where she wondered if he would also think about her the same way she was thinking about him, if he would want to see her again or not...she put all of that behind, burying it away, never allowing herself to grow any wishful thoughts again.

That night...it had never happened...it never happened at all.