The Blood between us
623 Words
Selena's Point of View
The West estate was glowing.
Just a day after Forsaken’s explosive fight with Damian, everything had been brushed under the rug. Father claimed it was a "brotherly misunderstanding," and PR worked overtime to spin it. The family held a small, private celebration to toast Forsaken's graduation and new achievements — only a few elite family friends, political allies, and of course, the senator’s family. Including Serena, the girl I was meant to marry into this dynasty beside.
But something was wrong.
I couldn’t breathe. My head spun.
The scent of wine, perfume, and grilled lobster made me sick. I tried to excuse myself, but my vision blurred and my knees buckled.
Then everything went black.
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When I opened my eyes, I was flat on the velvet couch in the sitting room. The chandelier above me sparkled like cruel stars. My mother hovered, her expression tight with panic masked as poise.
Damian's voice echoed from the hallway, barking orders.
A doctor was already by my side. One of the private ones on Father’s payroll.
"She's dehydrated," the doctor said. "And visibly distressed. I’d like to run a quick test."
Minutes passed like centuries.
Then, the words that tore everything apart:
"She's pregnant."
A breathless silence swept the room.
Damian turned ghost-white, then suddenly grinned like a fool. "I'm going to be a father!" he shouted, raising his glass like he'd won a goddamn trophy.
The senator’s family burst into applause.
Even my own mother wiped a tear.
But I wasn’t celebrating.
Because I felt the weight of his gaze.
Forsaken stood across the room, his fists clenched, his eyes locked onto mine — wide, horrified, and full of something worse than anger: heartbreak.
Serena, standing beside him, looked up confused. But he didn’t see her.
He only saw me.
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That night, I couldn’t sleep. Not just because the entire world was now celebrating my child.
But because the one man I truly wanted to celebrate with… was the only one who couldn’t.
A knock came at the window. Our hideout.
I opened the side door quietly.
It was him.
Dressed in black, eyes red with rage and hurt.
"I'm not letting this happen, Selena," Forsaken said, stepping inside. "I'm not going to let you walk down that aisle carrying my child and pretending it belongs to him."
Tears fell down my cheeks. "What do you want me to do? Everything’s already in motion."
He stepped forward, his voice raw.
"I know it’s mine. I feel it. I won't stand back while my brother parades around acting like he’s the father."
"Please…" I sobbed. "Don’t ruin me. Don’t ruin everything. I had no choice."
His hand gently touched my stomach.
"You had a choice, and they took it from you. But you’re not alone anymore. Don’t make me watch you give our baby to him."
I begged him to stay silent. Just until I figured out how to survive this.
He left with one final look.
Pain. Fire. Love.
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The wedding came fast.
I walked down the aisle, every step a dagger. My dress felt like armor. My smile a mask.
The guests cheered. My mother looked proud. Damian looked smug.
But Forsaken wasn’t there.
He left the estate the night before.
Rumors flew — he'd gotten sick, or had another outburst. But I knew better.
He couldn’t watch me marry his brother.
Not while carrying his child.
Still, Damian shouted with joy, raising a toast right there at the reception:
"To the future! To fatherhood! To the West legacy!"
Everyone clapped. Some cried.
And I stood frozen, surrounded by celebration.
But I was dying inside.
Because while they toasted a lie…
I carried the truth inside me.
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