4- The Scandal
1430 Words
“Kristine Iglesias is pregnant with Zayne Nightwood’s child!
Yes! She was in love with his rival, Edric Carton, but after their breakup led to a twisted one night stand where she is now pregnant with Mr. Nightwood’s baby.
Is it for revenge or a beginning of a new bond that is yet to find out. We are waiting to hear further from Miss Kristine and Mr. Nightwood.
Are they going to keep the child? Stay tuned with us to find more!”
The news broke just two weeks ago, and now, a scandal.
We were the new hot topic, a vicious headline plastered across every digital and print tabloid. I knew it was an incredibly low blow, but wrath had blinded me.
I hated the taste of defeat, I won’t accept it.
“Dammit!”
Subsequently, in Zayne’s office, he threw the remote at the LED on the wall, breaking it outrageously.
I sat monotonously on the chair with my legs crossed elegantly, enjoying his reactions.
“What the f**k is this, Kristine!?”
“Why are you yelling at me? Who told you not to wear a condom?” I shrugged my shoulders.
He glared for a long time before regaining his composure and pinching the bridge of his nose, loosening his collarbone before confirming.
“Is it true?”
“Look at the reports yourself, check the date, two weeks after our sweet time,” I smiled coldly.
Showing him the reports that said positive and with a little bribe, they altered the gestation date and it said 2 weeks instead of 5.
Roughly taking the file from me, he read it thoroughly, looking at the papers and back at me, exasperation striking him again.
“s**t!”
Growling, he slammed the papers on the table.
Running his fingers through his silky locks while loosening his tie, looking undeniably heart-throbbing by these gestures as he leaned against the table.
We both were staring at each other. He was attempting to decrypt my intention but failed to do so I kept an innocent expression.
After a piercing silence, Zayne finally asked in a sigh.
“What are you going to do now?”
“What else? You must marry me because I won’t abort the baby,” I said as it was the most obvious thing to do.
“Why the f**k would I marry you?”
His jaw dropped, certainly against the idea but one way or another, he had to agree, I would make sure of it.
“Because this is your child, your responsibility and…” I paused.
“And?”
Averting my gaze with hesitation taking over me, not wanting to throw him into complete darkness, I placed my aim openly.
“And I need your help to teach Edric a lesson. I want him to grovel, to regret cheating on me,”
His jaw clenched with disappointment, “So you set me up?”
“... Maybe,”
The second I trailed off, he snapped his fingers twice and pointed at his door dominantly.
“Out,”
“Huh?”
“Get the f**k out of my office. I am not an asset for you to use, Kristine Iglesias,” He declared, throwing the file at me as well.
I returned the same gesture, glaring back at him and stomped my heel on the ground, rising from the seat, pointing my finger at him.
“Then you should have thought about your actions before, asshole,”
Scoffing, he folded his arms at his chest, not bothering himself with me as I left his office with humiliation building inside me.
Still I knew he would return.
He would take the responsibility and I would take advantage of that scenario for my vengeance.
Depraved of me, I know.
But, that is life, no one had mercy for the other, everyone was an asset to use for another and I won’t let people take advantage of me anymore.
After a tiresome day, ignoring the looks I received during work, I returned home with Rose who was teasing me. Rose works in a bank.
“So, what are you going to do? Do you think your plan will work?”
“It will,” I said with determination.
“Let’s see.”
Too exhausted to discuss things, we both went to sleep.
The next day, humming to myself, I was about to leave for my work but saw a few women in the parking lot, glaring at me.
Before I could question what they wanted, they started shouting at me.
“You liar!!”
Oh s**t, I knew he had many fangirls but I never expected them to react in such a way.
One of them threw a stone at me too but before it could reach my midsection, the man with an addictive scent appeared before me, blocking my stomach.
“Kristine!”
Gasping inaudibly, I looked up and saw Zayne.
“Zayne…?”
“Are you okay?” He asked, hesitantly placing his hand over my stomach, swallowing hard.
Forming my lips in a thin line, I nodded, “Yes,”
Exhaling in relief, he glared at the women who did this, “You will pay,” He growled at them and grabbed my wrist without a warning.
“Come with me,”
“Wha-”
Not giving me a moment to comprehend, he dragged me back inside, leading me to my apartment.
“What do you want now? I thought you don’t want to involve yourself with me or the baby anymore,” I hissed at him.
“I never said that,”
Muttering, we stopped outside my place as I unlocked the door and we entered. Thankfully Rose was gone as it was only us here.
Placing my hand over my waist, I growled, “Then why did you tell me to get out?”
Ignoring my question, he stepped dangerously closer, towering over me while taking a strand of my hair between his fingers, caressing it.
“You want to marry me to take revenge on Edric, right? Fine,”
I blinked, “Come again?”
I knew he would return but didn’t expect it to be this early.
“I said I am ready to marry you but I have my conditions,” He demanded strictly.
My heart skipped a beat at his level of seriousness.
His features were hardened, holding no place for jest or refusal, seeking nothing but submission from me.
Tensing my shoulder, I stepped back cautiously, “What condition?”
“Be mine. All mine.”
Wrapping his hand around my throat perfectly, he brought me closer, emerging the heat from his hot body into mine.
Possessiveness flickered in his oceanic eyes. With his face adjacent to mine, he gave my throat a gentle squeeze that made me weak to my knees.
“From your emotions to your body, all of it shall belong to me. I will have you whenever, however I want, and you won’t resist,”
“Wh- What? Why?”
Surprised to find him needing me so explicitly, I tried to get back but he didn’t allow me and pressed me into him, forcing me to maintain the intense eye-contact.
He smirked maliciously, “Offers should be made equal. You will get your revenge and I will get my child and you,”
Tentativeness bloomed, I began to have second thoughts but when I had taken a step forward, giving up became no longer an option.
Inhaling sharply, I held his wrist to remove it from my throat.
“Will you truly help me, Zayne?”
“Yes, I will, Kristine,” He nodded.
Taking a step back, holding his chin up in pride, he offered his hand to me, making the terms crystal-clear.
I get my revenge.
He gets me.
“Offer your heart, your body, your soul to me, Kristine, and I shall ensure you get ‘anything’ you want,”
The omen that something darkly beautiful would occur if we got married dropped. His eyes revealed his darkness, he had an ulterior motive.
But, what? What did he want from me?
My heart picked pace, hands turned cold in anticipation but at the same time, an equal amount of thrill filled me.
Glancing at his handsome face, and back to his hand, I clasped his hand in mine, pleasing him endlessly.
“Sure,”
Smirking darkly, I kissed his knuckles, widening his smirk, accepting his offer wholeheartedly.
“From this moment onward, I am all yours, My Dear Husband,”
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