My father's enemy gets me pregnant

Louise"Louise"

"Louise, I'm sorry. I tried, but it seems that neither you nor I will ever be able to handle this.

I went to Kian's condo the day after he said something to me about a week ago, assuming he had changed his mind or was just not in the mood.

He never asked me to return his backup keys, so I had no trouble going inside.

However, the moment I entered his room,

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. For God's sake, I'm the one who feels embarrassed by what they did.

As I was about to shut the door to Kian's condominium, he saw me and followed me; he grasped my hand and asked, "Why are you at my condo?" Tears were already rolling down my cheeks, but I didn't care any more; I turned to face him and hit him hard.

I sighed and said, "You're probably wondering why I'm here."

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

After saying that, I turned around and left, swearing never to do this again.

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

I'm not very entertaining, he said.

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

Kian had broken up with me because he believed I was dull, and the boys, after all, defined fun as sex, so I figured that was my problem.

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 made the decision to go back home. However, as soon as I got there, my father started talking to me, and as he did, my broken heart and disorganized mind multiplied by two.

It's been made to me since I was twenty, and I'm feeling duped. Mr. Ferrer is a wonderful man who has been very helpful to me. I'm wondering why he didn't tell me about the arranged marriage. I want to scream at my father and accuse him of agreeing to the proposal. I'm not interested in getting married. It's far too soon. I'm only 23.

My thoughts and emotions are scattered.

The most annoying thing now is that I have to marry a man I've never met in my life. 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 my hardest to make our relationship work, he never loved me during those two years!

"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've already opted out of going to the funeral. And I concur because I can respect your justification.

"Dad, it was sincere. I sigh after talking with Dad and he leaves me to go to his office, you know I had a fever that day.

I didn't eat until I learned of Mr. Ferrer's passing, when all of my hopes disappeared like smoke. I didn't want to talk to anyone after my day in the hospital, and I was about to visit Mr. Ferrer.

Now that my father had reminded me of my faith, I had the want to cry out loud.

Whether I liked it or not, I thought I had to accept it.

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

Thankfully, my father didn't notice me leaving, so I went into my room and changed into clean clothes. I'm desperate, and I know I need another drink.

I smiled when I finished the entire bottle in an hour and was about to place another order when I noticed a few familiar faces nearby. My heart ached again in an instant. Kian is kissing an unfamiliar woman. The bar is loud, as are the patrons.

Kian is another reason I'm here.

I sat on the top stool in the new bar as soon as I went in, saying to the bartender, "Give me hard," and drank what I had ordered straight, thinking perhaps I should go somewhere else to be screwed up.

My vision was foggy, but I thought that the last thing I remembered doing was speaking to a gorgeous stranger.

"Bastard! I hate him! "

Even though I've only been inside for a minute, I've already drunk numerous glasses of wine, and because I'm not used to it, I think I'm already drunk because I can't stop sobbing, so I kept repeating that word to myself.

"Do you think the guy who made you cry understood that women should be loved, not made to cry?"

My eyesight blurred and I turned to face the man standing next me, but I couldn't see him well, so I just answered the male voice, which is both familiar and lovely.

"That woman was supposed to be loved, not harmed, perhaps he doesn't realize that."

I happily accepted his offer of a drink when he made it.

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

I've come here to forget about everything and immerse myself in booze to forget about my issues; I've not come here to interact with strangers.

The same applies to me. I want to put my father's crazy wishes behind me. for the time being, at least. "

I turned my head to the top.

Family issues are nonsense,

On the dance floor, I grabbed the person next to me after saying something and then ignoring him, possibly until the booze started to lead my body.

We should dance!

I don't know why, but holding his hand made me feel safe, and I have a feeling he'll protect me if a pervert grabs me, and I can smell his hot body and a nice perfume.

His breath is so minty and wine-like that it's almost addictive…

Because my vision is blurry, the last thing I remember from that night is talking to a lovely stranger. We talk, drink, and dance. That was the last thing I remembered from that night. In front of him, I did a dance grind.

"Waaaaaaaa!"

I shouted so loudly when I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a man a hot, attractive Greek man.

Fucking man. Shit!

I keep screaming at him and throw anything I can at him.

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. He keeps covering his ears and trying to stop me.

I mean, I haven't met him yet, but his visage was all over the publications, media, and Internet, and his name was always spoken in our packs whenever there was a meeting as well.

I'm only a few inches away from this demon, Easton Hunter De Russo, the man with the infamous cold heart and menacing light gray eyes, who could get whatever he wanted. What should I do?

