Oops I Accidentally Married My Ex-fiance's Father

Aria's POV

“Damien..." My voice cracked. He looked at me for a second before letting out an impatient sigh.

"You weren't supposed to be here." My heart dropped.

"What... is this?" He glanced at Eva, then back at me.

"Exactly what it looks like." Tears blurred my vision.

"You cheated on me... with my sister?”

"So?" he scoffed. "What were you expecting? That I'd wait forever?"My hand moved before I could stop it.

Slap!

His face snapped to the side. He rubbed his cheek slowly, then laughed. "You really thought I was going to marry you?" Damien looked me straight in the eyes, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"You seriously believed you'd become Mrs. Blackwood?"For a second, the entire room fell silent. Then, laughter erupted around me. It came from every corner of the room, sharp and merciless, each laugh cutting deeper than the last. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes, I couldn't breathe.

Before anyone could see me break completely, I turned and ran.

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"Miss, you've had enough."The bartender reached for my glass.

"Don't." I snatched it away from him and emptied the burning liquid in one gulp.

"Pour me another."

"I think you should go home."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Home?" I whispered. "I don't have one anymore.”

The music blared through the bar. People laughed, drank, and danced, but my mind wasn't there. The pain in my heart refused to let me breathe. Just a few hours ago, I was happy. Happy that I was finally going to give myself to my fiancé. I had planned to tell him how much I loved and cared about him. He had asked me to meet him at a venue, and I thought... Perhaps he was finally going to propose.

The thought of spending the rest of my life with the man I loved had filled me with excitement. But when I arrived, The surprise waiting for me was one I had never imagined.

My boyfriend was in bed with my own stepsister. The memory kept replaying in my head as I emptied another glass of liquor into my mouth. I signaled the bartender to come over.

“More.” He hesitated for a second before pouring more into my glass.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as every memory I had shared with Damien came rushing back. Everything about my life felt so unfair. Life had never been fair to me. The very moment I thought I finally had something I had longed for, it was snatched away from me.

My thoughts drifted to my mother, who was battling cancer, fighting for her life. I desperately needed money for her treatment, yet at the same time, I had just suffered the greatest betrayal from the man I loved, with my own stepsister.

“Life is so unfair,” I muttered.

My head spun from the amount of alcohol I had consumed. I forced myself to my feet, swaying back and forth as I struggled to keep my balance.

One step, then another.

Suddenly, I stumbled backward. Before I could hit the floor, a strong hand caught me. I paused for a moment before slowly turning toward the person who had caught me. I blinked several times, my vision blurred by alcohol, trying to make out his face.

Little by little, it became clearer.

For a brief moment, I held my breath.

He was devastatingly handsome. The kind of man who could silence a room with nothing but a single glance. his hand gripping my shoulder firmly to keep me from falling.

“Are you okay, Miss?” he asked, his cold voice echoing through my ears. I nodded absentmindedly.

He turned to leave, but I quickly grabbed his wrist. There was absolutely no way I was letting a face that handsome walk away.

“Hey... where do you think you're going, handsome?” I slurred, moving closer until only a small distance separated us.

He frowned, instinctively taking a few steps backward.

“You're drunk. You need to go home.”

I burst into laughter.

“I’m home already!” I shrieked, drawing the attention of everyone around us. Slowly, I lowered my hand from my mouth before grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him toward me.

“I have a proposition for you,” I said, my gaze lingering on his face. A faint smirk appeared at the corner of his lips.

“What could that be?” he asked.

“I just caught my boyfriend with my stepsister," I said, my voice trembling.

The stranger slowly pulled his arm away from my grip.

"Go home," he muttered, turning to leave.

Panic surged through me. Without thinking, I grabbed his wrist again.

"Wait..."He stopped but didn't turn around.

" Let's get married.” He slowly turned to face me, studying my tear-stained face."You're drunk."

"Maybe," I laughed bitterly. "But I'm serious."

"Do you even know my name?"he asked.

"No."I responded, shaking my head slightly.

"Then why would you marry a complete stranger?"I looked into his eyes.

"Because strangers don't betray you."

His expression hardened for a split second before returning to its usual calm. But I had already seen it—the flicker of surprise in his eyes.

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The next morning, I slowly opened my eyes and turned on the bed. My head was pounding so hard that I could barely keep my eyes open. For some reason, I felt sore between my legs. As I raised my left hand to rub my forehead, I felt something heavy on my left ring finger. I frowned and looked at it.

A ring.

I tried to recall what had happened the previous night, but my memories were blurry.

"Why am I wearing a ring? What happened last night? Did Damien finally propose to me?"

Thoughts flooded my mind as I slowly lifted the duvet. Then I froze. I was completely naked. Panic washed over me as my trembling eyes moved to the bedsheet and landed on a bloodstain.

“Ahhh!”I screamed. I quickly grabbed my dress and hurriedly put it on, ignoring the soreness between my legs. Just as I bent down to pick up my shoes, a deep, cold voice came from the corner of the room.

“Did you sleep well?” The deep, cold voice cut through the silence. My heart lurched violently against my chest as I slowly turned toward the source of the voice, There he was.

A man who looked to be in his early forties sat casually in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other. His black hair was slightly tousled, as though he had just run his fingers through it. A fitted black T-shirt clung to his broad shoulders, while dark trousers rested perfectly on his long legs. His sharp jawline, straight nose, and piercing dark eyes gave him an intimidating yet undeniably handsome appearance.

What caught my attention wasn't just his looks. It was how calm he was. As though waking up beside a stranger was the most normal thing in the world. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my fingers unconsciously tightening around my dress.

"Oh my God... no," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He watched me quietly, his expression unreadable, not the slightest hint of panic crossing his face. Meanwhile, I was falling apart, Summoning what little courage I had left, I looked him straight in the eyes.

"What happened last night?" I asked, my voice trembling. One corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly.

"You don't remember?"

Without waiting for my answer, he stood up gracefully, picked up a brown envelope from the table, and walked toward me.

Every step he took made my heart beat faster.

Stopping in front of me, he silently placed the envelope into my hands, I frowned before slowly opening it. I pulled out a certificate. The first thing my eyes landed on wasn't the title, It was the name.

Vincent Blackwood.

The name sounded familiar. My brows furrowed, Then my gaze slowly dropped to the bold words above it. My blood ran cold, The color drained from my face.

"A... marriage certificate?"