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I should have known better than to fall for my brother’s best friend and pretend to be someone else when he decided to fuck some random redhead in the club.
Shame penetrates my every bone, and a raspy breath escapes me while a single tear falls down my cheek that I quickly wipe away.
Crying won’t help me, but then again, I’m not sure anything will.
After Florian’s harsh rejection, I ran away from the club like a fugitive being chased by the police and ended up home before anyone found anything out. I made it my mission to avoid him ever since.
It should have been easy with him not welcoming my company. My parents urged me to apply to various universities and I finally settled on psychology as my major while being busy with all the entrance exams and a new chapter in my life.
That included an apartment in the city because I couldn’t imagine living at my parents' place, and surprisingly, they approved, although Dad warned me he’d visit all the time.
I just rolled my eyes and carried on.
However, my brother started taking me out more frequently to various places and even New York City once, claiming we had to spend more time together. Only, our time together included the rest of the dark four.
Those encounters always ended up awkward because Florian didn’t hide his disdain toward me, and I did my best to pretend everything was fine.
Whoever said loving someone who doesn’t love you back was the worst thing ever lied.
The worst thing ever is loving someone who despises you and acts as if you don’t exist while continuing to charm women around you and sleep with them.
Every single time he disappeared with women in the dark corners, my heart broke anew, thinking about him doing all the stuff he has done with me…only to do them with all these women.
It’s a wonder his dick hasn’t fallen off from all the action he’s given it lately. Thanks to that, I even mastered my poker face, refusing to show him how much it hurt me so he could shove his punishments up his ass. I mean, I’ve never actually seen him do anything to them or touch them, but it’s easy to guess.
I wipe away another tear and get up, shaking my head as dwelling on what-ifs is useless.
It’s one thing to be in love and quite another to act pathetic and want a man who has no respect for you.
After washing my hands in the sink, I turn the faucet off and dry them on the nearby towel, all the while watching my reflection in the mirror.
From the dark circles under my eyes since I’d been puking earlier in the morning to my dry lips because I keep biting on them whenever I’m nervous, which seems to be my permanent state.
I freeze, my insides clenching, imagining my family’s reaction, my secret, and the fit society and the press will have with it.
Everyone will judge me or call me stupid for having a baby so young while I have all the opportunities in the world to explore life and live it to the fullest without chaining myself to a baby.
It will be a mess and a scandal followed by scrutiny and hatred because no one will understand once the father’s identity is revealed.
They’ll turn it into something wrong and dirty, claiming he touched me way before I became legal, and build all these theories that would paint us both in a vile light and serve as a lesson to everyone else.
I’ve seen such stories play out countless times, and while in some cases they are valid, it can’t be further from the truth in ours.
Shouting from the rooftops about me seducing him will be useless, though, as no one would believe it and just assume he corrupted my innocent mind.
Especially Dad. A new wave of nausea hits me, picturing him choking Florian to death for daring to touch his little girl.
“This is such a mess,” I whisper. “A nightmare in the making that will change everything.” Even though I say these words, they sound wrong to my ears, maybe because deep down…I’ve always wanted it.
I love to try new things and focus more on the charity foundations of our empire rather than thinking about how to change the world with my accomplishments. One of the reasons I didn’t go pro when it came to harp was because music served as my safe haven, and I didn’t want to turn it into this thing I have to do rather than enjoy it.
Admitting you want to find the love of your life and build a family among those who always strive to succeed is rather shameful.
And privileged too, considering I have a billion-dollar inheritance, so I don’t have to work to live a luxurious life.
Except…
My dream crashed and burned since the man in question hates my guts and won’t be happy about all this, and in this case, the baby is not a blessing.