"Louise, I'm sorry. I tried, but it seems that neither you nor I will ever be able to handle this.

I went to Kian's condo the day after he said something to me about a week ago, assuming he had changed his mind or was just not in the mood.

He never asked me to return his backup keys, so I had no trouble going inside.

However, the moment I entered his room,

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. For God's sake, I'm the one who feels embarrassed by what they did.

As I was about to shut the door to Kian's condominium, he saw me and followed me; he grasped my hand and asked, "Why are you at my condo?" Tears were already rolling down my cheeks, but I didn't care any more; I turned to face him and hit him hard.

I sighed and said, "You're probably wondering why I'm here."

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

After saying that, I turned around and left, swearing never to do this again.

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

I'm not very entertaining, he said.

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

Kian had broken up with me because he believed I was dull, and the boys, after all, defined fun as sex, so I figured that was my problem.

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 made the decision to go back home. However, as soon as I got there, my father started talking to me, and as he did, my broken heart and disorganized mind multiplied by two.

It's been made to me since I was twenty, and I'm feeling duped. Mr. Ferrer is a wonderful man who has been very helpful to me. I'm wondering why he didn't tell me about the arranged marriage. I want to scream at my father and accuse him of agreeing to the proposal. I'm not interested in getting married. It's far too soon. I'm only 23.

My thoughts and emotions are scattered.

The most annoying thing now is that I have to marry a man I've never met in my life. 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 my hardest to make our relationship work, he never loved me during those two years!

"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've already opted out of going to the funeral. And I concur because I can respect your justification.

"Dad, it was sincere. I sigh after talking with Dad and he leaves me to go to his office, you know I had a fever that day.

I didn't eat until I learned of Mr. Ferrer's passing, when all of my hopes disappeared like smoke. I didn't want to talk to anyone after my day in the hospital, and I was about to visit Mr. Ferrer.

Now that my father had reminded me of my faith, I had the want to cry out loud.

Whether I liked it or not, I thought I had to accept it.

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

Thankfully, my father didn't notice me leaving, so I went into my room and changed into clean clothes. I'm desperate, and I know I need another drink.

I smiled when I finished the entire bottle in an hour and was about to place another order when I noticed a few familiar faces nearby. My heart ached again in an instant. Kian is kissing an unfamiliar woman. The bar is loud, as are the patrons.

Kian is another reason I'm here.

I sat on the top stool in the new bar as soon as I went in, saying to the bartender, "Give me hard," and drank what I had ordered straight, thinking perhaps I should go somewhere else to be screwed up.

My vision was foggy, but I thought that the last thing I remembered doing was speaking to a gorgeous stranger.

"Bastard! I hate him! "

Even though I've only been inside for a minute, I've already drunk numerous glasses of wine, and because I'm not used to it, I think I'm already drunk because I can't stop sobbing, so I kept repeating that word to myself.

"Do you think the guy who made you cry understood that women should be loved, not made to cry?"

My eyesight blurred and I turned to face the man standing next me, but I couldn't see him well, so I just answered the male voice, which is both familiar and lovely.

"That woman was supposed to be loved, not harmed, perhaps he doesn't realize that."

I happily accepted his offer of a drink when he made it.

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

I've come here to forget about everything and immerse myself in booze to forget about my issues; I've not come here to interact with strangers.

The same applies to me. I want to put my father's crazy wishes behind me. for the time being, at least. "

I turned my head to the top.

Family issues are nonsense,

On the dance floor, I grabbed the person next to me after saying something and then ignoring him, possibly until the booze started to lead my body.

We should dance!

I don't know why, but holding his hand made me feel safe, and I have a feeling he'll protect me if a pervert grabs me, and I can smell his hot body and a nice perfume.

His breath is so minty and wine-like that it's almost addictive…

Because my vision is blurry, the last thing I remember from that night is talking to a lovely stranger. We talk, drink, and dance. That was the last thing I remembered from that night. In front of him, I did a dance grind.

"Waaaaaaaa!"

I shouted so loudly when I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a man a hot, attractive Greek man.

Fucking man. Shit!

I keep screaming at him and throw anything I can at him.

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. He keeps covering his ears and trying to stop me.

I mean, I haven't met him yet, but his visage was all over the publications, media, and Internet, and his name was always spoken in our packs whenever there was a meeting as well.

I'm only a few inches away from this demon, Easton Hunter De Russo, the man with the infamous cold heart and menacing light gray eyes, who could get whatever he wanted. What should I do?