Unable To Resist My Mother In Law— Mother In Law 18.

Elena POV

I pushed the chair back as I paced around the room.

"B-But why does she want to see me? Why now?" I asked Steve, who was looking at me with confusion.

He stood from his chair and walked to me. "Relax, darling. She just wants to get to know you."

I scoffed, not buying it, but I said nothing. I just sighed and closed my eyes, trying to suppress my anger.

"Why do we have to leave so early, though? Can't we wait a few days?"

Steve shook his head.

"I don't want her to change her mind. Besides, this is what we've always wanted, right? I know you're nervous, but if we want to have a happy marriage, then it would be great if the woman I love with all my heart would be on good terms with the one who birthed me,” Steve explained.

My eyes softened as I sighed. “Fine, I would love to see just how much our son has grown anyway.”

Steve smiled and kissed my forehead before pulling me back to my chair. We ate our dinner in silence before retiring to our bedroom.

I could hardly sleep throughout the night. At some point, I stood from the bed and tiptoed out of the room before calling Leah.

"What?" she grumbled.

"I wanted to talk." I bit my lower lip nervously.

"Seriously?" she groaned out. "You want to talk at midnight?"

I sighed, knowing that if I didn't get to the point, Leah was going to hang up. She was cruel that way.

"Well, umm... It's about my soon-to-be mother-in-law," I blurted. "She wants us to come stay in her house for a week."

"What?!" Leah whisper-shouted, now wide awake. “Are you serious? The same woman who wouldn't even speak to you over the phone wants you in her house?”

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

“That's hella shady, Elena,” she replied, saying exactly what was on my mind. “So… what are you going to do?”

I sighed, then shrugged.

“I have no idea. I guess I have no choice but to go.”

The line went quiet for a while.

“Okay, then… fine. But please stay safe. Only God knows what that woman is planning.”

I chuckled before saying my goodbyes to her and hung up. I felt much better, so I slowly crept back to our bedroom.

The next day, Steve and I packed our things quickly and headed for his mother's house. The entire way there, I couldn't stop shaking and sighing. Steve had to assure me multiple times that she was a calm woman, though I wasn't buying it.

When we finally got to the house—no, estate! My jaw dropped to the floor.

"I-is this your mother's house?" I choked out as I ogled the mansion that stood in the middle.

“Yep, pretty big, huh?” he snorted.

“Pretty big! Babe, this is a mansion!”

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged. He parked the car in a garage that ran for miles and was fully occupied with various cars. It looked like a car exhibit.

Whatever confidence I was able to gather completely shattered. His mother was freaking wealthy! If she wanted, she could separate me from not only her son but my own son. It looked like she was finally seeing the reason behind her invite.

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder drawing me from my thoughts.

“What's wrong?” He eyed me worriedly.

“Babe, we shouldn't have come here,” I said hurriedly, my hands trembling. “Let's go back.”

“Hey, hey, relax,” Steve grabbed both my hands in his. “My mother doesn't bite. She is only human, okay?”

I slowly nodded, looking into his comforting eyes. “Okay, but promise me. If she doesn't say even a single mean thing to me and I say I want to leave, you are coming with me.”

Steve smiled and nodded without hesitation.

“I promise. Let’s go in,” he said, grabbing my hand.

I swallowed, then reluctantly nodded as we made our way into the house.

We entered the grand house and were immediately greeted by two maids. They smiled politely at us, took our bags, then led us to the living room—if it could even be called that, with how massive it stood, painted in white and adorned in gold strips and millions worth of art paintings.

Okay, now I was successfully intimidated.

“Wait for Madam here. She would be down shortly,” one of the maids informed before leaving.

We sat there for what felt like hours to me, even though it was barely ten minutes. The giggle of a child was the first thing to snap me from my haze, as Steve and I quickly stood up.

I twisted my hands together, feeling like I was going to throw up.

"Stay still, Danny." A deep but feminine voice instructed, making my guts tighten. Even her voice was intimidating.

Suddenly, a woman about 6'5" appeared on the staircase, holding onto a child. She was dressed in office pants and a dress shirt.

I felt my breath hitch as butterflies burst in my stomach. Her hair was cut short and styled perfectly. I couldn't help but ogle her. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement; she was completely drop-dead gorgeous.

My eyes followed her until she reached the bottom of the stairs and strolled toward us, a hand tucked in her pocket.

“Hey, Mom,” Steve said, kissing her cheek, then turned to me. “Mom, meet my fiancée, Elena. Elena, meet my mother, Sylvia."

Sylvia's eyes found mine, and I unknowingly sucked in a sharp breath. God, she was beyond gorgeous. She was ethereal.

"Well, are you going to stand there like some statue or greet me properly?" She arched a brow, snapping me from my thoughts.

"R-Right." I reached out a hand. "N-Nice to meet you, ma'am, Sylvia."

"Call me Sylvia," she replied, ignoring my hand.

I nodded and slowly retracted my hand.

She looked toward Daniel and pushed him in front of her.

"You two should spend some time with the child you both abandoned. I would get a maid to bring you something to eat.” She said, her eyes meeting mine again accusingly before turning to leave.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked as he extended a hand out for our son, Daniel, to hold.

“I will be in my study. I have work to finish. I will meet you guys for dinner, then I can spend the whole of tomorrow getting to know your 'fiancée'.” She said with a mocking tone, and I couldn't help the heat that rose to my cheeks as I avoided her eyes.

Steve did not seem to catch the double meaning. My eyes followed her until she left the room.

"Why didn't you tell me your mother looked like that?" I unintentionally asked.

"Look like how?" Steve asked as he tried to bribe Daniel with snacks.

I quickly regained my senses and shook my head. "Forget it."

I sat back down on the chair and joined him in trying to play with Daniel, but my mind would not erase the thought of possibly the hottest-looking person I have ever seen.

My soon to be mother in law.