CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2 – Zara’s POV

When I found out I was pregnant, I was very scared. Lucas Blackwood's family was powerful and owned many businesses in Claybourne City. I was confused and didn't know what to do, especially because Lucas had threatened to ruin my life after we spent the night together.

I wanted to keep my situation a secret, but my family found out. Even though I tried to hide who the father was, my grandfather got the truth out of me.

The idea of raising a baby by myself was scary, but knowing that Lucas Blackwood was involved made it even worse. He had threatened me the day he came to see me. I wanted to keep everything a secret because I thought having Lucas involved would be a disaster.

I was desperate and tried to act like everything was normal. I didn't know if I should hide or tell the truth about who the baby's father was. But my grandfather didn't let me keep the secret forever.

Even though I tried to hide who the father was, the truth came out. My secret was out and it felt like a bomb was about to go off and blow up my life. After my grandfather found out that Lucas Blackwood was the father, he set up a meeting with him right away. I don't know what they talked about in their meeting, but it led to me seeing Lucas again.

My grandfather set up a meeting with Lucas and a few days later, I was standing in front of him again. He was just as strong and confident as before, and he looked at me like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. The room felt smaller and the air was heavy with feelings that weren't being said.

“Zara,” Lucas's voice cut through the silence, pulling my attention to him.

“Yes, Lucas,” I responded.

“Is it true? Are you carrying my child?” he asked. I nodded, confirming his fears. “Damn!” he cursed, startling my grandfather.

“Don't worry, Lucas. I won't bother you about the baby,” I assured him.

“Really? Then why is your grandfather trying to force me to marry you?” he retorted, raising his voice.

“That's not true,” I defended, but my grandfather nodded, confirming Lucas's claim. “I don't want to marry him, Grandfather,” I insisted.

“Quiet, child. I'll handle this,” my grandfather interjected.

My dream of a beautiful wedding, with a loving groom and surrounded by friends, was shattered. Instead, a rushed wedding was being negotiated. The fairytale image I had envisioned was fading fast.

Lucas's threats echoed in my mind, making me shiver. He reminded my grandfather of their previous meeting, revealing that he had threatened to sue us for ruining his life.

I felt like a pawn in their game, powerless against Lucas's influence and threats. The idea of facing a public lawsuit was terrifying. Thankfully, Lucas realized the damage it would cause to his reputation and decided against it. I suggested forgetting about our encounter and letting me raise the child alone, but he was adamant. He refused to let his child be born out of wedlock.

Despite my grandfather's objections, Lucas made it clear we had no choice. He blamed me for everything and didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of my family.

“Take it or leave it,” Lucas challenged, proposing a secret wedding. I didn't like the idea, but when I looked at Lucas, I found myself nodding in agreement.

“Zara! Have you lost your mind?” my grandfather exclaimed.

The room was filled with tension as Lucas's proposal of a secret wedding hung in the air. As my grandfather and Lucas argued, it was clear we had lost control of the situation. Lucas spoke with authority, and his words cut deep. He shifted the blame onto me, and the humiliation was overwhelming.

How could he blame me for everything? But then, he wasn't wrong. It was my fault!

“See you in three days for the wedding, Zara. Don't be late,” he said before leaving us. My grandfather was too stunned to speak.

“What a jerk!”

“I told you not to bother him, Grandfather, but you insisted,” I blamed him for the embarrassment we experienced in front of Lucas Blackwood.

“I'm sorry, child. I just didn't want you to end up like your mother. Do you know how society judged her? She fell in love and gave herself to a man willingly, and she was judged as a loose woman. Can you imagine that?”

“You're overthinking, Grandfather. In this day and age, who would dare to judge a single mom? Besides, I earn well enough to raise my child. But you insisted on meeting Lucas,” I continued to blame him.

“Let's go home,” he said.

Three days later, I met Lucas in the Judge's office for our wedding. He knew the judge personally, and Lucas ordered to keep our marriage a secret. After the papers were signed, he didn't even bother to treat us to a meal. He just took me from my family and brought me to a new house he bought in the heart of Claybourne City.

As soon as we entered, Lucas took me to the bedroom. My eyes widened in fear at the thought of being forced but it didn't happen. When we were inside the room, his demeanor changed completely. He was gentle with me as he led me to our bed.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, and my heart skipped a beat as his warm breath brushed against my cheek. Before I could react to what he said, Lucas leaned down and kissed my lips gently.

My body trembled from his touch. It wasn't the first time he kissed me, but this time it felt different. Was it because we were now officially married? I wanted to resist and push him away, but it was too late.

He deepened the kiss, and I willingly followed his lead. I savored every movement he made, especially when he gently nibbled on my lower lip. But then, he suddenly stopped and stood up.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

Instead of answering, he just smiled, the kind of smile that could make any girl's heart race. I tried to get up because I felt like I had exposed myself too much to him, but he stopped me.

“Oh my goodness!”

I was surprised when he suddenly kissed my belly, just a few inches away from my intimate area. I pushed his head away and crossed my legs, but Lucas insisted and forcibly spread my legs apart. Before I knew it, he was pleasuring me.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned as he continued his actions. I was losing myself, and I couldn't stop him as he took control of my body. It felt like I was on fire, and I let myself give in to his desires.

“I'm sorry,” he said.

I wondered why he suddenly apologized to me, but I didn't get a chance to ask him because he continued. He undressed me until we were both naked. I couldn't bear to look at him.

Again, he kissed me deeply and passionately, moving down to my neck and then lower, until he reached my breasts. I whimpered as he gently sucked on my nipples. We were both gasping for breath when he finally positioned himself and entered me.

I winced as he moved inside me. I tried to call his name, but he didn't listen. When I looked at his face, our eyes locked. His gaze was intense, and I couldn't look away. His touch was hot, and it overwhelmed me.

“Lucas...” I moaned as I reached my peak, and he followed soon after, collapsing next to me.

His eyes seemed to change color, or maybe it was just my imagination. “I love you,” I said without thinking, but he didn't respond.

He kissed me again, moving from my lips to my neck, and then he gently touched my body. When he reached my intimate area, I tried to resist, but he convinced me to trust him.

I lay down to sleep, a smile on my face. I was so happy!

But my happiness didn't last. He stood up and glared at me. I was confused. I thought we were okay because he had been gentle with me.

“At least your body can make up for the sins you committed against me,” he said, leaving me speechless.