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I had sex with that son of a bitch all over again after I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to do it and that’s when my mom saw us . My mom sees me in bed with her husband and she’s so furious, so angry , so mad at me and what she does . She told me the craziest thing that I didn’t want to hear . She asked my fucking step father to have sec with me , they wanted me to be a baby producing machine to them . I thought that he loved me , I thought that even though what we had was forbidden , I thought that we had something together. I thought that this is going to get something that would turn out to be better but I was wrong , I was so freaking wrong about it .

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

When we got home, Sean sat in the living room with the baby in his arms. The moment he saw us walk in, he stood up with a smile. “Miley, you are back…” … My mother did not look at him. She walked straight upstairs. The smile froze on Sean’s face. He turned to me, hatred flashing in his eyes. “Your father is dead. This house belongs to me now.” He crouched down until his face was inches from mine. His voice dropped low. “You had better learn your place.” I said nothing. Dad taught me never to argue with crazy people.

My daughter, Leah Haynes, couldn't stand seeing others insult me and started arguing angrily, "What are you people talking about? The woman on stage is my mom, and my dad is her real husband. That guy is the homewrecker!" The others immediately burst into laughter, their tone growing more mocking. "Like father, like daughter. So young and already trying to climb the social ladder. How twisted!" "Ms. Webster showed her affection in public, so how could their happy family of three be fake?" Trenton Ritter, who had just come down from the podium, suddenly rushed over and glared viciously at Leah. "Who are you calling a homewrecker? Are you and your dad that desperate for a power grab? Have you

He stopped right in front of his father, but his eyes were locked on Elara, stripping her bare with equal parts hatred and passion. "Congratulations, Father," Xavier’s voice was low, vibrating in Elara’s chest. "I didn't realize your taste in choosing a stepmother for me was so... extraordinary." Maximilian laughed, oblivious to the lethal electric current surging between his son and his wife. "Meet Elara, Xavier. My wife. Isn't she beautiful?" Xavier reached out. Not to shake hands, but to take Elara’s hand and kiss the back of it. His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes.

"Sam." I walked over and reminded him gently. "Too many sweets will hurt your teeth." He looked up at me, pouted, and suddenly pushed my hand away hard. "I don't want you! Daddy said! The Real mother is coming to my party today!" "I only want the Real mother to take care of me!" Her childish voice echoed clearly in the suite. The laughter died instantly. All eyes turned to me. Ethan rushed over, pulling Sam to his side. "Elena, he's just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

The sounds of the crowd surged back---laughter, congratulations, praise. They surrounded me, yet none of it was meant for me. An exhibition themed "My Mother," starring my husband, the son I'd carried for ten months, and my son's "Mommy." I was just the human who'd delivered Luke, the nanny who handled discipline and restriction. The love and joy of motherhood had long been handed to someone else by Lucien.

During that first week, my three sons kept coming over to look for me. Ryan showed up at the gate, shouting, "Mom, I was wrong! I'm on the verge of bankruptcy! Lend me some money to get through this. Otherwise, my whole family will starve!" I watched him shake the gate from the window, the metal clanging loudly, and felt nothing. A few days later, Victor came with Molly. Molly wore a dress and sang the nursery rhymes I had taught her, breaking into tears after a few lines and crying out, "Grandma!"

He shudders above me, cursing into my neck as he follows me over the edge, his body shaking against mine. Hours later, at the crack of dawn, I am sheathed in his arms, staring up at his flawless face. My brain nudges at me, as the familiarity I didn’t realize last night begins to return. My eyes widen as I push off him suddenly. I just had sex with my mate's father. Alpha Kael, the Alpha of the Mystic Hollows Pack. This is all Aiden's plan. I can't believe I was so foolish as to fall for it. Slipping out of bed, I try to find my clothes on the floor, but come up with nothing. I remember he took them off in the living room and I make to go out.

But his face darkened when he heard my words. “You’re shameless! You’ve been cheating on me for eighteen years, and now you want my money!” I snorted. “Mason, since you are so sure Yulian isn’t your son, let’s make a bet. If you lose, you leave this house with nothing.” Hearing that, Mason froze. “Have you lost your mind?” He saw that I was serious and sneered. “Fine! Since you’re so confident, you and that child will leave with nothing if the test tomorrow proves Mason isn’t my son.”