The trembling motion of your body made it difficult for you to catch your breath, your bruised face and the metallic taste of blood that gulfed your throat. Your rained on arms hugged tightly around your midsection in a grief-filled manner. Days had gone by where you suspected you were pregnant, however you never had the heart to confirm it..however that was a mistake you’ll mourn until the day of your demise.

The mere intention was to get back at you bastard fiance, it was a fiddle between the two of you. The both of you thought of each other as repulsive and would never dare lay a hand on one another despite your title. Yet you still feel the brooding fist of his jealous mistress striking you in a fit of anger, screaming at you for not staying away as she warned. However you never wanted him in the first place, instead you craved for the devils embodiment, the exact figment that stood in front of you with an expression that lacked expression.

Standing directly in front of you while the rain soaked his clothes, sculpting his perfectly toned body. His hands reach out and cup your shoulders, you however are in no mood to speak to him. He just stood there with a smirk as he watched a fist impound your face.

You could easily crack that expression of his with the news of your pregnancy, but you’ve been avoiding him for the sole reason of not telling him that. This perhaps was his payback after you ignored his threats after he told you to never ignore him. But what could you do? You would shame your fathers career if anyone learned you were impregnated with your step-brother's child.

“Look at me.”