Our Secret

Chapter 19- Its The Pregnant One I Want

[A/N]: So I'm actually quite proud that I managed to update all of my stories when I have so much homework. Anyways, Happy Early New Year! I might not be updating for the rest of the week since I have a project, but I'll try to finish fast! Another note, thank you for all of the reads! And a hint hint, there will be a third book after this!

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Karma's POV

His dark hair in a quiff sealed by rock hard hair gel. His black leather jacket hanging down to his waist. And his chocolate brown orbs filled with mischief.

He's here.

He found us.

But he's dead.

"What. The. Hell." I whispered through gritted teeth. Louis slowly rose from his seat along with Harry, Liam, and Niall.

"Miss me, lads?" He smirked. Harry, naturally, went to my side in attack mode. All the woman were pushed behind their mates, and if they didn't have one, grouped together. Every male stood and growled or hissed. "It just warms my heart to know that I feel so loved." Venom dripped from his voice.

"What do you want?" My shaky voice asked. Why was I so scared?

"Don't worry sweet ex-mate, it's not you I'm looking for." He walked closer to the wedding party's table. "It's her I'm looking for."

Briella's POV

Me?! Why me?! James growled and pushed me further behind him. "You're not welcome here. I suggest you leave." This only made Zayn smirk more.

"But this is a wedding! I think a toast needs to be made for the happy couple." Zayn took a spare glass of champagne and held it up. "May you live in peace and happiness." He chugged it down with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, wolves burst through the windows of the ballroom, glass flooding the floors. Men ushered the women into the restrooms or outside. Somehow I was broken away from James and a cold hand grabbed me. Something told me it wasn't James. I squirmed, but his grip only tightened, cutting of my blood circulation. "You're coming with me. Both of you." The accent was British, like mine. It was unfamiliar to me, but I bet my life it was Zayn Malik.

He dragged me through a broken window, glass dragged under my shoes. I screamed, but he only threw me into the trunk of a car. "Sorry not sorry. Looks like it's bedtime." Then I felt a cloth go over my face and I had no choice but to breath the chloroform.

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My head banged and a faint scent of gasoline lingered in the air. I checked my stomach to make sure nothing happened to Andiana. I found out not too long ago that I'm having a baby girl. James was glad, but he also said he wanted a boy and to name him Andy. I wanted to name my baby girl Indiana. So we combined the names to make Andiana. Nothing felt wrong, in fact I felt a kick. Goddess I hope I don't end up giving birth on this grimy cement floor.

I heard a clang and then a solid bang. I turned to a little tray with mashed potatoes, peas, and what looked to be bacon. I slowly stood, gripping the wall for support. I hobbled over to the food and greedily are the food.

Once the tray was clean, I decided that I'd just sit against the wall. There were absolutely no windows. There was only a door that was obviously locked. There was a little slot at the bottom of the door. That's how I got my food. My head was still dazed so there was no way I could mindlink.

I felt more kicks. Two kicks. Three kicks. A long hard kick. "Ahh!" I yelped.

Zayn's POV

"Just throw her in there." I pointed to the dungeon in Drew's castle. Well it's mine now. Two guards gently set her on the floor. I rolled my eyes. Just cause she's pregnant.

I stared at the sleeping girl before closing the door. This is just revenge dear Katy. You could have chosen me and none of this would have happened. But you chose your life, now it's time to bring Hell.