Married To My Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

"I will be seeing both of my daughters get married in front of my own eyes." It was Dad, speaking with incomparable excitement. We were very much intrigued after listening to it. Our heads were muddling at the thought, what does he mean. He alraedy know that I am married, so why is he talking about my marriage. Does that mean, he wants me and Allen and Mariah, Deven to be married in front of him. Holy shit. I am already married, and I would have dealt with all the pains and problems but this new giant problem standing in front of me left me clueless. What will I do now? I can't marry Allen.

he replies, leaning down and kissing me, showing me with that one touch just how much he wants this. Wants me. The next hour is a rush of congratulations, jokes, laughter, and pictures. When we finally all sit down for a meal, Jesse and I are at the table by ourselves as everyone drinks and celebrates. As I stare at the ring in shock, I can’t help but laugh. Who knew I would end up marrying the man who was my ex’s dad? If he was still alive, I would be his stepmazom. The thought sends a twinge of pain through me at the memory of his loss. Not for me, but for Jesse. But now is not a time for sadness, it’s time for happiness.

“Yes. Both you and Dad are the reason I ended up this way. If you’d never brought Zita into the picture, Verena and I would still be married,” She rolled her eyes. “You wanted Zita too—” I cut in. “Not for marriage…you know what, just stop and leave me alone. I’m not a kid anymore and I will be with whoever I like. And that person is Verena,” Mum stared at me incredulously. “Why are you still so hung up on your ex-wife. She is in a relationship with your uncle for crying out loud,” “Not for long. Now that Zita and I aren’t together anymore, she will come back,

"To half those people downstairs, this wedding is a multi-million-dollar merger. To the rest, it's a fairy-tale match made in heaven. If I pull the plug single-handedly because I 'changed my mind,' the board will call me unstable and spoiled. The press will tear my family apart. Investors will pull out of my dad's company before the night is fucking over." I turned back to the mirror, smoothing down the heavy ivory silk over my hips. "If this marriage falls apart, it can't come from me," I whispered. "It has to be destroyed from the outside, or Daniel has to do it...and we both know he won't..." I said, forcing strength into my voice before fall to the floor and begin to cry like a horse. "T

"Sloane, my father expects perfection from me. If I tell him you did the work, he'll think I'm weak. Just be patient. I'm sure once I secure the vice presidency, we can finally announce our engagement." He never did. And as I stood there watching him pack, I felt the phantom ache of all the holidays I had spent alone. The anniversaries he forgot. The cold, empty bed I slept in while he was out "networking" with the very woman he was now leaving me for. His past flame had returned to the country a week ago. She hadn't even been back for twenty-four hours before Finn personally went to her hotel, a smug, eager smile smeared across his face.

Derek Lowe, my ex-boyfriend. To be precise, he was my ex-fiance, because by the time we broke up, we were already engaged. He was from a rural family, with a couple of younger siblings, and his family wasn't well off. A few years ago, when I was still young and naive, I felt like I was under some kind of spell and insisted on marrying him no matter what. My parents saw how stubborn I was, and they were worried that I would end up suffering in the countryside with him. So, they took the initiative to buy me an apartment in the city, which was the Apartment No. 801 in Lily Gardens.

“Dad?” What? Michael is his father? Heart galloping, I alternate my gaze between Michael and Liam. “Hello, son.” Michael hums, wrapping his hand around me. “What brings you here?” Liam curses, his eyes rimmed with a red hue as he looks between Michael and me. I don’t know what to make of this! So, I’ve been fucking my ex’s dad? Well, instead of feeling guilty, what I feel is pride. Satisfaction. I bagged the bigger man, after all.

Oliver replied. Oliver was right. My Grandpa and my Dad never got along, they used to get along until my Dad remarried after my mom passed away. My grandpa was never in support of my Dad's marriage to Avery but my Dad didn't care, according to him, the woman was his soulmate and whoever didn't share that idea could go burn in hell. "I don't get it if Avery and Dad were planning to get divorced. We should have known, right? But finding out about it on the net was the last thing I ever thought would happen," I sighed.

In a twinkle of an eye, Harley occupied the witness box, challenged with an unthinkable demand. “Who are you following? Your mom or your dad?” the judge said loudly. Harley blinked a few times, looking at Jayden and me. “But I still love my father and my mother too. Suddenly, their union collapsed.” Jayden had earlier told her, “He’s no longer your dad. He will marry another lady, and you will have your stepmother or father’s wife train you till adulthood. It’s better you follow your mom and leave your father. He no longer cherishes you.” I was present. Harley was too young for all this. The most memorable day of my life—the day my sweet husband was separated from me. Not that he died, but h

"Her visit pissed me off and I vented my anger on him. Glad I didn't waste time though, because Vincent was planning to run away." "About that," Dad mutters. "Gabi told us." "I figured." I drawl. "I don't know what to say, son." Dad sighs. "Then... Don't say anything." I tell him. "I've made up my mind about this." "Do you think her ex husband would just sit there and watch you marry his ex? A woman who'd ruined his life forever?"