Chapter 7 The Cost Of Revenge

• I woke up to a familiar surrounding, my gaze fixed on the ceiling I'd stared at before. The creamy white paint, the subtle texture, the elegant molding
• It all screamed Kyle.
• I quickly sat up in bed, my heart racing. I'd been here before. This was Kyle's room.
• Memories flooded back, confronting him
• But how did I end up here?
• Fragments of what happened resurfaced,Kyle driving recklessly, my panic.
• I must have passed out.
• My hands instinctively checked my clothes. This wasn't the dress I'd worn today.
• A crisp white shirt, unfamiliar.
• My eyes widened.
• "You don't think I was the one who changed you, right?" a familiar voice said.
• I turned to see Kyle leaning against the doorframe.
• I hadn't even noticed him in the room.
• He checked his watch and let out a sigh.
• "Thought you'd never wake up," Kyle said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Then you started snoring like an hour ago, confirming you're still alive."
• "I don't snore," I protested.
• Kyle raised an eyebrow.
• "Whatever. You're awake now."
• My mind raced.
• "How did I...and my clothes...how?"
• Kyle's expression turned serious.
• "For the record, I didn't change your clothes."
• He paused, then his face darkening.
• "What gave you the nerve to meet my grandmother?" he demanded, stepping closer.
• "You can't even apologize for what you did," I countered. "You almost killed me, driving like that. I told you to stop."
• Kyle's voice remained emotionless.
• "Well, you didn't die."
• His nonchalance sent a chill down my spine.
• "What sort of person are you?" I wondered.
• "Now, answer my question," Kyle pressed.
• I hesitated, meeting his gaze for a few seconds before looking away.
• "Because I thought you'd listen to her since you didn't want to listen to me," I said.
• Kyle smirked.
• "And what makes you think I'll listen to her?" he asked, his eyes glinting.
• Memories resurfaced about Mrs. Prescott's words.
• ~~”Tell me, young lady, what makes you think Kyle will listen to me?" she'd said.”~~
• I pushed aside the thought.
• "Maybe because she's your grandmother," I replied.
• "You really have no idea, do you?"
• His cryptic comment sent unease through me.
• "I'm tired of this!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "I didn't mean to get pregnant. I blame myself for trusting my best friend, for going to that party, for getting drugged. I blame myself for trusting my fiancé and best friend, not knowing they were screwing each other behind my back. And I blame myself for ending up with a psycho like you!"
• Kyle's expression changed but only for a moment.
• "Well, tell you what," he said, scoffing. "You'll soon blame yourself for introducing yourself to my grandmother."
• "And...what do you mean by that?" I asked, my heart racing.
• "She wants me to marry you," Kyle said, his words dropping like a bomb.
• My eyes widened in shock.
• "Marry me?" I repeated, incredulous.
• "Isn't that what you want?" Kyle asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
• "What I want? No, I don't want to marry you!" I screamed.
• Kyle's expression darkened.
• "My grandmother doesn't think that way," he said. "She said you want me to honor my responsibility – clearly, she meant the pregnancy. And she offered me a deal I can't decline...if I don't marry you."
• "A deal?" I asked, my voice trembling.
• "Yes, you've ruined my life, and I won't let you get away with it," Kyle snarled, his eyes blazing.
• I felt trapped, suffocating under his glare.
• "What deal?" I whispered.
• Kyle's smile was menacing.
• "You'll find out soon enough."
• "Okay, firstly, you're trying to blame me?" I said, my voice firm.
• "And who else should I blame for this?" Kyle snapped.
• "You think I want to marry you too?" I spat. "Who would even want to marry someone like you?"
• Kyle's face twisted in rage.
• "What I've been planning for years, you came and ruined it with that thing in you," he growled.
• "Thing?" I repeated, outraged. "That's a human being – our child."
• Kyle's grip on my arm tightened, making me wince.
• "I hate you," he snarled, his teeth gritted.
• "I hate you too," I shot back, jerking my arm free.
• "See, fighting and arguing won't get us anywhere," I said finally. "I don't want to marry you either. I just need you until the child is born, and then I'll walk away from your life."
• Kyle's expression changed , surprise flickered behind his cold gaze.
• "You expect me to believe that?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
• "I don't care what you believe," I replied. "It's the truth."
• Kyle's eyes narrowed.
• "So ?" Kyle asked, his brow furrowed.
• "I have no romantic interest in you," I clarified. "I just want to stay by your side until the child is born, and then I'll walk away from your life. Basically, I just need about 10 months."
• The room fell silent.
• "And you think my grandmother would let you walk away?" Kyle's voice was laced with skepticism.
• "She won't be able to do anything if we enter a contract marriage," I replied.
• Kyle's eyes widened.
• "Contract marriage?" he repeated.
• "Yes," I explained. "To her, we'll really get married, but between us, it'll just be a contract. We'll sign an agreement stating the terms, including the duration – 10 months – and when the contract ends, I'll leave you alone."
• I held my breath.
• Kyle's expression changed from shock to calculation.
• "So, are you in?" I asked.
• Kyle's pause felt like an eternity.
• I just want his answer to be ‘Yes’…
• "You're really funny," Kyle said, breaking the silence.
• I stood firm.
• "This is serious, and I know you don't want to marry me either, so let's just go with my plan," I urged.
• Kyle's gaze narrowed.
• "And why do you want to stay with me till the child is born?" he asked.
• My heart skipped a beat.
• Should I reveal my true intentions?
• Would he still agree to my plan if he knew I sought revenge?
• Kyle's eyes seemed to bore into mine, awaiting my response.
• "Seem you can't answer the question," he said, turning to leave.
• I swiftly rose from the bed and grasped his arm.
• "Acting like this won't get you anywhere," I warned.
• Kyle spun around, pinning me against the wall.
• Why did he always do this? Pinning someone against the wall
• His face inches from mine, his eyes locked onto mine.
• "I can't seem to fathom how I ended up sleeping with you," he whispered. "You're clearly not my type."
• His words stung.
• "Staying with you for more than a minute always gets me mad," he continued. "Now imagine spending months with you?"
• His fingers traced my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
• "And what do you think people will say about you when the news gets out , that you're marrying me?" Kyle asked.
• I swallowed hard.
• "Well, I'll tell you," he sneered. "They'll call you a whore, obsessed with sleeping around and getting married."
• My fists clenched.
• "I don't care what they call me," I spat. "What I'll do is best known to me."
• Kyle's gaze intensified.
• "We'll see about that," he whispered.
• His breath caressed my skin, making my pulse race.