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 7
Selena's POV:
Thump! Thump!! Thump!!!
'You really would love to eat me?'
'You are so handsome.'
'One more glass my darling'
Thump! Thump!!
I feel so much pain down there. "Ah."
Why do I feel so uncomfortable? What is happening to me??
'Come on, baby.'
'Ahh!'
I snapped my eyes open, only to get struck with the blinding light which struck my eyes, followed by the headache which came afterwards.
I hissed.
"Oh gosh!"
I sat up, stretched a few seconds, and the next second, I felt my hand push something hard beside me.
Hard?
I turned my head, beside me was the SHIRTLESS SLEEPING MAN.
"Arghhh!!"
Oh please no no...I looked at my body, only to see that I was naked. Nail marks all over my body, especially the part I have hidden all my life.
What happened last night?!
"Oh! What the fuck is this noise?!" Adrian groaned angrily.
He is Mr Fernandez's son?
I SLEPT WITH MY HUSBAND'S SON!!
Still in shock, I ran my fingers through my hair. This just happened! Is this actually happening to me?!
Disgrace?! Embarrassment!! Shame!!! Everything is written all around me now like a permanent tattoo.
"Something did happen between the both of us stepmom." I heard his deep voice beside me. I turned, saw him sit well, his expression - as nonchalant as hell! Doesn't he care about what just happened between us both? "We both had good sex. Are you ashamed of yourself now?"
I quickly fled off the bed, wrapped the blanket around my body, to hide my shame.
All the glory I have been hiding all my life, he had seen everything.
He is my husband's son...how could I have slept with my husband's son?!
"I am so sorry sir. I was so stupid...and..and drunk last night, th...that I couldn't think straight. I wasn't myself. I swear it was all a terrible mistake."
He looked away, "We had sex last night," he paused and looked back at me. "And how was that a mistake?"
"I... I..." I quickly knelt. "I am so sorry. I shouldn't have drank so much last night. I...I don't know what came over me. I swear I have never drank so much like that. I am so sorry." I pleaded with him, scared for my life.
We are dealing with a fucking rich man here who could end my miserable life. And his father,
Mr Fernandez must not find out about this. This is a huge disgrace to me. I only just got married some days ago to his father, and here I am, already sleeping with his son.
What will I tell my boyfriend when he finds out that his girlfriend is no longer a virgin as she had claimed.
"Why are you sorry?" He was still acting as if it was nothing bad.
He got off the bed, naked. He picked up his trousers, "You just called it a mistake, didn't you? We both drank so much last night, there's nothing to be too worried about." He tucked his long legs into the trousers.
Really? He has no problem with it?
"Your bed is stained. You should change that sooner and don't forget to ask Nanny Elsa to make you a hangover soup." He picked up his shirt to leave.
I watched him as he left the room, shirtless.
Oh gosh! I really let this happen to me.
I shamefully took off the covers from the bed and threw them on the floor. I quickly picked up my scattered clothes on the floor before running into the bathroom to wash up this disgrace.
I have no idea how he is going to see me after this mistake.
And besides, what are these marks on my body? Did he make these on me?
Shit! I have messed up.
"Oh no!" I covered my face in shame.
*
I got to the dining room and right there waiting, was Adrian who was busy with his phone.
He had changed the clothes from this morning into a nice black suit. The disheveled hair I could remember this morning is now styled so beautifully.
"What was taking her so long?" He raised his head to look at me, and again, I was stuck staring at those dark irises.
"She was washing up. I guess she woke quite late today." Nanny Elsa said, instead of me.
"Yes she did." He muttered, staring at my face, his lips lifted up, smirking.
I sat down, quickly dropped my gaze to avoid those menacing glare of his. "You shouldn't be too disturbed sweetheart, it's just the two of us here."
Wait, Nanny Elsa left already?
"You don't seem too relaxed to see me here. You know I don't bite, right."
"Go...good mo..."
"We already met this morning - well." Hell, that's true. He isn't gonna go on around the house telling everybody that, will he? "Stop it." He suddenly said.
"Stop what?!"
"Even your frightened voice sounds like you are flirting." He chuckled. What the hell does he mean by that? "Your behavior will definitely inform the whole house that we fucked last night."
"Please." I quickly begged for him to shut up. His father cannot hear him say such a thing.
It is a big disgrace to me and it will taint my family's name. "I just told you, no one is here to listen to our conversation."
I scooped a full spoon of rice into his mouth, "I didn't spill anything inside of you last night stepmom," what?! How could I have forgotten something like that?! "So, don't worry about getting pregnant and we shouldn't forget this is a mistake. I am a harmless being, stop looking at me as if I am going to cut you in pieces and give you pieces to my dogs to eat."
"I am sorry."
"Rule number one stepmother: If you still want us to be cool with each other, stop apologizing without any reason. Like you just did now." He cut me off and I nodded, as if I understood what he meant.
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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."