Mr stranger is my fiance's uncle

Go get her ready for the wedding, Jenna heard her father's voice. “We can't let anything ruin this. This marriage with Damien is the best thing that could happen to all of us.”

Jenna’s stepmother nodded with a smirk on her face, before turning to go to Jenna’s room. Jenna followed her, head down as she made her way to the room.

She was lost in thoughts and confusion as she knew Coty was not going to let her pregnancy slide and if Damien confirmed it wasn't his then she was done for.

Jenna stood in front of the mirror, her eyes red and puffy from the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks. She washed her face, trying to compose herself and embrace the worst that could happen.

As she was getting dressed, Mrs. Chloe knocked on the door and entered with a different wedding dress in her arm. “Your husband-to-be chose this for you,” she said with a cunning smile.

“You should be thankful you will be getting married to him, that's the best you can do so you don't end up like your whore of a mother,” Mrs. Chloe said approaching her with a wide, unsettling smile on her face. "My beautiful Jenna," she cooed, her voice sending a chill down Jenna’s spine. Her arms stretched out wide, a predatory grin etched on her face. "I tell you, child, Damien would take good care of you. He's a good man," she proclaimed confidently. 

Jenna took the dress from her stepmother, feeling a wave of anger wash over her. The same person that led her into this is acting all cool like he did nothing wrong.

“Scared, huh?”

Jenna startled when Coty abruptly barged into her room.

“So, what is your little mind telling you? That I'm going to tell on you right?” she asked sarcastically.

“I'm not sure what you mean,” Jenna replied acting like she didn't have a hint of what she meant but she was scared within her at the thought that Coty might have found out Damien doesn't own the child.

She scoffed, “You are so cocky. This isn't the right time to grow a spine, Jenna! You should be on your knees begging!!” she snarled walking closer to Jenna as she squinted at her. “Not even the moon goddess would save you from my claws today!” Coty added drawing out her claws.

“Don’t you dare, Coty!” Jenna warned as she was about to attack her. “Touch me, and I’ll rip your hand off this minute,” Jenna threatened.

“How dare you threaten me!?” She sneered. “Expect that I’ll make sure to tell father how much of a whore you are,” she warned Jenna.

“Go ahead, Coty. Tell him. What’s the worst he could do to me? Kill me? Lock me up?” Jenna shot back, summoning some courage as she tried to hide her fears.

“Say all you want, Jenna. The moment I tell Father about this, you’re going to regret everything you said a while ago.”

“Trust me, there’s nothing in this world that scares me,” she scoffed. Even death doesn’t bother me, Coty. I’ve got nothing to lose now because I do not even have a family, okay?

Coty clenched her Jaw as she struggled to find words to throw at her. “Enjoy your newfound courage while it lasts, Jenna. You’ve not seen my worst yet!” She immediately left the room after that. 

Once she was gone, Jenna finally let out the breath she had been holding back. She had no idea where she found the courage to fight back, but she knew Coty wasn’t going to let her off easily.

She looked at her reflection one last time before blowing a loud sigh. She gulped, trying to calm herself before heading out.

Jenna’s thoughts were a jumbled mess as they left the house and headed to the wedding.

She kept hoping things would not go south for her.

Jenna stood at the altar, her eyes fixed on the floor, as she felt a sense of anxiety wash over her.

The priest cleared his throat, drawing her attention back to the present.

“Do you, Jenna, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked, but Jenna’s mind was blank.

She felt her father’s hand on her arm, a silent plea to say yes. She looked over at her best friend, Nina, who gave her a small, sad smile before settling her gaze on the rest of the crowd that was gathered and she felt cold shivers run through her spine as she noticed Coty was missing.

With a deep breath, Jenna turned to face Damien who had a look of hatred for her.

“Ye…” she tried to say but was cut short when the entrance door burst open.

Her heart skipped the moment she saw Coty walking in with a familiar paper in her hand.

“This marriage cannot happen,” Coty said as her voice resounded through the hall. “She’s pregnant with someone else’s child!”

A gasp erupted in the congregation and Jenna felt like the ground should swallow her at this point.

At that point, she knew Coty must have told Damien about it and that explains his calmness.

Beads of sweat formed in her forehead as her body began to tremble.

“Coty! You have to stop this madness!! That’s not possible!” Her father scowled.

Coty walked over to the altar and handed the test results to her father as a wicked smile played on her lips.

“Damien, is Jenna pregnant for you?” He tried so hard to believe it was for Damien.

“I hate her so much to even share a bed with her,” Damien said causing another gasp from the crowd.

“Is that true!?” He asked turning to Jenna who stood frozen at the spot.

“I… He…” she stuttered trying to find the words.

“Who is the father?” He growled in rage but Jenna was mute.

“Do not make me repeat myself, who is the father of that thing!?” He sneered.

“The child is mine!”

Before she could summon a response, a deep commanding voice reverberated through the previously buzzing crowd. Gasps filled the air, and her heart skipped a beat as her eyes settled upon him.

Oh, shit! Jenna muttered.

“Ryker stones!? She heard her father growl.

“Uncle!?” came Damien’s voice leaving her in shock.