Novel & Cerita Married To My Ex's Dad

My mind drifts away and goes to Brian remembering when he used to work with us and we will have fun working together but he decided to quit after the breakup saying it's too hard on him and I get it I will do same too. Imagine having to stare at your ex face daily that is another form of torture entirely. My mind is pulled back when dad beckons on me and speaks to me directly but the next words that come out of his mouth has left me in utter shock and complete silence. Dad just said for me to inherit and become CEO I have to be married before my next birthday which is eight months away !!!

“I've eaten this morning mom, no need to set a table for me." Reaching the dining table, I saw my Dad already eating his food, no welcoming look on his face. I should have expected that but it still hurts. Sitting down I said to him, “Hi Dad, I hope you are better now.” He raised his head up and stared at me. "What is this I hear that you are married.” Well, we are going straight to point then, this was better, the sooner I explain the sooner I leave this house. “Yes Dad, I am married to Max, mom met him when she came to visit."

He said, patting my back gently. I pulled away gently. “That's not true dad. You are the best parent ever.” He grinned, “You think?” I nodded, as he wiped away the tears that flooded down my cheeks. “Does he know yet?”i asked “Roland doesn't have to know, unless…”I cut him off before he could finish his statement. “I'm over it, Dad. Ever since he got back with his ex wife.” I explained. “Good, I couldn't watch my daughter get married to that old man.”he taunted

He finished soberly. I understood his point, but he should have told me all of this before now, although it would most likely have changed nothing. His ex-wife wanted nothing to do with my mom and me. You see, back then, my dad had cheated on his wife with my mom, and they had me while he was still married. His wife was the original owner of their fashion company, which had been passed on to her by her parents, but my dad was the one who managed it, and he was so good at managing it that they even opened several branches in neighboring countries.

My mom left my dad when I was barely six years old. Dad raised me all by himself until I turned seventeen. Then he found love again with a widow who had three children: two boys, Dongila, who is 20, and Johnson, who is 22. The youngest, a girl, is my age. Dad didn’t marry her because of the kids; he married because he needed companionship. Though I wasn’t fully in favor of the marriage, I pretended to be happy for Dad’s sake. .

he stated and when I looked at him, it felt like I could literally tell him about everything that was happening in my life so I did. I told him about how my dad had changed slowly after my mother had died and how he was mostly focused on his job than on me or my sister. Then when the company started having issues and going down, he gave us out to Jace. “Wait, you and your sister are married to Jace?” he asked as his eyes widened. “Yes,” I replied, “I'm just the wife in public but he literally owns the two of us like he loves to remind me.” “That is… I see what you were trying to tell me at the exhibition,”

I exclaimed with exasperation. “You guys are just pretending to be mates,” Dad snorted again, making me speechless. Yes, we were just pretending, but I still wanted Dad to accept Max. “We are married, and he’s your son-in-law,” I argued again. “For only a year,” Dad countered. “Can't you just accept him?” I asked helplessly. “Why should I accept him when you guys are only a fake couple?” Dad was so stubbornly against Max he didn't even try to conceal it.

I let out my own exasperated grunt and eye rolled. "Can you imagine the President not inviting me for his birthday? Why? Am I not rich enough?! Fuck this!" He exclaimed angrily. "I need that partnership, Mia. I don't care how you do it. You're married into the Johnson family, Peter is a Johnson and so is your husband. Do something!" "Like what?! You already have a partnership with Jared. Why don't you just continue with him?" At this point, I just wanted to leave. Dad had called me to come for a visit, I never knew this was what he wanted to talk about, I'd have given him an excuse and avoided this house for as long as I could.

"So there's an accomplice in this case..." Ashton mutters, taking a big drink out of his glass. Forrest nods. "Anyway, I have done my part. It's a pity she died though. How was she related to you all?" "She was my ex fiancee, don't worry, I was the one who called the marriage off. And to my wife, she was her enemy and to Liam, she was a colleague. She managed to get under each and every one's skin."

I hadn't seen him for a month since I got married to his Dad. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He yelled, rushing towards us. “Let her go! What did you do to her?” “Oliver, hi,” I greeted sheepishly. What exactly do you tell your ex fiance when a few seconds ago you were practically pawing at his dad. “I’m fine-” “You don't look fine,” He hissed. Compared to his dad, Oliver was quite slim. He was tall, yeah, but the aristocratic kind of tall and a boyish look on his face. “You did something to her, didn't you? Just like you did to mom!”