"Mom, I'm so sorry." Stephanie began, intending to apologise for spying on her and Logan having sex, but Jessica cut her off before she could finish.
"Come help me zip up my dress, Stephanie." Jessica said politely. Stephanie was surprised; she never expected that from her mother. She had expected more, like her mother yelling at her, scolding her as a bad child for watching her fuck her stepdad, but Jessica seemed calm—or maybe because she knew nothing about it? Stephanie wondered as she cautiously approached her mother. "Hurry up, Stephanie; I'm getting late for my wedding," Jessica said urgently, and Stephanie quickly zipped up her dress. "Perfect," she smiled, turning to gaze at Stephanie. "How do I look?" Jessica asked. Stephanie forced a fake smile and replied, "Fine." "Ugh, you're such a joy killer," Jessica teased as she slipped on her heels. "I know you're not happy about this wedding," she continued, causing Stephanie to sigh, realising her mother had no idea about her actions. "But you're still going to be my bridesmaid," she added, grinning broadly. Stephanie rolled her eyes. She had little interest in her mother's so-called crazy wedding. She is against her mother remarrying due to her abusive history with her father. He was always verbally and physically abusive towards her and her mother. Despite this, she is giving a man she barely knew, whom she had met just two weeks ago, a chance at marriage. "Mom, you know I don't approve of this wedding.” "And I don't care," Jessica snapped, dismissing her daughter's opinions. "Logan and I love each other,"She added. Stephanie rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested in her mother's declaration. "I don't want to hear it, Mom!" "Well, I don't care what you think; just show up," Jessica snapped back, and that turned into an argument. “I'm not coming to the fucking wedding!” Stephanie fired back. “Yes you are, it's an order!!” “No mom!” “Stephanie, do you ever consider how I feel about this?" Jessica yelled, silencing Stephanie and ending the argument. "You never want to see me happy," she concluded, tears welling in her eyes. "That's not true, Mom. I..." "And Logan isn't just some man I met two weeks ago; he's different and he is the love of my life, the man I'm about to marry," she defended. "Your stepfather!" Jessica emphasised. "Mom, what if he turns out to be like Dad? You wouldn't want to end up with another toxic, abusive man, would you?" Stephanie said angrily, even when she knew bringing up the past would only cause her mother pain. "Stop reminding me of my past traumas, Stephanie! you know it took me months to recover from them!" Jessica retorted sharply. "Come on, Mom, you barely know him." Stephanie reasoned, trying to persuade her mother not to rush into a marriage with Logan. "Even if I barely know him, it doesn't matter when I love him and I'm happy, does it?" Jessica countered, standing face-to-face with Stephanie and searching her eyes for an honest answer. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she was struggling to hold back tears. Stephanie lowered her gaze, unable to meet her mother's eyes. "No, Mom," she replied softly. "Now, come with me to my wedding. If you care about my feelings, then come," Jessica urged, leaving Stephanie with no choice. "See you at the church." With that, she put on her veil and left the room. Stephanie sighed heavily, things were about to get more complicated with this man becoming a part of her life.STEPHANIE POVMy mom and I arrived at the entrance of the church just in time. It was already filled with people, mostly guests invited by both my mother and stepfather. It was a small wedding, as my mom had chosen a small church and selected only a few close friends to attend. I didn't invite anyone myself because I felt uneasy about people knowing my mom was remarrying a man so strikingly handsome and hot. It made me cringe to even think about it.I stood behind her, holding her wedding dress as any bridesmaid should. She paused and turned to me, tears streaming down her face. "Should I do this?" she asked quietly."Why not? It's what you want, isn't it? It's your happiness, not mine," I reassured her, noticing she wasn't herself. She was clearly afraid of making the wrong decision. Gently, I wiped her tears away and encouraged her, "Mom, stop crying and smile. Today is a big day for you; don't let anything ruin it." I forced a smile to ease her nerves, and it seemed to work. She h
STEPHANIE'S POV:Diamond had such a healthy glow after our breakup that even I didn't recognise him at first. It had been years since he disappeared after our breakup, and his sudden appearance surprised me.I was extremely shocked to see Diamond; in fact, I never imagined we would ever cross paths again after what happened between us. I was stunned to find out my ex was the groom's son and ring bearer. How come Diamond is here after his disappearance? Why exactly is he here, and why would he agree to his father marrying my mom? I have to find out.I watched as he opened the wedding ring box and offered the ring to Logan. I still find it hard to believe what my eyes are seeing. Was I dreaming? How could Diamond be Logan's son, and I never knew? Diamond never mentioned his father to me, nor did he introduce me to him. At least mom could have told me he had a son. I could have looked into it.Logan took the ring from the box before Diamond stepped back and glanced at me with his charmin
