All Chapters of Pregnant By My Ex's Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The music was too loud and the lights too bright, but none of it could drown out the sound of my own heartbeat slamming in my ears.I pushed through the crowd, plastic smile still stuck on my face because it was supposed to be our night. One year together. Marcus had promised a surprise. I thought maybe a ring, or at least dinner somewhere quiet. Instead I followed the sound of his laugh down a hallway I wasn’t supposed to go, past the velvet ropes, and into a private lounge that smelled like expensive cologne and betrayal.The door was cracked open.I saw them before my brain could catch up. Marcus with his pants around his ankles, hips moving in that familiar rhythm I knew too well. The girl’s legs wrapped around him, her red dress hiked up, nails digging into his back. She was moaning his name like she’d earned it.This fucking bastard!!!I swear time didn’t stop. It just got heavier.I stood there frozen, one hand still holding the stupid little gift bag I’d brought for him, a

I should have told him to stop. I should have asked him to drive me home and forget this whole night ever happened. But the alcohol was loud in my blood, and the picture of Marcus laughing while he was inside that girl kept flashing behind my eyes.I couldn't even think straight.I turned toward Damien instead, my hand sliding over his on my thigh, pressing it harder against me.“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, my voice cracking. A fresh tear slipped down. “Marcus… he fucked her like I meant nothing. Like all the times I let him have me whenever he wanted didn’t count for shit. And she wasn’t even that pretty. She wasn’t. But he still chose her over me.”Damien’s jaw clenched tight. His fingers dug into my thigh, but he didn’t pull away. The car slowed like he was actually considering pulling over. “Elena… you’re drunk. You’re hurting. I’m not going to be the guy who takes advantage of you like this.”But his hand stayed right there, thumb still moving, making it hard to thi

“Stay in the car,” Damien said sharply, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist before I could fully open the door. His voice was low and tight, the kind of tone that usually made people listen. “Elena, I mean it. Do not get out.”I turned to look at him, the world tilting sideways in that dizzy, warm way the alcohol made everything feel. For a second I just smiled at him , this slow, drunk, stupid smile that probably looked ridiculous with my tear-streaked face and messy hair.My heart felt too big for my chest. Everything was spinning, but looking at him made it spin in a good way.“I love you,” I said softly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. They felt true in that moment, even if they were soaked in liquor and pain. “I think I always did a little. Even when I was with him.”Damien’s eyes widened, something raw flashing across his face. His grip on my wrist tightened for a second like he wanted to pull me back in and never let go. But then his jaw clenched and he le