Page 37 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

I’d been trying to figure out what it was I did wrong, but so far, my efforts had been futile, and now, I couldn’t help but blame myself. Maybe I’d been too forward; maybe I threw myself at him, and then he took advantage of that.

He was so attractive, and I wanted to feel him inside me so badly that I hadn’t stopped for one minute to think about the speed of my pace. Everything was happening so fast, and I thought we were on the same page.

I was so stupid and naïve.

What the fuck were you thinking? I slapped my forehead, embarrassed. Babushka warned you—she told you that he was bad—hell, Mom and Dad clearly didn’t want you associating with him, but you didn’t listen. You never do; that’s your problem, Sienna. You always do what you want regardless of what anyone else thinks or says about it.

In a way, that’s a good thing, another voice in my head said.

Is it, though? the previous voice asked. Because right now, she’s sulking in bed, crying her eyes out.

Well, technically, she’s not crying yet, the one said.

Stop indulging her. She fucked up.

Of course, she did, and she knows that—stop being too hard on her.

I’m sorry, but I can’t. That’s my job as her voice of reason.

I groaned at the constant voices in my head, threatening to drive me crazy.

“Please, be quiet for one second and let me think!” I said aloud.

For a moment there, it was silent in my head, and I let out an exhausted sigh.

Why are you so hurt anyway? It’s not like he didn’t tell you he was a bad guy, and bad guys do bad stuff, like breaking a pretty girl’s heart. You know that.

“I do,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes.

So, why are you so upset?

Because she feels used.

The other voice wasn’t wrong. That was exactly how I was feeling.

Vlad had treated me like a one-night stand, like a little fling. I thought he had some respect for me, considering how gentle he was with my body. I thought I was different from other girls—special. But I was wrong. I was just another name he’d crossed off a long list of girls.

His cold words resounded in my head: Go home, Sienna. I have work to do.

It wasn’t what he’d said that hurt me; it was how he’d said it. His tone was cold and indifferent, evidence of his disregard for my feelings. That was what hurt me. To make matters worse, his expression was unreadable, and I knew then that I truly meant nothing to him. I was just some used trash to be disposed of.

I tried to give him the benefit of doubt, but it had been seven days already, and still no word from him—that was one-hundred sixty-eight hours, ten-thousand eighty minutes, and six-hundred four-thousand eight-hundred seconds. If you asked me, that was long enough.

Alright, enough sulking, Sienna, my voice of reason said. Vlad’s been such a sick dick to you.

True. That was a dick move.

Clearly, he didn’t want me around anymore; he’d gotten what he wanted from me.

The connection I thought we’d shared was one-sided by the looks of things, although the attraction was real. We’d acted on it, and he got more than enough.

You’re hurting. But you need to get over it, the other voice said. He’s moved on like you never existed. You should do the same.

Hold on, my voice of reason chipped in. What if you’re wrong? What if Vlad hasn’t moved on like you think? What if there’s something more to this that meets the eye?

Are you on his side now? the other voice asked, prompting me to frown.

I’m not. I’m only pointing out a possibility that we’re leaving out of the equation.

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