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Her mother's lover

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-12-21
By:  O.E PromzyOngoing
Language: English
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First-Person POV

Drama

Possessive

Decisive

Brave

Forgiveness

Flash Marriage

Pregnant

🔔 Fair warning: This book contains steamy scenes, forbidden desires and language. Two weeks after her father’s burial, Scarlett’s mother brings home a tattooed, irresistible lover. Scarlett swears she won’t want him—but forbidden desire doesn’t play fair. Scarlett knows he’s off-limits. He’s her mother’s lover. But every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, drags her deeper into obsession. Soon, secrets become touches. Touches become nights of forbidden ecstasy. And Scarlett discovers that once you taste sin, you can never spit it back out.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Wedding After the Funeral

YUANITA.

     â€œTill death do us apart.” 

      That was my thought as I plunged face up from the height. As my arms flailed against nothing, the night air clawed at my skin, causing an excruciating pain from the open wounds on it. My vision blurred into a cold haze, before I hit the tiled floor with a loud thud. I felt my skin damp against the blood that pooled from my head. 

    I should be thinking of my life. Of my mother's funeral, the last time I'd see her smile, my happy memories with Rapheal.. but none of them existed. My mind was only filled with rage and fear that had brought me here. 

    To the edge of freedom and oblivion.

      Like everyone's fantasy, getting married to a famous mafia billionaire was a dream come true. But in my case, it was a nightmare I wanted to escape. I still remember the first time it happened. He had stormed into the house, drunk as usual and when I tried to confront him, in hopes that he would at least apologize for his actions, he pounced on me till I went numb.  

    The funeral had ended quite early, after I managed to deal with the whispers and strange looks from the guests, thanks to the patches and maps on my face. 

   After I managed to hide the rest with my dress. 

   Earlier, the house had been oppressively quiet, as it always was when Raphael was away with one of his mistresses. My phone buzzed with a message I wasn't expecting – the hospital confirming what I feared; I was pregnant. My pulse quickened , a mix of fear and resolve flooding through me. I couldn't raise my child here. 

   The courage that surged through me made me sign the divorce paper, I had been hiding for months. If I wanted to achieve this feat, I had to leave here before he came back. 

    Everything was already set but while dragging my luggage through the glass hallway, I ran into Gladys, my husband's most treasured mistress. Her eyes scanned me with disgust.      

   â€œWhere are you headed?” 

   â€œI.. I'm..leaving.” I managed to stammer, clutching my bag tighter.    

   A bitter laugh rippled from her throat

   â€œYou what?” She pushed me with an arched brow. “ If anyone should be leaving, it's Raph and not you!” 

   I gulped, gathering a small strength.

   â€œGet out of my way.” 

   â€œHow ungrateful can you be, Yuanita? You should be thanking your husband for even stooping so low to marry you. Do you know the multitude of women that wish to be in your place?” 

   â€œThey can have him for all I care!” I finally snapped, and pushed past her, dragging my luggage along with me. Her brown eyes followed me with a dark rage before she grabbed the picture from my tight grip. 

    “What's this?” She grabbed my shoulder, in another confronting manner, glaring at the white and black image of what was growing in me.

    “This
this..” her lips parted in disbelief. “It can't be real..” 

    “Give it back!” I tried to snatch it from her, but she lunged, gripping them tighter. 

    “So you think I'm just going to let you leave like that?” 

    I stared at her in surprise. “This is what you have always wanted. You’re supposed to be happy about it.” 

    “You can get lost for all I care. But I won't let you go with what's his!”

     My pulse hammered against my ribs. I wouldn't let her take this from me. This child was mine. My choice. My future.

    Determined, I pushed her and grabbed the image from her. 

    “I let you have my husband, Gladys.” My breath was haggard but I kept going. “I won't let you have my child too.” 

     I pushed past her but her hand caught mine. We stumbled backwards before my heels hit the railings and I slipped.  

     What should have been a peaceful divorce, ended up being my death turn. 

    As I lay in my own blood, knowing I won't last long, anger washed through me. It was never my fault to begin with. Fate had only chosen me as a collateral. I stared at the stars above me, that shone bright and cold, indifferent to my suffering. My hand still instinctively went to my stomach.

   â€œI'm sorry.” I breathed in tears, cursing the heavens as blood gurgled from the corners of my lips, before darkness finally swallowed me.

