Page 118 of Sinful Betrayal

“I fucking knew it.” I run my hands through my hair. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Anton…” She turns the photo over, as if she can’t bear to look at the evidence of her betrayal.

“I want you out of my house.” My voice shakes with rage. “Now!”

Nina shakes her head, her eyes welling with tears as she looks up at me.

“Please, l-let me explain?—”

“I think this picture explains it all, don’t you?”

“Anton,” Nina sobs.

The sound of my name on her lips has me swallowing bile.

“I-it’s not what you think…”

“Please, tell me what I think, Nina.”

“He… Igor is…” She swallows, shaking her head.

“Tell me the fucking truth!”

Nina flinches.

“He’s my father,” she whispers.

I swallow the laugh that builds in my throat.

None of it had been real. What Nina and I had was nothing more than a revenge plan, and I had blindly fallen into her trap.

Nina gets to her feet, and I automatically step backward.

I don’t feel guilty at the flash of hurt in her eyes, not when my heart feels like it’s being cracked in two.

“He sent me here to seduce you,” she mumbles, wrapping her arms around her body as she nervously chews on her lip.

“He’ll be very proud of how well you did.” I fold my arms over my chest.

I was nothing more than a game to her, a way to seek revenge for her brother.

“If the whole ballet dream doesn’t work out, perhaps you should apply for an acting scholarship at Juilliard.”

“Anton, please…” Her voice cracks. “It’s not like that. I-I’m in love with you.”

She sobs, reaching for me, but I shake her off, not registering her words.

I’ve wanted to hear them for so long, but now they just sound empty.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” My voice sounds cold.

“Anton—”

“Get out!” I yell, slamming my hand down on the table, causing the glasses to rattle.

Nina jumps, her hands going to her stomach as her face crumples.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

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