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 5
Later that night...
Adrian's POV:
I never expected to meet the new wife my father got married to this quickly.
So, after that old man killed my mother, he decided to get married to a very young girl to replace her?
And what was Julianne and Kathy saying? I angrily smashed the cup I was holding, rising up on my feet.
How could they be satisfied that their father got married to another woman just after leaving our own mother?
It was just a week since mother died, and Dad used that fucking opportunity to get married to a younger lady who looks as if she is just eighteen or seventeen.
I angrily glared at the shards on the floor, as the servants were packing it up.
Did my dad just get married to an underage girl just to make sure I get pissed off?
That motherfucking asshole of a father!
I sighed, raised to look up the stairs if I could see her anywhere, but she was nowhere to be found.
I filled up two glasses of whiskey.
Of course she would love to have a glass, wouldn't she?
I met her at a club before. Of course she would love to take a sip.
I walked up the stairs.
"Good day s..."
"Where is her room?"
The servant pointed at the room right opposite mine.
A grin appeared on my face.
Father made a very bad mistake installing the sheep there, beside the wolf's den.
I got to the door, knocked.
She didn't answer at first, then I knocked again.
"Nanny Elsa, is that you?"
I could hear her hurried footsteps, then a clickâ she opened the door. She was in her pajamas, her hair - wet. And very well, I could see her pink nipples standing right in the pajamas she was wearing.
She looks extremely small. Is she really seventeen? She looks 5'0 feet tall, or perhaps 4'8?
"Oh, goddess." She quickly wrapped her arms around her chest. She caught me red-handed, but did I care? NO!
I stepped in, didn't wait for her to tell me to come in. "Sir?"
I coated my face with a smile, as I playfully clicked her forehead with my index finger.
She raised her brows, wondering why I did that.
"I didn't see you downstairs all day. I was worried about you."
Her face screamed, 'YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT ME?!'
"I...um...I...was just here. Here. Yes."
Immediately she said that, she slammed her hand on her forehead, obviously embarrassed.
"It's okay. Would you like a drink?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't drink."
Lie!
I clicked her head again. "Do you really want me to say it?"
"Say what?" She looked confused.
"Have you really forgotten where I met you the last time?"
Her face immediately became glum. She never expected I would catch her right where I wanted to. "Or should I remind you?"
"I...uh... I...I was forced there. You know, it was my birthday then, so I was forced to go there by my friends, and I couldn't say no to them..." She chuckled, sounding embarrassed. "Gosh, I am saying rubbish again."
"So, what should I do about this then? I brought it, for us to have a toast. You wouldn't say no to me, would you?"
"Bu..but I don't..."
I forced it in her hand. "A drink won't hurt. Just a drink, and I promise, you won't get drunk."
She finally freed her chest, dropping her left hand.
What a nice view.
I clicked my glass with hers, waiting for her to drink up, but she was still hesitating.
I took a sip from mine, waiting for her to drink too.
She faked a smile at me, looked back at the drink, before drinking it all up.
She coughed out.
"Ah, good." I collected the glass from her. "Told you it will be alright. Look at you, are you drunk?"
She shook her head in reply.
"Which means you can take another one." I gave her my drink to take.
I would really love it if she gets drunk. Some stuff she would need to spill, some things I would love to hear from her own mouth.
"But..."
"I promise you won't get drunk. I can drink the whole bottle without getting crazy. Trust me, two shots wouldn't even make you tipsy."
But she already looks tipsy from that one glass she took.
She took down the drink at a go, coughed again before giving back the glass to me.
"Told you two glasses won't kill."
"I...um...I feel a little bit tipsy though."
"Promise you will feel very okay soon."
I sat on the chair. She looks entertaining and quite funny too.
"It's such a small world. I started another conversation. I remembered saving you at the club before, and now, the beautiful lady I saved, ended up being my stepmom."
"Um, Adrian?"
"Yes?"
"Can I have another glass please?"
I raised my brows in surprise. "Another glass?"
"Yes, please."
Well, that was unexpected.
She took two more glasses of whiskey which was what I never expected. I never expect her to drink more than two glasses.
She giggled, playing with the small content of wine remaining. "I feel so happy today. Today, I d... drank a lot of alcohol."
Maybe this was the right content she needed to drink for her to spill it all.
She lifts her face to look at mine, her eyes lit up.
"You are way TOO handsome to be true, Adrian."
"Yeah, I get that a lot. So, what is your plan after today."
"Two plans I have after tonight. One, run away; Two, fuck you." She laughed. "I would love to fuck you."
I lift my brows. "Really?"
She nodded.
"Um um, you are too delicious not to eat."
"Do you love my dad?"
"Hell no! Damnit!! I don't!" Just what I wanted to hear.
"So do you want his money?"
She tilted her head.
"Who doesn't want money?" Then she grinned, "And who doesn't want you?"
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9.0
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Four years ago, he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate, treating me like a shameful secret.
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He already had a "Chosen Mate," Karly, and a secret daughter named Ava.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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9.4
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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."