Cold Revenge

Selena's POV

"Why can't you just bloody believe me, Kingsley?" I cried, my voice trembling as tears streamed down my cheeks. My heart pounded against my ribcage, frantic and desperate, but Kingsley's face remained a storm of fury.

He stood in front of me like a wall of stone, eyes blazing with betrayal. I reached out for him, praying that just one touch could melt the ice in his gaze, but he recoiled as if my hand carried a disease.

"Don't touch me, Selena," he snarled, his voice low and venomous. "You're disgusting. You think you can lie your way out of this? Out of what I saw with my own eyes? You... you bloody liar!"

My chest tightened. I was losing him. "Kingsley, I swear to you, I don't remember what happened. I would never do that to you. Please, just believe me. The baby growing inside me... it's yours. I don't know how Silas ended up there, but I didn't do what you think I did."

He laughed-cold, bitter, unrecognizable. "You expect me to believe you don't remember anything from that night? Do you know what it felt like, Selena? Walking in and finding him in our bed? Seeing Kathryn's face twist into mockery while you scrambled for words?"

"No," I whispered, clutching my stomach. "It wasn't like that. I don't know how it happened. Someone must've-"

"Save it," he spat, his voice like shards of broken glass. "I'm tired of your pathetic excuses."

I tried again, placing his hand gently over my stomach. "This is our baby, Kingsley. Please don't punish our child for something I didn't do. I would never betray you. Please believe me."

But he snatched his hand away as though burned. "I don't want anything to do with you or that thing inside you."

My knees buckled. I dropped to the floor, sobbing. The ache in my chest deepened, turning sharp as his next words sliced through the air like a knife.

"I, Kingsley Grayson, hereby end everything between us, Selena Hart. Don't ever come near me again."

My breath hitched. For a moment, everything inside me stilled. The life I had built with Kingsley-every touch, every whispered promise, every fight we had faced together-shattered with those words. I couldn't breathe. The pain was unbearable.

"No... Kingsley, don't do this. Please, I need you."

But he was unmoved. "You're no longer welcome here. If you're still here when I return, I'll have security throw you out."

I looked up, stunned. "How can you be this cruel?" I choked. "Do you not care about me at all? Do you honestly believe I would betray you, just like that?"

"Why wouldn't I? I've seen you countless times with him. Even when o told you I wasn't comfortable with it seeing that he's my rival yet you still meet up with him."

"And I told you severally that those were chsnced meetings. I have never met up with him on purpose. It's like someone is orchestrating the meeting. I swear to you Kingsley, I didn't do anything with him. I wouldn't do that to you."

He paused by the doorway, his jaw tight. For a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes-pain, hesitation, maybe even love-but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Kingsley turned back to me with a smirk of disdain. "Don't ever call that child mine again. You're nothing but a mistake I should've corrected long ago."

And with that, he was gone.

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The room was silent except for my quiet sobs. My thoughts raced back to that night. I had woken up in Kingsley's penthouse, disoriented, the scent of foreign cologne lingering in the sheets. And next to me, Silas. His arms were still tangled in the blankets, his breathing soft and even, as though nothing had happened.

Standing by the door, Kathryn-my best friend, or so I thought-had a satisfied smile on her lips. And Kingsley's face had been a mask of shattered trust.

I had no memory of how I got there. No memory of what happened. Just darkness-and now, devastation.

But even as I wept, unaware of the world beyond these walls, something far more sinister was unraveling just beneath the surface.

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Not far from the Grayson Tower, two figures met in the shadows of a private club. One wore a long, hooded coat that shielded her face; the other stood poised, radiating silent satisfaction.

"It's done," the hooded woman murmured. Her voice was hollow, expressionless.

The other woman-Kathryn, Selena's trusted friend-smiled faintly, her eyes glinting with triumph. "Good. She won't be a problem anymore. But we'll have make sure that's she's gone permanently. You know what to do."

The cloaked figure nodded. "But where do I bring her to. And now do o get her out of the house without anyone....

"Are you asking me to do your job for you? Why do I pay you so much if I still have to help you think."

"It's just that it'll be easier for you to lure her out since you're her best friend and....

"I'm not here to make your job easier for you. Do what you have to do and I want her gone by tomorrow. Permanently " She said and walked away.

SELENA

I fell hard against the cold marble floor, and my body shook with loud sobs as the chill of the ground seeped into my bones. Each breath I took felt heavy and hard, as if my sadness made the air thicker. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch out longer and darker, reflecting the crushing weight pressing down on my chest.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps breaking the quiet.

With great effort, I lifted my tear-soaked face, my heart racing with a tiny spark of hope that it could be Kingsley coming to find me. But it wasn't. It was her.

