My Pregnant Luna

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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I grip my book tight to my chest as I run in tears, making my way to the bathroom. The tears, clouding my eyes make it difficult for me to see properly and I bump into someone, the chocolate on my body affecting the clothes of the person.

'I'm so sorry,' I sniff, not raising my head to even see who it is. I make to leave, but an arm is outstretched in front of me and connects with the wall, preventing me from leaving. The chocolate poured on me is sticky and I want nothing more than to lock myself up in the girl's bathroom and cry my eyes out on why my life is always the most miserable.

I clean my tears and make to raise my head, but then he places his arm on my head and forces it to stay still, making me unable to see who it is, but my instincts are already screaming his name. Jonathan.

I can already tell by his veiny forearms.

'Look at you, so weak,' he tuts, giving me a condescending look. I don't raise my head to see him, but I can feel it.

'Please...' I stuttered. 'Let me go. It's itchy and I need to wash it off before it destroys my hair,' my voice cracks, I hug my book tighter.

'You don't get to go, Sera. Not until I say so,' he leans, growling into my ear and as his breath tickles my ear, I feel goosebumps rise in every part of my body, making it tremble.

'What do you want from me, Jonathan? Do you want to hit me some more or even prank me? Huh?' I look up at him this time, my heart hammering hard in my chest. This would actually be the first time I stood up to him ever since I can remember.

It seems my question catches him off guard because his eyes widen with a tiny flicker of surprise, and then it changes back to a dark look. I take a shaky breath.

'You have no idea,' he mutters, grabbing a handful of my chocolate coated hair.

'I want to break you into pieces,' his voice grows dark and I shudder because it sounds as cold as ice.

I want to ask what it means, but then he leans forward and sniffs my hair, then closes his eyes as if he is relishing the smell.

He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, a voice interrupts him.

'Well, well, well, if it isn't booger,' the voice gets near and I don't even bother to turn because I know for sure it's Whitney. A literal thorn in my flesh, in fact, the most painful one.

Jonathan steps back, still gripping my hair, he pushes it to the locker and makes to leave, but Whitney intertwines their arms together.

'Where are you going, Jonathan?' She asks, kissing him on the cheeks while staring at me.

Yeah, that's right. I don't know why, but Whitney always tries to make out with him each time in front of me. I have no idea why, but it's disgusting. Having to watch two people act lovey-dovey in front of me? Disgusting.

'You can leave,' she dismisses me.

'I never said she could leave,' his cold voice cut through, making even Whitney flinch.

'And why can't I leave?' I ask, throwing away my fears.

'Because I'm not done with you,' he says. I can feel Whitney glaring daggers at me. I ignore her.

'You know what? I'm not just some toy that you can have and do whatever you want to!' I snap and run into the girl's bathroom, locking myself in one stall.

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