   

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Kenneth Ezenwa
Kenneth Ezenwa
Am reading chapter two and I am already hooked on this book ......
2025-10-21 15:26:57
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Kenneth Ezenwa
Kenneth Ezenwa
Am new here and I love this book Kudo to the author. Scarlet is really a scumbag i must say
2025-10-21 15:25:38
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Vicky P.E
Vicky P.E
pls when is chapter 27 coming out am so hooked on this ...
2025-10-07 05:27:29
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O.E Promzy
O.E Promzy
Thanks you for the reviews ... I love you all
2025-10-07 04:44:21
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Vicky P.E
Vicky P.E
This is the kind of dark romance I love kudos to the author ...
2025-10-07 04:39:44
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75 Chapters
Chapter 1: The Wedding After the Funeral
SCARLETT I, Scarlett Hilary, never imagined betrayal could wear the face of the woman who gave me life. My mother, Maria, once draped in black mourning for my father, now wears a white lace as though grief can be erased with vows spoken too soon. She calls it love. I call it treachery.And him—Damian. The man she chose. The man who stood beside her at the altar while the earth above my father’s grave was still fresh. He is not my father. But he is everything my father wasn’t . Hard muscle, rough edges, eyes that burn with secrets, a very huge visible cucumber and a presence that unsettles me more than I dare admit. I tell myself I hate him. I tell myself I hate her more. But my body betrays me every time he looks at me, every time his voice curls around my name, every time his touch lingers in the air even when he hasn’t touched me at all.I am caught between mourning and desire, between disgust and hunger. Maria (my mother) sees only her second chance at happiness. But me? I see dan
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Chapter 2: Watching Him
SCARLETT The morning sunlight burned through my curtains like an accusation.I lay tangled in my sheets, my body still humming with the memory of last night—his bare chest, the dripping water tracing his tattoos, the towel barely clinging to his hips. The sound of my name in his voice.I tried to shake it off, but guilt pressed on me like a weight.He wasn’t just a stranger anymore. He wasn’t just some man I could admire in silence and forget. He was hers.My mother’s lover.That thought should have disgusted me enough to bury everything I felt. But the moment I walked into the kitchen and saw him standing there, shirtless, sipping coffee like he owned the place, I knew disgust had no power over desire.The mug dwarfed in his tattooed hand, steam curling around his face as he looked out the window. His gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, waistband dipping just enough to make my pulse spike.I froze in the doorway, clutching my glass of water, praying he wouldn’t notice the way my e
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Chapter 3: Temptation
SCARLETT I barely slept after last night.His shadow in my doorway lingered even after he was gone, the image burned into my eyelids. The way he stood there, watching me as if I belonged to him already. The curve of his smile before he disappeared into the dark.I couldn’t stop replaying it, over and over, until my body ached with hunger and extreme urges. I didn’t know how to quiet.By morning, I’d convinced myself I had imagined it. Maybe it had been the moonlight, maybe my exhausted brain. Maybe I had dreamed him into the doorway because I wanted him there so badly.But when I walked into the kitchen and saw him leaning against the counter, shirtless again, his cock proudly visible under his pants, tattoos alive under the light, coffee steaming in his hand. He looked at me like he knew.Like it hadn’t been a dream at all.I forced myself to move past him, to pour cereal into a bowl, to pretend the heat between us wasn’t suffocating.But when I reached for the milk, his arm brushed
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Chapter 4: Playing with Fire
SCARLETT I woke to the memory of his hand on my throat.Every nerve in my body remembered it the press of his thumb against my pulse, the heat of his breath near my ear, the way he pulled back as if I were poison.This never happened.The words echoed in my head like a curse.But I knew better. I had felt the way his body leaned into mine, the way his eyes darkened when I dared him. He could lie to himself all he wanted. He could run out of my room, lock the door, pretend he hadn’t wanted me.But he had.And I wasn’t going to let him forget it.At breakfast, I made sure to come down in the thinnest slip dress I owned. My mother barely glanced at me, too busy scrolling on her phone and humming some love song under her breath.But he noticed.Of course he noticed.His gaze flicked to me when I entered, and though he quickly looked away, the sharp clench of his jaw gave him away. He kept his eyes fixed on his plate, his fork moving too quickly, too stiffly.I slid into the chair across
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Chapter 5: The First Fall
SCARLETT The day after he kissed me, I couldn’t breathe without feeling it.It lived on my lips, in my pulse, deep in the heat between my thighs. Every step I took, every glance in the mirror, reminded me of how his mouth had claimed mine, how his hands had crushed me against his body like I already belonged to him.He thought he could pull away, slam the brakes, pretend it hadn’t happened. He thought he could drown it in silence, in distance.But desire doesn’t vanish. It ferments, grows stronger, sharper, until it eats you alive.And I was starving.By mid-morning my mother was gone again, flitting off to some lunch or shopping trip. She was all perfume and distraction these days, as if marrying him had turned her into a queen who never had to worry about the kingdom she left behind.She didn’t even kiss me goodbye.The front door shut, the silence echoing through the house.I felt it in my bones: today would be different.I found him in the garage, shirtless, bent over the hood of
