His what now?????

I ignored Martin's calls during the rest of his stay for work, which became successful. I later found out he had simply travelled to welcome his father who had been the one who sealed the deal he claimed to travel for.

The news was none of my concern, until I was forced to attend a banquet held at the Montrose mansion. Apparently I need to act my fiancee part until I execute my plan and expose the lying duo of course.

…….

The Montrose mansion was crowded when I arrived.

Music echoed through the enormous garden, while young heirs and wealthy socialites gathered around the pool.

What a perverted party style. Why a pool party like they are a bunch of teenagers.

Perhaps their guests had kinks about seeing lots of skin for entertainment.

I greeted a few familiar faces among the crowd of people and stepped out to the backyard where the party was kicking off to start.

The moment I stepped fully outside, my eyes immediately found Martin's, and beside him was Kelly.

She was wearing a revealing bikini, laughing as she leaned against him.

Knowing people will downplay their intimacy as a familiar one, my stomach churned in disgust.

Soon enough, Kelly noticed me, her eyes traveled over my outfit before she smiled softly, the same smile I had mistaken for friendship and teasing all these while.

“Monica? Hello and welcome.” she said, making Martin whose attention was fully on her to notice my arrival.

I followed her gaze and looked down at myself.I was wearing a white bikini beneath a long coat. She had probably meant to tease my choice of outfit, knowing how modest I chose to dress to events.

Kelly tilted her head.

“What's with the outfit? You look like someone's grandmother trying to go swimming.” she added in a tone that doesn't bother insult, despite the content of her words.

A few people around chuckled.

I didn't respond, instead, I calmly reached for the buttons of my coat. One by one, I opened them and slipped the coat from my shoulders.

Her smug expression changed.

All the while, Martin, seemingly upset over my ignoring his call, refused to address me.

Several guests nearby turned to look. It's what they came for afterall. Skin show.

The white bikini fitted my figure perfectly, and for once, I didn't care who was staring.

Kelly's eyes flashed with jealousy. She folded her arms and glanced toward Martin to gauge his reaction.

“You're getting married soon, Monica. Shouldn't you learn how to dress like a married woman?”

I looked directly at her. “Who said I'm getting married? And if I recall correctly, you seem to have a problem with me swimming with grandma's coat a minute ago.”

The surrounding conversations quieted at her daring response.

Martin finally stepped forward. A gesture that would have seemed brotherly if Monica hadn't discovered their secret.

“Calm down, Monica.” He said, looking annoyed, “Our wedding is next month. You should dress properly in the midst of people.”

His eyes swept over my figure and I could swear a hint of lust flashed across his eyes, “I don't want other men thinking I'm marrying a slut."

My hands curled into fists as I gaze at him incredulously.

“So you're okay with your cousin disrespecting your presumed future wife?”

Jason glanced at Kelly, then he shrugged. “Kelly is just joking. Don't take it seriously.”

Of course, Kelly could insult me and somehow I was still expected to smile. I wondered how I failed to notice when his previous gentlemanly behaviour had grown so twisted.

I was about to respond when the atmosphere suddenly changed. People began turning toward the entrance to the backyard, hush whispers spreading through the garden.

I followed their gazes to find a magnetic man had just walked in. He was dressed impeccably, his presence immediately commanding attention.

My heart rate spiked at the sight of the man.

Martin's expression changed. He straightened and walked toward him. “Father,” he said with a voice full of respect and caution.

“Hello son.”

My heart stopped at the sound of that voice.

I turned around fully to make sure I wasn't hallucinating and saw him clearly.

The piercing grey eyes that hunt my wet dreams ever since my night with a supposed stranger who now stood not far away from me.

And did he just call Martin, son? Like son son? His child? What the f*ck!

My blood ran cold.

His gaze tilted to look directly at me and for several seconds, neither of us moved. Then his gaze slowly traveled down my body before returning to my face.

Recognition flickered in his eyes which made my blood run cold.

No. It couldn't be. I had spent one unforgettable night with a stranger. And now that stranger was standing in front of me...

as Martin's father!!