Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 22

"I have to get back out there before Francis notices I'm gone," I told Wrennly as I fix my dress.

"I better leave then, I can't stand to be around these assholes anymore than I have to. Good luck with the honeymoon though. I just recommended giving him what he wants and stay out of his way. You don't have to hang out with him or anything like that, right? I thought he said you didn't have to be around him, just give him children."

"He did, but he'd prefer if we'd actually both try and make this marriage something rather than just a stupid business deal that neither of us currently wants. But I'm not sure if I actually want to be with him."

"Before I leave, I have a question for you," Wrennly asked concerned.

I looked at him confused.

"The baby?"

I sighed, "Now's not a good time Wren, I have to get back. I'll go to the doctors and they'll tell me how many weeks pregnant I am. I'll call you and tell you if you're the father," I told him.

"It's not about that, I don't care when you tell me. I just want to know what you plan to do if it is mine,"

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "If it is, I can't do anything about it. I'll tell Francis the baby is his. You won't be apart of its life, even though I want you too."

"I don't want my child raised by another man," Wrennly said angrily.

"You don't have a fucking choice! We can't be together. If this baby is yours, nobody can ever find out!" I yelled.

"Oh dear," said a small voice.

Both Wrennly and I turned to see a woman standing in the door.

Both of us looked completely shocked and terrified.

She just heard everything. I could be fucked if Francis found out. I knew she'd tell him if she got the chance.

Before I could say anything, or she could leave, a loud gunshot ran through the air, and she was now laying down on the ground dead with blood coming out of her head.

Wrennly who had a gun in his hand and pointing it right to where she was, was now breathing heavily. He put the gun back into his waistband and walked out of the room.

I would be upset, but I can't be. I walked past the women and went back outside.

I have no empathy toward her death. Everyone dies. Some people live longer than others, she clearly didn't.

I instantly see Francis standing near the bar, with a woman next to him. They seemed to be talking and flirting.

She had her hand on his arm. I didn't feed jealous, just hurt and embarrassed that he'd start flirting with girls as soon as we got married.

I marched over toward him and the woman next to him.

"Beverly, where have you been?" Francis asked me.

"I just needed to breathe and take a break, what are you doing?"

"Talking, but that's really none of your business,"

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn't dare. Not in front of all of these people. He'd raise hell if I did. Alone and rolling my eyes is a different thing. It doesn't show as much disrespect as doing it in front of 500 + people.

"It's not. I'll leave you alone then." I stated before walking away in a hurry.

Thinking back to less than half an hour ago, I wanted Wrennly to come back. I wanted to lay in bed with him, and tell him about my shitty day.

I want us to laugh and get drunk, or shit, I just want to be near him. I don't care if we are on the other side of the dance floor from one another, I just want to know he's nearby.

2 Hours Later

I couldn't be around everyone. They all had judgy eyes. As if they were calling me a whore, while some others had pure pity for me.

My father kept glaring at me, yelling at me silently to move and go and dance with my new husband. But I only refused as I sat at a table facing the dark sky only lightened up by the moon.

I played with my dress as time passed. My mind was racing with the thought of being alone with Francis for a few weeks. I couldn't seem to tell myself to calm down, and that everything would soon be alright.

I knew I'd only be telling myself a lie. "Beverly,"

I stopped playing with my dress instantly and turned around to see Francis standing behind me with a dirty look on his face. Almost the same one my father gave me multiple times earlier.

"Yes?" I asked him ina light voice. I didn't dare sas him, even though I greatly wanted to. I would only end me up with a black eye of some sort. Francis doesn't seem like the abusive type, not what so ever, but he can't let the others think that I have the balls in this marriage.

"Why aren't you dancing? Why aren't you having fun? I spent millions of dollars on this wedding, and you aren't even enjoying yourself," Francis complained.

I turned away from his and started to mess with my dress again.

"I don't know anyone. These are all of your friends, I have no one. I don't want to have fun, I don't want this wedding, I don't want this baby, I just want to be left alone. Can't you do that for me? As a wedding gift, just leave me alone."

Francis sighed, "Beverly, come with me."

The way he said it wasn't a question, it was a command, one I had to follow.

I stood up and followed him down a hallway which was in the building I was in previously with Wrennly.

He brought me past my room and into his. His was much darker and had a large king-sized bed inside of it.

Once I walked past him and sat on the bed, he locked the door and sat down next to me.

"I know you don't want this marriage, I don't either. But since you're pregnant now, we are forced. We have no choice."

I stood up quickly, ready to rant and try to make him believe that I don't want to be with him. "NO! We don't have to be together. I can get rid of this baby, and leave. We never have to see each other again,"

Francis rolled his eyes.

Truth be told, I don't want to get rid of this baby, but I need to get away from Francis. I know he can protect me and this baby, but I do have the biggest feeling that this baby isn't Francis's.

"You aren't getting rid of that baby, do you understand me?! If you do, or even try to, the next baby-making process won't be that enjoyable. I'll tie you down and make sure you won't have anywhere to move, and no one will help you."

Tears were running down my face. "I hate you, Francis. So much, you are ruining my life!" I yelled.

"You fucked up your own life Beverly, you are such a fucking mess, no shit no one wanted you,"

I looked at him shocked, unsure of what he meant.

"What...what are you talking about?" I asked him confused.

"I was your father's last resort. No one wants to marry me either since I have such a fucked up family, and no one wants to marry you because you are a bitch and a whore,"

My mouth dropped, "I am not a whore!"

"Oh come the fuck on, yes you are. You slept with your father's rival's son!" He yelled.

Wait...Francis knows?