Scarred Seductress

Crossing Lines

Selene's face twisted into a small frown, her fingers creeping to her small belly.

“What did you just say, Selene…? You have what growing inside of you?” Marina asked, darting her gaze between her and Damien.

“A whole child, Marina….” Selene replied.

Marina let out a dry chuckle.

Damien chuckled too, anger seeping beneath his exterior, his eyes tearing away from Selene.

“So you're telling me, Selene… that you're pregnant?” Marina asked, pausing for a moment to process the words.

Selene nodded slowly.

“And who, if I may ask, is the father?” she continued, her eyes shifting to Damien briefly.

Selene sighed.

“I have no idea, Marina.” Selene said, and a dry laugh tore out of Marina.

Her eyes lingered on Damien's face, and seeing the look on it, it dawned on her. He wasn't the father.

“You don't know because you've had multiple s*x partners at the time of the child's conception, or because you can't even remember sleeping with anyone?” Marina insisted.

Selene said nothing. Her eyes lowered to the ground.

Damien scoffed bitterly.

“Well, I get it, Selene… you don't have to say anything further.” Marina muttered, chuckling scornfully.

“So what do you plan to do…?”

“Can I see you inside for a brief second, Marina?” Damien growled.

Marina turned to him. “But honey….”

“Now.” His voice rang out.

She let out a small sigh and pushed to her feet, trailing her way up the stairs without further complaint.

“I'm waiting for you in the bedroom, honey…” she said out loud, wearing a small smile and purposely leaving the living room for the two of them, so she could hear what he was going to say to her.

Selene smiled to herself. Perfect. Her plan was going just as expected. She would let Damien find out about the baby, and as a man as obsessed with winning as he was, he was going to force her to abort. Either way, a win was a win.

“Are you playing games with me, Selene?” Damien's impatient voice growled.

Selene scoffed.

“Well, what do you think, Sir Damien…? Is it funny?” she retorted.

Damien scoffed, his fingers brushing through his hair as he began to pace.

“Don't tell me the child belongs to who I think it does….”

Selene said nothing, only tucking her face away.

“Say something!” he barked, causing her to flinch.

Marina lifted a brow, relief and confusion settling within her. No doubt Damien was not the father — but who was he talking about like he was so sure of?

“Answer me, Selene!” Damien's voice echoed, shaking the whole house.

“Well, I'm sorry to sound rude, Mr. Damien, but don't you think you're crossing the line here?” Selene fired, her eyes lifting to meet his, steady on them.

Damien chuckled in disbelief at her audacity.

“You have no right to pry into my business…”

“Oh, Selene… I have every right, and as it stands now, you're getting that thing aborted.” Damien said, his voice laced with authority and power.

Selene said nothing and just looked away.

Marina pushed her feet into motion, about to take a small peek through the corner, when Damien's voice continued, snatching the air from her lungs in that instant:

“And for your own good… this must never get to my father.”

“Or what, Damien?” Selene fired.

Damien chuckled, bitter and sharp.

“You'll be losing a lot more than that baby.” Damien threatened.

Marina wobbled backward, shaking her head frantically as the weight of the words sank in brutally.