Married To My Ex's Dad Novels & Stories

She is super hot, gorgeous and sexy. Grandma and I were finally happy that dad had decided to get married after many years of being single, and playing around. We didn't mind when he said he was going to get married to a younger lady, all we wanted was for him to find happiness again. But now I don't know how to feel again. Finding out the woman I have been going head over heels for is my father's soon to be wife, drives me crazy.

He said still with that same smirk “Ehhh you might not know this but I’m married” “That was before” He shrugged, I was surprised how did he know that I was divorced “Don’t be surprised I have my ways” “Ehm you might not know this but I’m pregnant” “I don't mind” “Huh…..!” I screamed yet again but he looked unfazed “Listen this cannot work, you can't get married to me” “Why’s that? Because of your ex-husband?” “He has nothing to do with this” “Does my father know about this?”

We can use your colleagues to start it but you give me a little more time, my mother blurted out to my dad, “Hmmm, I quite understand it may not so easy to know you are the only woman that has ever stayed for long period of time. We must agree together and get evidences of his assault on you. Try and start recording on a daily basis please my wife.” “I am ready to have you back even now. If you ask me to come and pick you, I will do so; I have secretly been waiting for this day. I am the happiest man in the whole world. I felt like shouting, screaming, crying at the same time. I want the whole world to know that my wife is fully back, I pushed you unto doing this. I won’t put the whole blame

That was when the weight of everything hit me again. I was married. The word felt strange in my head. Married. To a man I barely knew. A powerful man. A dangerous man.,Married to my ex's rival. A man who saved my mother’s life—but not for free. My chest tightened. How will I tell my mother? I wondered. How will I explain that the man she thinks I will marry is no longer in my life? Clark. Just thinking his name still hurt, even though I Love him,but it seems the love is gradually turning to hatred which I can't control.

She remained on the couch and let the day's exhaustion pull her under. The next time she woke up, her phone was chiming repeatedly. She opened the phone and realized she had many missed calls, most of them from Aaron. She had been repeatedly tagged in a particular post, and her heart pounded faster as she opened the link. She gasped when she saw a picture of Mathias. The headline says, POV: Your Whorish Ex-Wife Fucked Your Father, And Now You Have A Brother That Looks Exactly Like You To Remind You Of The Betrayal Forever.

The shock hit me like a freight train—my soon-to-be husband wasn’t just older than me but happened to be my ex-husband’s ex-stepdad as well. How did I get myself into this weird and awkward mess?

"Father… I told you, Taylor loves me, I swear!" "You're useless. You should at least be pregnant by now. If you can't even speed up this marriage, imagine how useless you are to at least get pregnant and force him to marry you. Damn!" he lamented, massaging between his eyebrows. "You should have at least invested in the legitimate heir instead of that bastard. Surely Alfred doesn't like that boy, it's driving me crazy!" "And you'll be by his side? That woman was his ex. Look how clever she was, seeking something even greater after being rejected. And she still has the power to make those two men fight for her."

Myriam wrinkled her nose, blinking rapidly. “What?” she asked, bewildered. “Things aren’t the way you think. The only reason I said that was for Tony’s sake.” She sighed. “My ex-husband wants to claim paternity, saying I had the insemination done while we were still married. I just want to protect my son.” Gerald’s muscles tensed at Wilson’s intentions. “What does that bastard think he’s doing?” he growled. “He has no rights. Anthony’s father is me,” he declared firmly.

Xena. I gasped for breath, my legs still aching from the last round. Yet Dante stood over me like this was nothing but probably another of his one night stands. The bed was wet beneath me, wet from my juices. I stared at the ceiling for a while, the memories of his cock inside of me played over and over again. "Are you alright?” He asked, buttoning up his shirt. "I can't believe," I said slowly, still not looking at him, "that I just slept with my ex-husband's uncle."

“Mother… What do you mean? How are we going to handle it?” Mabel’s frown deepened, her gaze locked onto Adina, unyielding. “What sort of question is that, darling?...” “...Surely you don’t expect your husband—my son—to raise not just any man’s child, but your ex-boyfriend’s? That would be a disgrace to this family. An embarrassment.” Adina’s stomach twisted painfully. She didn’t need Mabel to say it outright. She already knew what she meant. “So… there’s no other alternative?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, timid, pleading.