Pregnant By My Best Friend's Brother

Emily grabbed my hand and started pulling me excitedly toward the brightly lit stage. "Come on, Victoria! The ring exchange is over. You have to come say congratulations!"

My stomach twisted violently. I didn't want to go anywhere near that stage, but I couldn't refuse without raising suspicion. Every step felt like walking toward my own execution.

As we climbed the few steps, my eyes immediately found him.

Alexander Sterling.

This was the first time I was seeing him since that night. He stood tall and devastatingly handsome in his perfectly tailored black suit, holding Vanessa's hand. My heart clenched so hard it hurt.

He didn't remember me. Not the way I remembered him.

A part of me felt relieved... but another part broke even more.

Emily pulled me forward with a bright smile. "Brother, meet my best friend, Victoria Morgan. You remember her from school days, right? The cute girl with the bob cut who used to bake you sweets?"

Alexander's sharp gaze shifted to me. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Then his expression turned cold. His lips curled slightly in clear distaste.

"Emily," he said, his voice laced with disappointment, "I expected you to have better taste in friends. Are you still hanging around opportunists like her?"

My face crumpled.

Opportunist?

I stood there frozen, confused and hurt. What was he talking about?

Emily blinked in shock. "What are you talking about, Alex?"

Alexander's cold eyes locked onto mine. "Look at her. Aren't you the girl from the bar that night?" His voice was low but sharp enough for those nearby to hear. "The one seducing my business partner just for a few drinks? Pathetic."

My heart almost dropped to my stomach.

He saw me that night at the bar...

The night I was drunk and desperate, trying to get a stranger to pay my bill. He must have been there. And now he thought I was some cheap, desperate girl who threw herself at men.

Vanessa's hand loosened around Alexander's arm, and her face relaxed. A satisfied smirk played on her lips.

Emily immediately let go of her brother's arm. "Alexander! Apologize right now! You can't say things like that to her!"

Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't breathe. The pain in my chest was suffocating. I turned to Emily, forcing my voice to stay steady even though it was breaking.

"I... I have to leave. You enjoy the party."

I turned away quickly, desperate to escape. But my eyes met an even more terrifying sight.

My grandfather.

He was sitting in the front row of VIP seats, watching me like a hawk. The moment our eyes locked, I felt ice run down my spine. His cold, calculating stare pierced through me, warning me without words.

Stay in line. Don't cause trouble.

Alexander was still watching me. Emily looked furious as she glared at her brother. "I didn't expect something so horrible from you, Alex. Victoria is my best friend. I will never forgive you for speaking to her like this."

Vanessa let out a cold laugh. "Why are you overreacting, Emily? Alexander didn't say anything wrong. She's just a mistress's daughter. What else would you expect from her?"

Alexander looked at Vanessa, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

Vanessa smiled sweetly, but her words were venomous. "Her mother seduced my father and had her out of wedlock. She's my half-sister. Just like her mother, she loves throwing herself at powerful men for favors. It's in her blood."

The words hit me like sharp knives.

Emily's face turned red with anger. "Vanessa, shut up. Don't you dare speak about my friend like that again."

I couldn't take it anymore. My vision blurred with tears as I turned and hurried down the steps, desperate to disappear from their sight. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach for a brief second.

I had barely taken a few steps away from the stage when my grandfather slowly rose from his seat. My body froze. The entire hall seemed to grow colder as he walked toward me with measured, powerful steps, leaning on his elegant black walking stick.

Instinctively, my hand moved to wrap protectively around my stomach. I felt the slight tremble in my fingers as I tried to hide it.

He stopped right in front of me, his sharp eyes studying my face like a predator.

"Victoria," he said calmly, his voice carrying quiet authority. "May I speak with you for a moment?"

My legs felt shaky, but I forced myself to nod. "Yes, Grandpa."

He turned without another word and started walking toward the exit. I followed him obediently, glancing back one last time. Alexander's cold gaze was fixed on my back, filled with heavy disgust. The look made my chest tighten painfully.

It's better this way, I told myself. Let him hate me. At least he'll stay far away.

We stepped outside into the cool night air. A black luxury car was already waiting. Grandpa entered first, and I slid in after him. The door closed with a heavy click, sealing us inside.

For a long moment, there was only silence.

"I've seen you hanging around the Sterlings quite often these past weeks," he finally spoke, his tone dangerously low. "Did you forget what I specifically ordered you to do?"

I gulped, my throat dry. "I never did anything wrong, Grandpa. I did exactly what you asked me to do that night at the masquerade party. I haven't crossed paths with him since then. I swear."

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he lifted his walking stick and tapped the top of it firmly against my shaking knee. I flinched.

"You seem very nervous," he said coldly. "Why is that?"

"It's... it's nothing like that," I whispered, my voice trembling.

His eyes narrowed. "On stage just now, you were looking at him with those eyes. You better not let anyone know what you did two months ago at that party. Do I make myself clear?"

My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I remembered that night so clearly the night I had pretended to be Vanessa, seduced Alexander while wearing a mask.

"I won't tell anyone," I said shakily, my voice barely holding together. "I'll stay away from Alexander. He will never know that it was me that night. Please... just let me live in peace from now on."

Grandpa stared at me for a long moment before he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cream-colored envelope. He tossed it onto my lap.

"This is your acceptance letter," he said flatly. "Assistant Designer position at Chen Studios. Your money has already been transferred to your account."

My eyes widened in disbelief. He had actually kept his promise.

"Don't show your face in this city again," he continued. "There's no need for you to attend the wedding, even if your little friend begs you to come. Do you understand what will happen if you disobey me?"

The threat hung heavy in the air. I knew exactly what he meant. My mother had disappeared the same way erased completely when she became inconvenient.

I nodded quickly, clutching the envelope tightly. "I understand."

As long as he never found out I had slept with Alexander... as long as no one knew about the baby growing inside me... I could endure anything.

Grandpa had used me to make Alexander agree to marry Vanessa that night at the masquerade ball. Alexander already hated me. There was no need to add fuel to that fire by revealing the truth.

The car stopped. I stepped out without another word, the cool night air hitting my tear-streaked face.

This was my life now.

Carrying the child of the man who despised me, while pretending everything was fine.