An affair with my husband's son
I never planned on getting married to anybody. The plan was getting a good job at twenty, get my freedom, and go to college...not until I found myself in a wedding dress.
I was married to Mr Fernandez, instead of my sister. And now, I am falling for his son - hard.
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Chapter 1
Selina's POV :
I never agreed to get married to a man I don't have an idea of. I never agreed to my parents wishes, but in the next few hours, I saw myself in a white wedding dress, still with my sneakers on.
An impromptu wedding.
This man I heard is supposed to get married to my sister, and definitely not me. I could remember hours ago, my sister was having that conversation with my parents about the man she was to get married to, but what why is it now me on the Isle.
A few hours ago...
"He is a nice guy from a nice background, Nala, and I promise you, you will like him." I could hear my mother Jasmine conversing with Nala. I peeped to watch and listen to what they were saying, instead of cleaning the house as I was expected to.
Nala had her leg on the other, looking like someone who might burst in tears soon. "Why should I be the one to marry him? What about Selina? She is also old enough to get married. Why me? What offense did I commit?"
"Selina is..." Father wanted to say something, but Nala cut him off before he could.
"She is what? She is over eighteen already. Why can't she get married? Why do I have to be the one to pay for your debts?"
I heard mother sigh, and quickly I moved away.
I heard Nala is getting married to pay off my family's debts. She doesn't know the person she is getting married to, and I do felt pity for her.
Turning to peep again, I saw her standing right in front of me, glaring hard at me.
"You were eavesdropping. Who do you think you are?" She scowled angrily at me.
"I am so sorry. I shouldn't have."
"Is that an attempt to make fun of me? Oh!" She exclaimed, "I will be getting married to a strange man, while you do nothing, but peep around like a dirty rat. You sick girl!" She snapped at me.
"Sorry." I apologized again. Of course she doesn't like me, I don't know why. My parents also treat me badly, I also don't know why it is so. Crazy right?
But they are still my family, and every affair in the family should matter to me too.
"If you are truly sorry, then run along. You are not needed here, because the more I see you, the more I get angry so much that I could kill you. Scram!!" She yelled angrily, and quickly, I ran away before she could actually lay out her anger on me.
I ran to the kitchen to continue what I was doing - cleaning.
I was busy cleaning when I heard my phone ring silently in my pocket. I picked it up, and the next sound I heard was vociferous.
"Happy birthday Selina!!" I quickly took the phone away from my ear.
It's my birthday?
Putting it back, the many voices I heard brought out a smile on my face.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart."
They were my friends. Three of them - Paula, Erica and Lilian.
They are the only friends I have, who always got my back, and besides, I maybe have forgotten it's my birthday today. They are always the ones to remind me and greet me.
My parents? They have no clue. I even doubt they remember the month or year I was born.
Everyday has been a normal day for me.
My twentieth birthday.
I really am twenty today.
"Thanks guys."
"So, tonight? Don't tell me we are not celebrating this time."
I sighed deeply. Of course I wish to celebrate my birthday with my friends, but I can't. I have a lot of chores to do. I might also get tired when I am done with my chores. No time to think about a celebration.
I don't think I have the time to celebrate today.
"Guys, I am not..."
"You can't say no this time." I heard Lilian's voice. "We are at the front of your house already." Erica added.
Wait, what?!
I looked out the window to see them standing by the gate, waiting for me to come out.
"Seriously guys. You know my mom would never agree to this. She would lock me up."
"She won't." I heard Lilian say again. "We got your back babe."
I took away the cleaning brush, rushed out of the house to meet them, tucking my phone back into my pocket.
"Guys, I have got a lot of work to do today,"
"Common, it's your birthday." The girls moved closer to me and hugged me. "Happy birthday sweetheart."
"Thanks guys." I smiled at them, as they withdrew.
"We will explain to the woman of the house." I could hear Paula mumble while applying lipstick to her lips.
I raised my brows. "Paula, you have enough red on your lips."
"My crush lives in this street. I have to make a good impression for him to like me. I have to look classy enough for him."
Lilian hissed. "Sick."
"Common guys. We have a lot of explanations to do with her mom." The three went with me into the house.
Getting into the house, I saw Nala standing by the kitchen window, glaring at me as if I had done something so terrible that my head could go with it. Infact her glare got me terrified, almost wondering what I did wrong.
I didn't steal anything, right?
I quickly quickened my pace to go meet my friends.
They convinced mom, but it did take time before she could agree.
"But it is her birthday, ma'am." Erica explained to her.
I thought she would be surprised to hear what she said, but her expression disappointed me. So disappointed.
Her facial expression was still the same - gloomy.
"She hasn't done all her chores and besides, birthdays are for kids. Who does birthdays at this time of age, my dear? You just said she will be twenty today, and here, you wish to take her home to celebrate her birthday as if she is a kid."
