My father's enemy gets me pregnant

Louise"

"I apologize, Louise. I tried, but it appears that you and I will never be able to cope."

Kian told me something about a week ago. I went to his condo the next day, thinking he'd changed his mind, maybe he wasn't in the mood or whatever.

I had no trouble getting in because he never asked me to return his backup keys.

However, as soon as I walked into his room.

I witnessed him banging a girl in his bed. For God's sake, I'm the one who feels embarrassed by what they did! Kian is in the middle of the bed, pumping hard in the missionary position, while the girl lies in bed with her legs wide open.

I flushed and closed the door. Kian, on the other hand, noticed me and followed me as I was about to close the door to his condominium. He took my hand in his and inquired as to why I was at his condo. My tears are already streaming down my cheeks. But I didn't care any longer; I turned to face him and smacked him hard.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here." I expressed my displeasure.

"I came back here to talk to you, but there doesn't seem to be anything to talk about." Kian, perhaps this is our last goodbye. I hope you're content now."

I turned around and walked away after saying that. I vowed never to do this again.

We've been together for two years and have never done anything like that. My current boyfriend had broken up with me, and all I wanted to do that day was get away from everyone.

"I'm not much fun," he conceded.

"Bullshit" because I don't want to have sex with him! That experience must teach me something. But I didn't, and I ended up with the same person again.

As a result, I assumed that was my problem. Kian had ended our relationship because he thought I was boring. The guys, after all, defined fun as sex.

I'd been broke for about a week, so I decided to go to the pub tonight and perhaps train myself to have more fun so that my next boyfriend doesn't dump me again.

But first, I decided to return home, but as soon as I entered our home, my father spoke to me, and my broken heart and disordered mind multiplied by two as my father told me about the arranged marriage.

I want to scream at my father and accuse him of agreeing to Mr. Ferrer's proposal. I'm not interested in marrying. It's far too soon. I'm only 23 years old, and after graduating, I started working as a secretary for Mr. Ferrer. That implies it has already been three years. That proposal has been made to me since I was twenty! I'm feeling duped. Mr. Ferrer is a wonderful man who has been extremely helpful to me. I'm curious as to why he didn't tell me about the arranged marriage he and my father planned. It's now blowing up in my face.

My thoughts and emotions are scattered.

It's been a week since Kian, my ex-boyfriend, dumped me. For a simple reason, he couldn't love me back. For Pete's sake, even though I tried everything I could to make our relationship work, he never loved me during those two years! My efforts and love were squandered in this way! The most annoying thing now is that I have to marry a man I've never seen in my life!

"Make plans for tomorrow. We were going to talk to Ryker. Louise, Mr. Ferrer's son, and Mr. Ferrer's sister,And I'm not taking "no" for an answer! You have already refused to attend the burial. And I agree because your reason is acceptable."

"That was genuine, Dad. I had a fever that day, which you confirmed. " I sigh after speaking with Dad. He departs and leaves me to go to his office.

I didn't want to talk to anyone after my day in the hospital, when I was about to visit Mr. Ferrer. I didn't eat. until I found out about Mr. Ferrer's death. All of my hopes vanish like smoke.

My heart wanted to cry out loud now that my father had reminded me of my faith, which

I believed I had to accept whether I liked it or not.

There is one thought in my head that may be able to help me temporarily forget about all of my worries.

I immediately went into my room and changed my clothes. I'm desperate, and I know I need another drink. Thankfully, my father did not notice me leaving.

The bar is loud, as are the customers. I walked right past the bartender and ordered my drink. I smiled when I finished the entire bottle in an hour. I was about to place another order when I noticed a few familiar faces nearby. My heart aches again in an instant. Kian is kissing an unknown woman.

Kian is another reason I'm here.

I decided to leave the club before he noticed me. Perhaps I should go somewhere else to be screwed up. I sat on the top stool in the new bar as soon as I walked in, saying to the bartender, "Give me hard," and drank what I had ordered straight.

"Fuckingshit," The last thing I remember doing was talking to a lovely stranger, or so I thought because my vision was blurry.

"Bastard! I hate him! "

I kept repeating that word to myself. Even though I've only been inside for a minute, I've already consumed many glasses of wine. And because I am not used to it, I believe I am already drunk because I cannot stop crying.

"Do you think the guy who made you cry knew that women were meant to be loved and not to make them shed tears?"

I turned to face the man standing next to me. I couldn't see him clearly because my vision was hazy. So, I just answer the male voice, which is both familiar and attractive.

Perhaps he has no idea. That woman was supposed to be loved, not hurt. " I utter

He offered me a drink, which I gladly accepted.

When he introduced himself, which I didn't understand since the bar was too loud, I instantly hushed him by saying,

I'm not here to mingle with strangers. Actually, I've come here to forget about everything and to drown myself in alcohol to forget about my issues. "

I'm in the same boat. I'd like to forget about my father's insane wishes. At least for the time being. "

I cocked my head upwards.

"Family problems are bullshit."

I said, then ignored him afterward, until perhaps the alcohol began to lead my body, at which point I stood up. On the dance floor, I grabbed the guy beside me.

"Let's dance!" I said. I didn't know, but holding his hand made me feel protected. And I have the feeling that he'll defend me when a pervert grabs me. I can smell his hot body and a pleasant aroma.

Even his breath has a minty, wine-like scent to it. Addictive...

In front of him, I did a dance grind. That was the last thing I recalled from that evening. Because my vision is blurring, the last thing I remember is talking to a lovely stranger. We converse, drink, and dance.

"Waaaaaaaa!"

When I awoke, I screamed so loudly. When the first person I saw was a man. He's a sexy, good-looking Greek guy.

Fucking man. Shit!

I scream incessantly and hurl whatever I can get my hands on at him.

He keeps covering his ears and attempting to stop me. I couldn't help myself, though I was uncontrollably shaking inside. Who wouldn't be if they woke up next to a guy? And you were completely naked, and the thing between my legs was excruciatingly unpleasant.

The most shocking thing is when I recognize the man's face. I mean, I haven't met him yet, but his face was all over the magazines, television, and the Internet. His name was always mentioned in our packs whenever there was a meeting as well.

Easton Hunter De Russo is the man with the infamous cold heart and dangerous light gray eyes. A vampire and a warrior wolf mix in his blood. Who could get whatever he wanted and I'm a few inches from this demon? What should I do?