Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 166 – Saying Goodbye

Arabella

“What fresh hell is this?” I mutter, staring at the news coverage from Elysium in horror. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Frederic, who is by far the most conniving wolf I’ve ever met, is on screen getting tricked into admitting his crimes by that little W***e, Selene. The worst part is that she drags me into it too, and he doesn’t deny a single word.

My mouth falls wider and wider open with every word that passes between them. The cunning b***h clearly knows they’re being watched, and she eggs him on for the cameras. A dozen questions flood my mind as their conversation escalates. How on earth did this happen? How did she even find out the truth? She isn’t smart enough to figure it out on her own.

Igasp when Frederic raises his hand to strike Selene, clamping my own hand over my mouth and knowing the answers aren’t important. The only question that matters now is how in the hell I’m going to hide this from Bastien. This is going to be at the top of the news cycle all week long – at a minimum. I can’t keep breaking the cable and making fake newspapers. Making a few edits to one or two articles is one thing, but I simply don’t have the time to do it every day.

Not to mention Bastien is already getting too impatient to return to Elysium. Even if I can find a way to cover this up, he’s going to keep pressuring me to stop stalling and return home. He already sent the annulment papers to Selene, as far as he’s concerned every moment we delay is another day for her and Frederic to make a head start.

Even now, I can hear him stirring in the other room. I have to think fast, I have to find a way to delay him and hide the news at once. Desperation takes hold of me as Bastien appears in the doorway, and I slam my finger down on the remote’s power button.

His handsome brow furrows as he looks between me and the television.” What was that?”

“Nothing!” I exclaim, much too quickly. “Just more of the same nonsense they’re always spinning. You’re a monster, Selene’s a goddess – you know.”

“I know you hate it, Bella.” Bastien sighs, coming forward and reaching for the remote. “But it’s important I keep up with everything happening in Elysium, even if it’s infuriating.”

He pries the black rectangle out of my fingers, and I panic, turning and Nat grabbing the vase of flowers sitting on the coffee table. The screen comes to life and a reporter sitting behind a news desk only has time to say, “the shocking video-” before I bring down the heavy glass on the back of Bastien’s head with all my strength.

my phone, dialing swiftly. The man who made me Bastien’s memory potion gave me his number on my last visit, a gesture I’m now eternally grateful for – especially considering the fact that I don’t want to risk

before a gruff voice answers, filling me with instant relief despite his hostile tone. “I told you only to use this number in

wouldn’t normally trust an underworld potion maker with

turn to. “I’ve got an unconscious man who needs to be moved, and I need a strong sleeping potion- something that can

sounding annoyed and excited

foolishly, wincing after the words are out of my mouth. That was

gleefully. “Well then, I’ll be right

Selene

know if I can

at me in the bathroom mirror, both thoroughly familiar, yet strange. Helene concocted a potion that would disguise my eyes after a few drops have been applied directly to my cornea, and we’re testing it out for the first time. Now instead of the ethereal combination of blue and violet I’m used to seeing, both of my eyes are an unremarkable shade

it is to see myself this way, my altered image is not the cause of my unease. We’re supposed to leave within the hour, and while I’m still confident

taking Bastien’s bodyguard with them. Still the prospect of being separated from her while everything is

true that Frederic has been exposed to the

especially with the constant news coverage. In

by the time the enforcers arrived at his apartment, he was gone. I hate knowing he’s out there somewhere probably plotting his revenge, and I pray

my darling.” Helene murmurs, rubbing my arms. “This is not the time for doubts. You need your confidence

eyes. “It’s fear. I’m afraid of leaving Lila like this, I’m afraid that I won’t come back… I know what it’s like to grow up without a mother – I don’t

why you’ll fight so hard to return.” Helene reminds me. “You have something to