"But ma'am. A girl's twentieth birthday should be an unforgettable experience for her." Lilian disagreed.
Mom frowned.
"But shouldn't that be the eighteenth birthday?"
"But you never celebrated her eighteenth birthday." Paula replied in a mumble, thinking no one would hear what she said, but I heard and smiled.
"Ma'am, if you are afraid she will be alone all by herself, then don't worry too much. We are her friends, we will take care of her." Erica assured, but it doesn't look as if she was yet convinced.
"She needs to do all the work. She hasn't even done anything properly."
"We will help her."
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9.0
I was a wolfless Omega, forced into a humiliating contract with Alpha Declan just to keep my mother's life support running.
Four years ago, he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate, treating me like a shameful secret.
But one night, I unlocked his tablet and discovered the sickening truth.
He already had a "Chosen Mate," Karly, and a secret daughter named Ava.
While I was fed gray nutrient paste like a stray dog, he was parading them around as his perfect family.
He even moved them into the master suite and tossed out the last wooden toy belonging to my dead son.
Worse, I found out my own stepbrother was Karly's spy, helping them keep me in the dark.
The week I was hemorrhaging in the hospital, terrified of losing my baby, Declan wasn't fighting a border war. He was buying Karly diamonds in Paris.
The week my mother suffered a massive stroke, he abandoned her to take his secret daughter skiing.
I was entirely alone, a convenient shield for his lies.
But the absolute betrayal burned away my lingering grief, leaving behind a freezing, unbreakable clarity.
I didn't just want a divorce anymore; I wanted to burn their entire world to ash.
So, I slipped a forged termination agreement into his stack of Pack contracts.
Blinded by his own arrogance, the Alpha signed my freedom without even looking.
Holding the legal key to my cage and a folder full of his treacherous secrets, I sped out of the manor and dialed an encrypted number.
"It's time. Unleash hell."
8.4
I saved a man bleeding out in the snow. He had no memory, so I called him Ben.
We lived in a cabin, fell in love, and married by firelight with no witnesses but the ghosts of my parents.
Then one day, he disappeared.
Two years later, he returned. Not as my husband, but as Bernard Logan, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family.
And he didn't remember me.
He brought his cruel new fiancée to my clinic and treated me like a stranger.
When she threw my father’s antique music box into a cactus display, he watched as I tore my hands apart trying to save it.
He called our past a "drug-induced hallucination" and threatened to destroy me if I spoke up.
Worst of all, I found out I was pregnant.
He cornered me in the hospital room, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth I used to know.
"Is it mine?"
I knew if I said yes, he would turn my child into a killer like him. Or his fiancée would ensure we never survived.
So I looked the love of my life in the eye and lied.
"No," I said. "It's not yours."
I signed his NDA, took his hush money, and vanished to Europe to raise my twins alone.
I thought I was free. I found a good man who actually loved me.
But three years later, at an art gallery in Zurich, the crowd parted.
Bernard was standing there, staring at me with a terrifying hunger.
He had found out the truth.
And he was ready to burn the world down to get us back.
7.5
After her father's gambling debts put a target on her back, Elara Vance is sold at a private auction to the most feared man in the city: Julian Blackwood, the ruthless heir to a dark empire. But Julian doesn't want a maid or a lover-he wants a "pet." Stripped of her autonomy and forced into a gilded cage, Elara must survive Julian's cruel games and shifting moods. As a dark attraction ignites, she realizes she is a piece in a much deadlier game of revenge. To survive, she must play the pet-while secretly planning to bring the Young Master to his knees.
8.0
I spent ten years as the ward of Kason Oneal, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. He saved me when I was a child, raised me, and made me believe I was his queen.
But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Dalia, returned, the illusion shattered.
Kason demanded I return the jade pendant—the one he had hand-carved for my sixteenth birthday—just so he could hang it around Dalia's neck. To him, I was suddenly nothing more than a placeholder who had kept his bed warm.
The cruelty didn't stop there. He stood by and watched as Dalia shredded my clothes with scissors, laughing at my tears.
When I collapsed on the floor in agony from acute appendicitis, Kason didn't call an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to a shady clinic, accusing me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. He ordered the doctor to "terminate it" while I was dying of sepsis on the table.
He called me trash. He called me property. He stripped away every ounce of dignity I had left, all to please a woman who was lying to his face.
I realized then that the hero who saved me when I was ten was dead. I was done begging for scraps of affection from a monster.
Trembling, I walked to the phone and dialed the number of the one man Kason feared most—his sworn enemy, Hadley Payne.
"Tell him yes," I whispered into the receiver. "I accept the arrangement. I will marry him."
Kason thought he could break me. Instead, he was about to watch his "property" become the Queen of the rival family.
9.4
Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress.
After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay.
She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family.
Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon.
When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you."