Who Got You Pregnant

“You still won't say, huh, girl? I'm going to keep whipping you until you decide to reveal who got you pregnant,” an old man yelled. He was staring furiously at the young lady who was kneeling before him with her head down and her blonde hair hung loosely around her head. Her belly was bulging out slightly, showing clearly that she was pregnant.

The old man held a cane in his hands which he had been using to whip the girl before him who refused to say a word nor shed a tear. Raising his cane for the umpteenth time, he descended it on her, whipping her harshly on her back and ignoring the gasps of the few people in the large hall of the mansion who watched the girl get beaten but refused to move and stop the old man.

Izabelle Rossador only gritted her teeth in pain and let out a low groan, blinking back her tears. The old man kept whipping her until he grew tired and decided to pause a little. He was becoming more and more angry because she shed no tears and refused to scream the answer he wanted.

“Izabelle Rossador, I'm asking you again. Who got you pregnant? If you don't tell me now, I swear I'm going to send you to your parents and forget that you are my granddaughter,” after saying this, he staggered backward, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily.

A girl slightly younger than Izabelle stepped forward and held the man’s arms before turning sharply to glare at Izabelle and hollered.

“What do you want, sister Izabelle? Just tell grandfather who got you pregnant already. Can't you see how stressed he is?” She again turned to the grandfather and whispered audibly.

“Grandfather, don't bother. You know, sister Izabelle likes attending parties a lot and linking with rich men. I'm sure she got pregnant after having a one-night stand with one of those men. Don't trouble yourself trying to find answers from her. Sister Izabelle might not even know the father of her child.”

“No Jasmine. I'm going to force the answer out of her. She must know who got her into this state. After I whip her more and more, she would say.”

Grandfather Rossador patted the hair of the girl and stared at her with fatherly love. She was always so obedient and took care of him most even though she was just an adopted daughter of the family. She was a sensible kid who loved him unconditionally and was sure his favorite.

He broke away from Jasmine’s hold and gripped his cane tightly before raising it, ready to descend it on her but his hands froze when he heard the forceful opening bang of the hall’s door causing the focus of the family members to shift to the door.

A devilishly handsome man walked in followed by another and a lady behind them. The man at the front marched to where the grandfather was and took the cane from him, tossing it away.

“Stop, Mr. Rossador. The baby is mine and it wouldn't end well if you end up harming it,” he declared.

Gasps and murmurs filled the wide hall as the family members whispered amongst themselves in shock, wondering how things turned out that way. Izabelle stood up from the floor, her heart beating fast and her eyes widened as she stared at the man in front of her grandfather. The man she had come to love since she was a teenage girl. Behind the man was her cousin brother, Jared, and his wife, Kathie.

“Ma..marcel?” She called.

“Quiet.” Marcel shut her up. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it as she watched her grandfather and Marcel stare at each other.

Who told Marcel that she was carrying his child? The only person she told the father of her child was Kathie and that only means that Kathie was the one who ratted her out to him. Marcel's looks were frightening and she almost couldn’t recognize him. He has that piercing gaze that could make anyone feel chills. He was her cousin’s close friend who treated her as nothing more than a loved little sister but the way he looks at her now, she couldn’t find the calmness and soft way he used to stare at her. Perhaps she had expected it.

“Marcel Wilson?” she heard the loud voice of her grandfather call, his brows raising. “You are the baby's father?”

“Yes, Mr. Rossador. I’m ready to take responsibility. We're going to get married.”

Again, the hall was filled with murmurs from the family members and everyone’s eyes widened in surprise. Things had turned out even more interesting than they had expected.

“Marcel,” Izabelle again turned but stopped her words from coming out when Marcel glared at her with that piercing gaze of his. She could hardly recognize him.

“Fine then. You better take responsibility and get married to her before she gives birth. You two are going to get married within the next two months,” with that, the old man harrumphed and marched out of the hall followed by Jasmine who ran to coax the old man, and one after the other, the rest of the walked out until it was remaining just Izabelle and Marcel in the hall.

Izabelle had her head down as she felt his angry eyes on her, boring holes in her face.

“You think this is the best plan to pull? Well, I guess it worked,” he spat.

She raised her head to look at him.

“Wh..what?”

“Don’t act so innocent, Izabelle. I never expected this from you. Drugging me, making me sleep with you, getting pregnant, it was all your plan. Do you really have to do all of this just to make me yours?”

Izabelle’s eyes glittered in tears. She could bear all of the whippings from her grandfather but not these hurtful words from him. She had done no such thing as he was accusing her of. That night at a birthday party of a friend, she had found him drunk and had helped him to a room but just when they got there, he started kissing her neck and pleaded with her to have sex with him. How could she say no when he was the man she has fantasies about? Even if she knew it was one time, she gave her virginity to him that night.

The morning when they woke up, he couldn’t remember the details clearly and apologized, asking her to forget about the previous night. Well, what did she expect?

After two weeks, she found out that she was pregnant and decided to hide it till she couldn’t anymore. She made sure no one suspected her and only told Kathie about it and who the father of her child was. Not until this morning when her grandfather noticed her bulging stomach which she had worn a big shirt to hide.

“I didn’t do anything. That night..”

“I guess I have to compliment you on your awesome plan. You really want to be my wife so bad? Fine. I’m going to get married to you, right? I’m going to take responsibility for the baby in your womb. You win but just to let you know, it’s never going to be the same between us anymore.” Marcel turned his back and walked away from her.

She stared at his back like a whole different person. He has never raised his voice like this at her. He seemed to have changed overnight. It was never her intention to pin him down to herself with a baby. It was never her wish to force him into getting married to her. Her tears flowed freely as all the pains from her grandfather’s whipping occurred to her. She now felt the pain.

Running to her room, she gathered her necessary belongings and left the Rossador family’s ancestral mansion without anyone’s notice. She doesn't desire to get married to someone who doesn’t love her or someone who thinks so badly of her and so, that day was the last she had in the mansion and perhaps the city.