Chapter 4 The Scandal

• “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 fuck 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.
• “Shit!”
• 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 shit, 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 onwards, I am all yours, My Dear Husband,”