Kathryn.

She stood in the doorway, wearing that same smug smile she had the day everything went wrong. She held herself tall and proud, just like a queen watching over her kingdom. Seeing her made something twist deeply inside me, changing my sadness into anger.

My thoughts betrayed me, pulling me back to the day when Kingsley walked in and found me in bed with Silas. The pain I saw on his face filled me with regret. He looked heartbroken, betrayed, and so angry. Behind him stood Kathryn, with her arms crossed. Her face was calm and unreadable, but I could see a hint of satisfaction in her eyes at that moment.

I had been waiting for her to stand up for me, to say that I was with her before everything went wrong. But she didn't say a single word to help me.

"Why are you here?" I croaked, trying hard to keep my voice steady.

She tilted her head, looking at me as if she found the situation funny. Without warning, she grabbed my arm and pulled me up roughly. Her touch was cold and strong-nothing like the kind friend I once knew.

"You should really do better, Selena. The situation isn't looking like it's going in your favour, is it?" she mocked, her voice dripping with scorn.

I yanked my arm away, feeling a surge of rage boil beneath my skin. Ever since that horrible day, I had tried to reach Kathryn countless times. I called her, sent her messages, and even showed up at her door, hoping she would speak to me. But she ignored everything, leaving me feeling abandoned and alone. And now, here she was, standing in front of me, her words filled with venom.

"Hear me out, Kathryn," I pleaded, my voice shaky. "That day, you and I were together before everything went wrong. You know that I wouldn't have ended up in that bed willingly. If you had just spoken up, if you had told Kingsley the truth-"

She cut me off with an eye roll, clearly uninterested in my desperate attempt to reason with her.

"I really need your help," I continued, my heart racing. "Kingsley has rejected me. He told me I can only come back if I give up the baby. But Kathryn... it's his child. I swear it. I've never been with Silas like that. You know me. You know I wouldn't lie."

For a brief moment, I saw her expression change. It flickered, but there was no guilt, no regret in her eyes. Instead, there was something else-perhaps amusement?

Then she laughed, a short, cruel sound that echoed off the marble walls.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, she turned her back to me and signaled with a flick of her hand. Moments later, four security guards entered the room. My stomach twisted in apprehension. What did she need guards for?

"What is this?" I demanded, though my voice came out shaky and small, betraying my fear.

Kathryn turned her head slightly. "Kingsley has given an order," she said flatly. "To save face. Your affair-and the pregnancy-it's too much for him. He can't risk the scandal."

The men moved closer, their grips like iron around my arms. I struggled against them, my heart racing with panic and terror.

"He wants to terminate the pregnancy," she said calmly. "I volunteered to oversee it personally. To make sure it's... clean."

"No-Kathryn, no!" I shouted, panic taking over as they dragged me from the room.

She didn't flinch.

They took me to a private medical suite-bright lights and sterile white walls. I kicked and screamed, but they forced me onto a bed and strapped my limbs down. The leather restraints bit into my skin, but I didn't stop fighting.

"Kathryn, don't do this," I sobbed. "You know I didn't cheat on him."

She stepped into the room, her gaze sweeping over me with an eerie calmness. "You keep saying that, Selena. But perception is reality. And soon, I'll be Kingsley's fiancée. That's the truth you'll have to live with."

My breath caught. "You... what?"

She leaned closer, voice low and icy. "You can clear your name, sure. But only if you disappear. Permanently."

Tears welled in my eyes. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you! You're my best friend"

"Trust is for the weak," she whispered, "You call yourself my best friend but you keep taking what I want. I wanted the job as his secretary but you took it. I've always had eyes for Kingsley but you took him too. The only way I can stop living in your shadow is if you're gone." She added then signaled the doctors.

They came in like ghosts, silent and efficient. One of them shoved a cloth into my mouth, muffling my screams.

"Secure her," Kathryn said flatly.

I couldn't breathe through the panic. They held my limbs down harder, the straps now unbearably tight. I watched through tear-blurred vision as a syringe was prepared-cold, gleaming, final.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," Kathryn murmured as she turned to leave.

I tried to call out to her, my voice nothing but muffled agony behind the gag. But she never looked back.

As the needle neared my abdomen and the doctors leaned in, I thrashed with everything I had left. But no one heard my silent screams.

Only the cold, sterile hum of betrayal remained.

KATHRYN'S POV

I felt a rush of excitement as everything began falling into place just the way I planned. My heart raced with anticipation as I headed toward the clinic. I could still hear Selena's cries, begging for Kingsley to save her, but I ignored them. Instead, I let myself enjoy the wicked satisfaction I got from what I was about to do.

"Miss Kathryn Saunders, welcome," the doctor greeted politely, having no idea what I was really up to.