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Chapter 6: Scarlett's late night
SCARLETT The sound of glass breaking woke me before dawn.For a moment I thought it was a dream. Then came the voices my mother’s sharp and jagged, Damien’s low and simmering. I slid out of bed and crept to the top of the stairs, heart hammering.“
not your concern,” Damien said, his voice like a warning growl.“It becomes my concern when you always disappear half the night!” my mother snapped back.I pressed against the wall, holding my breath. The hallway smelled faintly of wine and something darker anger hanging heavy in the air. Another crash followed, a second glass shattering on tile.I should have gone back to my room. Instead I stayed, listening, a strange thrill moving through me with every raised voice. They were unraveling, and each frayed thread felt like a door cracking open.Damien’s footsteps thundered across the kitchen. “I told you I needed space, Maria. You never listen.”Silence, thick and dangerous.When he finally emerged into the hallway, I froze. His shirt hung
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Chapter 7: The Cracks Widen
SCARLETT Morning sunlight feels cruel after a night without sleep.I stood at my bedroom window, arms folded, watching dust drift in the golden air. My heart still races from Damien’s whisper hours ago. We need to talk. Tomorrow. Alone.Tomorrow is here.The house lies silent except for the low gurgle of the coffeemaker. No clinking of plates, no hum of my mother’s voice. I pad down the hallway and pause. The smell of strong brew mixes with something sharper wine that never quite left after last night’s fight.On the kitchen counter a note leans against the sugar jar.Early meeting. Back late. –M.Relief flares through me. I almost laughed. Fate is reckless enough to give me exactly what I want.I poured coffee and let the steam sting my face. My pulse keeps quickening like a warning drum.A knock at the back door snaps the quiet.He’s here.Damien stands on the porch, hair damp, hoodie zipped halfway over a white T-shirt. The morning light cuts across his jaw, and for a heartbeat he
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Chapter 8: Shadows in the Walls
SCARLETT I don’t remember falling asleep.One moment the anonymous warning glowed on my screen, the next I’m waking to the gray hush of early dawn, phone still in my hand and heart thudding like I’ve been running.The message is still there. Stay away from him if you want the truth to stay buried.Truth. Buried.Words heavy enough to crush.I shower quickly, the water too hot, as if I can steam the unease off my skin. It clings anyway.Downstairs, the house feels different like it knows a secret and is waiting for me to notice. My mother isn’t up yet. A small mercy.The front porch creaks.I freeze, towel still around my shoulders.Another soft creak.I step to the window. Damien’s truck sits at the curb again, engine off, dark and silent.I yank on jeans and a sweatshirt, pulse rising. Before my courage fades, I slipped outside.He’s leaning against the driver’s door, hood up. His eyes are shadowed but alert.“You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.“I could say the same to you.” His v
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Chapter 9: The unraveling
SCARLETT The morning air feels brittle, like it might shatter if I breathe too loudly. I stood at the kitchen sink, coffee untouched, watching a gray ribbon of mist drift across the backyard.Mom’s already gone her car missing from the driveway. She didn’t leave a note.Normally I’d assume she went to the clinic early, but after last night
 nothing feels normal.I thumb open my phone. The last message from Unknown glares back at me. June seventh. Midnight. My father’s death date. The words dig under my skin like a sharp razor.I try to convince myself the sender is some bored stranger. But how would a stranger know that date? Or Damien’s name?I scrolled through contacts, hesitating over Detective Hayes, the officer who handled my dad’s case. Would he even remember me after two years? And if I tell him about the texts, I’ll have to explain Damien. The thought of exposing that tangled secret of Mom finding out what I almost let happen turns my stomach.Instead, I called Rachel.She pi
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Chapter 10: On the run
SCARLETT The night splits apart in sirens and shadows.Damien drags me down the pier, his grip a vice around my wrist.Behind us, heavy boots pound the wooden planks closer,and closer.My mother’s voice cuts through the wind “Go!”I twist to look back. Moonlight catches the flash of her hair as she faces the advancing figures. Four of them now, their outlines jagged and menacing.“Mom!” I cried, trying to wrench free, but Damien yanks me forward.“Scarlett, move!”The car is a dark shape at the end of the street, impossibly far. The salty air tastes of iron. Every step feels like running through water.A crack splits the night a gunshot, sharp and unmistakable.I stumble. “No—”Damien pulls me behind a shipping crate. “Stay low!”My breath comes in ragged bursts. I press a hand to my mouth, fighting the urge to scream.Another shot. Then shouting. I can’t make out the words over the wind and the crashing waves.“Damien,” I whisper, “we have to go back.”His eyes are hard. “If we go b
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