ACCIDENTALLY PREGNANT WITH THE BLACKWOOD HEIR

MR ARROGANT

SELENA'S POV

His presence alone seemed to drop the temperature of the entire lobby by ten degrees.

The moment he stepped in, the air shifted, thick, heavy, pressing against everyone's chest until even breathing felt too loud. The nurse beneath me was already trembling so badly I could feel it through the counter, her whole body vibrating like a machine on the verge of breaking down. Only then did I notice the surgical scissors had slipped from my hand and landed somewhere on the metal tray beside me, the faint clink still echoing in my ears like a warning I should have listened to sooner.

Of all people.

Why did it have to be him?

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. He didn't even spare me a glance, not one.. like I wasn't worth the effort, like I simply didn't exist. He pulled out his phone with the calm, unhurried movements of someone who found chaos boring, dialed a number, and not five seconds later the same man from earlier rushed in. His PA, probably. The one who had been holding his coffee before.

The PA's sharp eyes swept across the lobby in one quick scan,the counter, the nurse, the crowd, the phones raised everywhere, the whispers and tension hanging in the air like smoke. Then his voice cut through all of it, firm and cold, leaving absolutely no room for argument.

"If anyone recorded any video, delete it now. Immediately. Or you will find yourself in court for unauthorized recording."

The entire lobby froze.

Phones that had been raised slowly came down, one after another. People who had looked excited two seconds ago suddenly looked terrified, fingers rushing to their screens, deleting, hiding, pretending they had never been recording at all. Nobody wanted trouble with someone like him.

Mr. Blackwood or whatever his name was stepped forward. His shoes hit the marble floor in slow, heavy, deliberate steps, each one echoing across the lobby.

My heart followed the rhythm without my permission, beating harder with every step he took. My palm pressed flat against the cold counter behind me as I moved back on reflex.

His gaze landed on the nurse first. Cold, sharp, the kind of look that didn't need raised voices to make someone collapse. She nearly did, her legs shaking so badly it looked like they might give out entirely.

Then his eyes snapped to me.

The way he looked at me, like I was something disgusting stuck to the bottom of his shoe.. bruised my ego instantly.

"You dare insert my sperm into a lowlife?"

His voice was low, controlled, every word slicing through the air with surgical precision. Each syllable dripped with disgust.

My fingers curled without me noticing, nails digging into my palm until it stung. I wanted to smack him so badly. But my tongue felt tied, caught somewhere between fear and fury, and nothing came out.

"You dare make filth carry my heir?"

The muscle near his temple twitched slightly, like he was holding himself back. "I will make you pay. You will wish you had died."

His words drove straight into my chest like a blade, and without warning, Kelvin's voice echoed in the back of my mind. Useless. Boring. Ungrateful. Shameless.I hated being looked down on..hated it with every part of me. My eyes burned and I blinked fast, sniffing the tears back before they could fall.

Not here. Not in front of him.

His fury stayed locked on the nurse while his PA took over the room, speaking to security, ordering people back, blocking cameras, turning the hospital lobby into something that looked less like a reception area and more like a controlled crime scene.

Good. No one was paying attention to me anymore.

Slowly, carefully, I slipped down from the counter. My heels touched the floor without a sound. I grabbed my bag, kept my steps steady, and walked straight out of the lobby without looking back even though my chest felt like it might explode.

The moment I stepped outside, the tears fell. Hot, fast, and completely out of my control.

"f**k that crazy fool," I muttered, wiping my face with the back of my hand, my voice shaking even as I tried to sound unbothered.

He thinks I want to carry his child? Please.

I raised my hand and hailed the first cab that came, not caring which one, just needing to get away from that place before I truly lost my mind. I got in and pulled the door shut behind me, my chest still rising too fast.

"I can't believe I had a one-night stand with that same bastard," I muttered to myself, staring at the passing street, "and called him an angel."

A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I must be crazy."

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The hotel room felt even smaller when I returned, like the walls had quietly moved closer while I was gone. I threw my bag aside, peeled off my clothes without thinking, and walked straight into the shower as if the water could wash away the entire last three days.

I stood under the cold stream with my forehead pressed against the tiles, eyes closed, letting it hit my back again and again. I needed to calm down. Everything from the past three days kept replaying in my head like a cursed film I couldn't switch off, my husband, my best friend, that one stupid night, and now this. Pregnant. With a billionaire's child. An arrogant, insufferable one at that.

A dry laugh left my lips under the spray. Could anyone possibly have a more ridiculous life than this?

When I finally stepped out, my skin cold and my head still heavy, I changed into something comfortable and sat on the bed. I picked up my phone just to distract myself, and the moment the screen lit up, the first article was already waiting.

Kelvin Hale gives public speech after divorce.

My chest skipped. He really went that far.

I opened it. The comments flooded in, some calling me a w***e, some calling me ungrateful, others asking how I could cheat on such a perfect man.

Perfect. I chuckled softly, tears slipping down again, slow and quiet this time..Tears that hurt more than the loud ones.

Kelvin owned a media company. Models, actors, influencers, all of them under his umbrella. My dad's law firm ran largely on clients from that same company, which meant this divorce had probably cost him more than he'd ever admit. Kelvin had never once introduced me publicly. His wife had always been invisible while Calista stood beside him at every event, introduced simply as his model, his actress. People had always said they looked perfect together.

I sniffed and shook my head slowly. Why was I still crying over those two losers?

I tossed the phone aside and lay back, staring at the ceiling and then, without warning, a name surfaced in my mind.

Blackwood.

My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I picked the phone back up, opened i********:, and typed his name. The profile appeared almost immediately.

Alexander Blackwood. 50 million followers.

No pictures. No posts. Nothing but a verified badge and a blank grid.

I rolled my eyes and dropped the phone back on the bed, but his face stayed in my head anyway. Those cold eyes. That voice.

Lowlife. Filth.

My jaw tightened. I exhaled slowly and stared at the ceiling until my breathing steadied and the decision that had been forming all afternoon finally settled quietly inside me like something solid.

"I'm getting rid of this baby."

My voice was low but firm.

"I'm not letting it tie me down."

That was final. After all, I was never going to see him again.

I let out a long breath, turned onto my side, and pulled the blanket closer. My phone , beeped again, probably Mum, probably Dad but I didn't reach for it. I just closed my eyes and let the silence hold me.

By tomorrow, I would have my freedom back.