Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 21

"Smile," Francis told me as we walked into the dining area after just getting married.

I cried during the ceremony. Most people probably thought it was out of joy, but it was out of terror and fear. Only just a few weeks ago this marriage didn't seem to bug me as much but now that I was standing at the alter saying my fake vowels all of this hit me like a ton of bricks.

I wasn't just marrying Francis, I was also pregnant and doomed to a loveless marriage for the rest of my life. I didn't want this baby, but I won't kill it. I just want to leave, and never see any of these people ever again.

I'd give my baby to a good family and then live off of the grid. But Francis nor my father would ever let that happen. My father has put too much money into me to ever let me run away from Francis, and I'm pregnant. So once I tell him, I'm trapped with him forever.

I have the idea to not tell him, but I know what would happen if I tried that. I would die or be locked away while Francis raises this baby with some other woman who just wants Francis for his money, or is trapped in a fake marriage as well.

If I am to be condemned in this marriage with Francis, and to have a child with him, I won't let this child grow up unhappy with a family who doesn't love him or give him any attention.

I'm not sure how good of a father Francis will be. He's always busy, so I don't know if he would have the time to having and raising a child. I found out he was pretty much raised by maids and servants since his parents didn't have time to raise him.

I looked at Francis as we started our first dance as a married couple. I still let a few more tears fall, hoping Francis wouldn't notice them, but he did.

"Stop crying, people might notice they aren't happy tears," Francis told me.

"I'm sorry," I muttered out.

He stepped away for a second as we continued dancing.

"I know you don't want to be married to me, and I have no reason for wanting to be married to you, but we have to do this."

"I know,"

"Once you're pregnant, then I will leave for a little while and go onto business. You will stay at my house and do as you please,"

"Then it looks like you can leave," I told him.

Francis looked at me.

"When did you find out?"

"Right before the ceremony. My father made me take a test. It was positive."

"Good, but I still planned for a honeymoon. Just me and you in the Caribbean. We will stay there for 1 week, you don't have to be around me, but I do expect sex."

I nodded.

Soon our dance ended and we separated to the other side of the room talking to our families and dancing with others.

I quickly headed over to Wren who was standing in the corner drinking whiskey and talking to a girl in a blue dress.

"Wren," I said interrupting their conversation.

He turned to me and smiled as did the girl, who I didn't even know.

"Nice ceremony. You two looked great together," the girl said.

"Thanks, now can you leave him and me to talk?" I asked her kindly and she nodded before walking away.

"I'm sorry I can't help you Beverly, but I don't think we should be seen near each other. Your father knows and if he sees us together he will flip." Wren said before he started to walk away.

I grabbed his elbow, stopping him. "Please, can we talk? I need someone to talk to, I'm all alone," I pleaded.

Wrennly sighed before looking around and nodding. We both headed back upstairs to the room where I was getting ready earlier. Once we entered we both sat on the couch.

"What do you want to talk about Beverly?" Wren asked bluntly. It was clear he didn't want to talk to me. But I needed a friend right now, even though I knew it could get us in trouble.

"I need to admit something,"

Wren looked at me before grabbing his beer and taking a large sip of it.

"I'm not 100% sure this is Francis's baby..." I began. The beer that Wrennly was going to swallow then came out.

He looked to me in complete shock. He knew that if I was thinking that the baby wasn't Francis's, then it had to be his.

" Please, don't freak out just yet. I could be wrong. I just need to know the date of how far along I am. I'm only a few weeks, then it's Frances. But if I'm longer, then it has to be yours. Please don't yourself, and don't freak out. You can't tell a soul about this either." I told him.

At this point I couldn't tell if it was a good idea telling him about this or not. If he was the father of the baby, I felt like it was a good idea tell him.

But I didn't wanna freak him out, or scare him. This could be a huge thing if the baby isn't Francis's.

It could cause a war, and thousands of people could die. Innocent people.

"But we use protection! You're supposed to be on birth control. Afraid to even find out that you think that you are pregnant with my baby he will kill me, and my entire family. And if he finds out that the baby is mine, he'll kill you, the baby, me and start an entire world with all of our families. Did you know he will win. His family is incredibly strong and psychotic."

" I won't tell him yet. I even regret telling him that I was pregnant in the first place. It only got me after I told him. I'm more just praying that the baby says. As much as I hate him, and as much as I don't wanna have his children, I don't wanna start a war. If he finds out that I am more than three weeks pregnant, then he'll know. So if it is yours, will have to keep it a secret. You can't tell anybody. Not your family, not even your closest fucking friend."

"I've got no one to tell. You were my closest friend. look, this is a huge deal. So I want you to keep in contact with me until you know."

I nodded.

"I'm really sorry this is happening. I don't want this, I don't want any of this."

Wrennly smiled. " I wish it was just me and you again. Just me and you at midnight getting drunk, and having the most amazing sex."

I smiled. "It was pretty amazing, wasn't it?"

Before I could say anything else, Wrennly kissed me and pulled my on top of his lap.

I knew where this was going...and I had no plan to stop it.