Oops! He's My Ex's Dad!

I sat alone at a cosy corner table in my favourite café, my fingers tapping nervously against the smooth surface. I arrived early, eager to see my boyfriend, Raphael, after what felt like an eternity apart. He had planned to meet for coffee, but he's the one reaching late. Or, will he even make it?I kept looking at the time on my phone but a part of me only waited for a phone call from Raphael where he would say he couldn't make it.I'm used to him not making it to our dates most. It wouldn't make a difference if the same thing repeats today but I want to see him this time.As the minutes ticked by, my anticipation mingled with a growing sense of unease. I glanced at my phone, checking the time repeatedly, each passing moment stretching into an eternity.Finally, after what felt like forever, the café door swung open, and Raphael hurried in, his expression apologetic as he approached my table. "I'm so sorry, Jenna. Traffic was a nightmare," he said, his voice tinged with genuine remo

The next morning, I woke up in a haze, my head throbbing with the aftermath of too many drinks. As my eyes fluttered open, the events of the previous night flooded back, sending a surge of panic coursing through me.I glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings, my heart sinking as reality set in. I was in a strange bedroom, tangled in disarrayed sheets, with no recollection of how I got there.Memories of the nightclub, the bet with Sarah, and Yohan's alluring presence swirled in my mind, leaving me with a sense of unease. Had I really gone through with the one-night stand?As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Yohan stepped into the room, his expression like that of shock. "Morning, sleeping beauty," he greeted, his voice laced with amusement as he approached the bed, "so he went through with it?""He?" I followed the gaze of Yohan and caught sight of another figure in bed with me, "wh- who's he?"Yohan scoffed, "Just someone who completed a bet among friends.""A... Bet?" I aske

"What do you mean I'm getting married to Sarah's ex-fiancé?" I blurted out, the words ringing in my ears like a twisted echo of reality.My dad sighed heavily, "Jenna, listen," he began, his voice strained with frustration, "After everything that happened yesterday, Sarah came to me with a proposal. They suggested that you and Keith Clementine, Sarah's ex-betrothed, should get married instead."My mind reeled, struggling to process the magnitude of what I was hearing. Married to Keith?! The same Keith Clementine rumoured to be the most ruthless man on earth? Same one Sarah hasn't even met face to face?"Why are you all treating me this way?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. "What did I ever do to deserve such a life that my boyfriend is married by my stepsister and my father won't even give me space to heal before throwing me to a man that's probably twenty years older than I am?!""You will get married to him whether you like it or not. Luckily, he didn't exac

"Are you done in there?! We have to leave now!" I could hear my stepmother yelling."Almost done!" I yelled back as I smirked, checking out my new look, "You'd be surprised how perfect this wedding gown looks on me!" I added."Just hurry up or we'll leave you behind," Stepmom informed.Things were going according to plan. I waited in the room for thirty minutes before stepping out. As expected, they all left for the venue without me, leaving a note containing the location behind for me to see.I got out of the house and hailed a taxi. The shock on the taxi driver's face was no shocker to me. That's the exact reaction I was hoping to get from everyone else at that wedding."Webstar Hall, please," I said, bringing the driver back to reality as he shook his head frantically."Of course ma'am," he answered.I got into the car and sat back. I shut the door and the taxi pulled away from the curb. As the taxi wound its way through the city streets, the Webstar Hall loomed into view, its gr

Oh fuck! I panicked and I slapped him! I'm dead now. Utterly screwed!There's no backing down now. I might as well say it."That one night was a mistake! I was drunk! How dare you take advantage of me?! And you think you can do it again?! You- You pervert!" I screamed.Keith's face, which looked hardly affected by the force of my slap, looked like that of a raging beast. The demonic look in his eyes scared me and I just wanted to run out of there.What have I done? Why did I say all that? I was the one looking for a one-night stand that day so why did I just-"Keith I-"Keith caught my hand when I reached for his face instinctively, "not bad." he said, looking me directly in the eyes as if daring me to do it again.Keith spun me around and zipped down the wedding dress, "What are you-" I was about to question him but my words were cut off with a gasp when he pulled the wedding dress completely down.Keith pushed me onto the bed and mounted on top of me, pinning my two hands together