"Thank you. She's here as instructed by the CEO," I replied coldly, making sure to sound in control. I was about to become the CEO's fiance, and I wanted her to feel my authority.

"Very well. I'll start preparing for the procedure," she replied, unknowingly stepping right into my trap.

I stopped her. "You will speak to me with respect. I am the future fiance of Mr. Harrison. Address me as such."

She blinked in surprise but kept her voice steady. "Of course. How may I assist you, Miss Saunders?"

"I need more than just your usual duties," I said firmly. "If you disobey me, the consequences will be severe. Do you understand?"

I stepped closer and told her exactly what I needed her to do. Her eyes widened in horror. She tried to protest, but one sharp look from me shut her up quickly.

"If you're scared of getting caught, don't be. I will be the fiance in just four days," I said, trying to ease her fear or use it against her.

Still, she refused. "I'm sorry. I can't do what you're asking."

Her courage amused me.

"Tyler," I said softly, watching her carefully. "He's your grandson, isn't he?"

Her eyes widened, and I knew I'd found her weak spot. "Is he?"

"Yes... yes, he is," she admitted, her voice shaking.

I smiled slowly. "Such a sweet little boy. It would be a real tragedy if something bad happened to him, don't you think?"

"No, please. Don't hurt him. I'll do it," she begged, tears filling her eyes.

I felt victorious. "That's better. Family should be protected, right?" I said, pretending to care. "Now get to work."

I walked out of the office with a smile on my face. My guards followed closely behind, ready to carry out the next part of my plan.

"Should we head home now, Miss Saunders?" one of the guards, Sam, asked. "It's getting very dark outside."

I looked up and saw that night had already fallen. "Yes, Sam. Let's go. Everything is going just as it should."

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SELENA'S POV

As the fog in my mind began to clear, panic quickly took its place. It felt like a heavy weight was holding me down, making it hard to breathe and move. I tried to shift my body, to say something, or even to scream, but nothing happened. A wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had no control over anything.

Then, the clinic doctor walked in, and a small flicker of hope ignited within me. Maybe she could help me.

"Please," I whispered, my voice so weak it barely came out. "Please help me save my baby."

She looked at me, and I noticed a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Just maybe, she would choose to help me.

"Thank you," I said, trying my best to smile despite the pain that overwhelmed me. "I knew you still had kindness inside you."

But my heart sank when I saw her reach for a syringe, moving closer to me with it.

"What... what is that?" I asked, my voice shaking and filled with fear.

"It's just a sedative," she replied matter-of-factly, as if those words would make everything okay.

"No, please. Don't do this," I pleaded, my desperation growing louder. "This baby is innocent. He deserves a chance to live."

She hesitated for a moment, and I could see a flicker of guilt in her eyes. For just a brief second, I thought that maybe she would reconsider what she was about to do.

But she didn't. She pressed the syringe into my arm, and fear surged through my entire body.

"Please," I begged again, my voice breaking. "Stop! Don't do this to my baby!" A wave of helplessness washed over me, and I felt tears fill my eyes as I realized how much I was fighting for something so precious.

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I didn't know how long I was out. When I woke up, I felt dizzy, my stomach turning. The room spun around me, and I couldn't focus. My body was in pain, sharp and constant.

I looked around and realized I was still in the clinic room. My hands were tied with cold metal cuffs. I tried to sit up, but a burning pain shot through my side, and I screamed.

"Why am I still tied up?" I cried. "What have you done to me?"

The doctor stood nearby, her face unreadable. "The sedative had a strong anesthetic in it," she said quietly.

"Anesthetic?" I gasped. "That could have killed me... Why would you use that if the goal was just to end the pregnancy?"

I was terrified. Was this their way of killing me?

"They made me do it," she whispered. "I didn't want to. They threatened my family."

My body shook with pain, and I could see bruises under my skin, a cruel reminder of what they'd done.

"They wanted me dead... didn't they?" I said, more to myself than her.

"Kingsley... he sent you, right?" I asked, heartbroken. "How could he do this to me?"

"I didn't want to hurt you," the doctor said again. "They threatened my grandson. I'm so sorry."

Through the pain, one thought kept returning"Kingsley. I tried reaching him through our phone, but there was only silence.

"He blocked me," I whispered. "He doesn't even want to hear me."

Tears poured down my cheeks. The pain, the betraya, it was too much.

"I would never betray him," I sobbed. "I thought he knew that."

But he was gone. And I was left here, dying.

"I swear," I cried, voice hoarse with pain. "If I make it out of here, I will make them pay."

As darkness wrapped around me again, I swore one last time if I had to fight from the other side, I would. I wouldn't rest until every last one of them faced the pain they caused me.