Accidentally Inseminated With The Alpha’s baby

in less than a week

IZABELLA

I’d always heard that wedding arrangements took a lot of time and money... but I guess it was different with the rich.

With the filthy rich.

The moment the words ‘okay’ were uttered from my lips, things began moving at a speed I couldn’t even keep up with.

I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole thing.

But I wasn’t going to go back on it. At least I was sure I wasn’t going to back out.

And when it came to the other things I felt unsure and conflicted about, I was tempted to keep it all to myself until everything happened or rolled over, but I would rather my sister heard of my impending nuptials from me and not from the news.

So, I invited her over for lunch and informed her of the change of events. I told her enough that she would be informed, but not enough that it would violate the confidentiality agreement between I and Ignazio.

As expected Violetta was surprised, but she was oddly... accepting of it.

Maybe a little too accepting even, “I’ve always felt like there was something between the two of you that you didn’t have with Xavier.”

I blinked, but remained silent, sipping on my cup of coffee as she continued to talk.

It was better she believed that this was some a marriage brought about by romance than otherwise.

Although her words left this lingering sensation at the back of my mind.

“I’m happy for you, the sooner you got over that cheating douche the better anyway,” she said firmly, her eyes darkening with rage at the mere thought of Xavier.

I lifted a shoulder in a slight shrug, studying my sister’s disgusted expression.

I hadn’t failed to notice how she only brought up Xavier when she was referring to the whole cheating debacle.

She was aware of Connie’s involvement in Xavier’s infidelity but it was clear she was avoiding bringing her up at all.

Connie wasn’t the best example for Violetta growing up, she’d always been a nasty, raging b***h—more to me than Violet but still. And, growing up the two had never been particularly close.

When it came to Concetta and I, I knew the reason behind her hatred. At least, she was vocal enough about it a good enough amount of times that her reasoning stuck.

I was the one who killed our mother.

She had me, and died during the process.

Concetta was six at the time.

Violetta hadn’t been adopted by our father yet.

She hated me for something I had absolutely no control of.

I didn’t hold it against Violetta for not wanting to acknowledge how far our sister had fallen.

“But honestly,” Violetta continued. “I’m surprised, I never knew that you accepted your feelings for Ignazio. And there’s even a date already? How eager are you guys?”

My eyes narrowed and I chastised her, choosing to ignore her other comments. “I don’t remember mentioning that I had a crush on my boss before now so where the hell are you getting this from?”

“You’re marrying him, aren’t you?”

Instead of looking remorseful she took a sip of her drink and gave me a knowing look. I sighed and shook my head at her.

I didn’t have feelings for Ignazio, of that, I was certain.

Our conversation stretched out for another hour, I filled her in on wedding preparations and informed her of the wedding date so she could prepare, she was just about as shocked as me at how quickly the whole thing was happening, but Violetta was ecstatic either way.

To be honest, I was grateful for her energy.

After lunch, I paid and dropped her off at school, waving goodbye as she returned to campus. I returned to our apartment, freezing when I realized the door was already unlocked.

That only meant one thing.

With a scowl, I shoved open the door to my apartment and made my way inside, I followed the sound of objects being moved around to Connie’s room, freezing when I saw my older sister, hunched over and packing her things up and into boxes with careful precision.

She looked up when she heard me approaching, her expression calm and almost smug as I paused in the doorway to stare at her.

I hadn’t seen her since I found her in bed with Xavier, and honestly, I’d hoped that I’d never have to see her again

“What are you doing here?” I gritted out, struggling to contain the sudden rush of emotions within me.

“Packing,” she said in a matter of fact tone, waving an arm to encompass the space of her room and the boxes full of personal possessions. “I heard you’ll be evicted soon, so I thought I’d pack up my things before they get tossed out into the street with the rest of you.”

Her dark hair swayed around her shoulders as she straightened, and I hated how much of myself I saw in her.

Connie and I were almost twins. Your typical Italian young adult females. Thick black hair that reached my lower back, but stopped at Connie’s shoulders after she cut it that way, forest green eyes, and olive notes that brought color to our skin.

People always said Violet looked just like us, even though she was adopted, and sometimes, I could actually see it.

I pressed my lips together, biting back the urge to rub it in her face that me not having a roof over my head wouldn't be happening anymore. “Fine,” I bit out instead, “Hurry up and get your stuff out of here,” I turned to leave, but her mocking voice stopped me.

“I’ll be taking my car back, too.”

I gritted my teeth.

Reaching into my purse, I reached for her car keys and tossed it on the floor between us.

Good bloody riddance.

“What? You’re not even going to ask where I’m going to stay?” She snickered.

Like I cared.

“Xavier invited me to move in with him.”

I tried not to let the shock show on my face, but Connie was perceptive and latched onto my hesitation with a biting smile.

“Surprised? If I’m remembering correctly he never wanted to move in with you right?” She laughed in my face.

She wasn’t wrong.

Xavier and I had conversations about our living arrangements several times while we were together, but we always came to the agreement that it was better that I stay with my sisters.

I’d never been bothered by it before, but now, with the smugness on Connie’s face, the fresh hurt from what the two had done to me burned deep in my soul.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying my scraps, Connie,” I said in a measured voice. “You couldn’t get someone of your own so you had to steal mine?”

Connie snorted. “Is that what you tell yourself?” She dropped the box she was holding. “The truth is, Xavier was never truly yours,” I wasn’t particularly shocked to hear that, but the harshness of her tone, she way she clearly wanted me to hurt was what got me. “He was mine the entire time, Iza. So how does it feel, foolishly believing that you had someone, meanwhile you were being played the entire time?”

We stared at each other, her expression calm and satisfied while mine was probably trembling with all the effort it took to restrain my anger.

I looked away. “Pack up your things and leave.”

I left her to pack up and stayed in my room the rest of the time. While the hurt from what my sister had done still burned within me, I was somewhat relieved that she did that.

Connie and I had no sisterly bonds, but I’d always felt a sense of misplaced loyalty to her since we happened to share parents. Which was why I spent years putting up with her bullshit.

Now that she’d said all that, I had the incentive I needed to cut her out of my life forever.

As I listened to the sound of my sister and the movers she’d called packing her things out of the apartment, I tried not to be consumed by the reality that had been digging a massive hole into my brain for the last couple days.

But it was getting harder and harder as time flew by.

Because I was marrying Ignazio Narducci in less than a week.