STEPHANIE'S POVI pushed him into a corner before joining him. "Diamond, what are you doing here?" I asked quietly, making sure no one outside could hear us, though I doubted they would ever hear us.Diamond smirked like a maniac and leaned against the church wall. Ignoring my question, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. Holding it between his middle and index fingers, he placed it between his lips and took out a lighter. He cupped his hand around the cigarette, flicked the lighter, and lit it on fire. Before he could take a drag of smoke off the cigarette, I yanked it from his hand, dropped it on the ground, and stomped on it, smashing it hard to make sure it was ruined so he wouldn't pick it up and use it again. Diamond knew how much I hated to see him smoke in front of me; I had warned him about it in the past. The smell of smoke disgusted me, and the last thing I wanted was to stand here inhaling it while I spoke with him."I asked you a question, Diamond. Don't you dare
My stomach fluttered, and my cheeks burned as my face reddened in embarrassment. Hearing his muscular voice utter those naughty words gave me a rush of pleasure that made my panties become moist.I pushed him away from me, feeling a mix of emotions.Diamond stepped back from the force I used, chuckling as I said, “You're dreaming; go to hell." I hurried out of the corner before him, determined not to let him drive me crazy, and I could feel his smirk as he watched me leave.“Don't act like you don't want me to!” I heard him utter behind me in a mocking tone. He knew all too well that I had fallen for his charm. Thank goodness this is the last wedding I will attend, and hopefully I won't have to see him again after all this is over. "Oh my God, Stephanie, where have you been? We were just about to leave, and you've gone missing. I was so freaking scared I lost you," my mom said, running towards me before pulling me into a hug. Diamond was right; my mom really thought I went missing. I'
STEPHANIE POVMy eyes snapped open from the darkness, and I heavily gasped for breath, feeling as though I had been struggling for air for some time.Glancing around, I realised I was still inside the car, illuminated only by the dim dome light that flickered weakly, threatening to fade at any moment. Turning to my left, I saw my mom lying on the passenger seat beside me, blood trickling from a wound on her head. It appeared she must have struck her head hard against the front seat."Oh my God," I whimpered silently before looking ahead to the driver's seat. There, I saw my stepfather's body slumped over the steering wheel, his face covered in blood, most of it dripping from his hand onto the wheel itself, staining it crimson.I wanted to scream, but I pressed my left hand firmly against my lips to hold myself back from doing so. The car reeked of blood, causing me to gag in disgust. I have a strong hatred for anything bloody, especially if it comes from a human being.I began sweatin
I was taken aback by the sight of my extremely hot and handsome stepdad. His hair was messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it for a long time. The sight of him made my nipples stiffen, protruding under my white dress."I'm dreaming," I whispered to myself, but he must have overheard me as his deep, masculine voice responded, "No, you're not." Hearing that, I felt my heart skip a beat."I'm glad you're finally awake," he said as his handsome face came into view.I realised I wasn't dreaming when my stepdad came into my line of sight. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, bolting upright from the fluffy pillows on the bed and leaning against the headboard in shock to really see my stepdad. I tried to move my hands, only to realise they were tied to the headboard. I wondered how long I had been asleep.I struggled to free myself, jerking my wrists and legs, but realised they were restrained by leather cuffs attached to the bed frame. All four of my limbs were secured to the four corn
"Ha", I chuckled, thinking this must be a nightmare or my brain playing tricks on me. My stepdad is a kind, gentle man. Even though I barely know him, I believe he could never do this to me, especially when he is married to my mother. He loves her too much, enough not to hurt her, and we both know that if my mom finds out about this, it could end their relationship."I don't believe it," I said, trying to convince myself, but Logan's words made me face the harsh truth."You've been kidnapped, Stephanie!" Logan made it clear to me, and that's when the reality finally sank in."No, no, no, please let me go! I need to find my mom!" I screamed, pulling as hard as I could against the cuffs, but it only tightened its grips and dug deeper into my skin.I groaned, frustrated and shocked that my stepfather could do this to me. "What? What do you want from me? Why have you kidnapped me?" I demanded, desperate for a reasonable explanation. He didn't respond and just kept staring at me while I st
"You should eat," Logan urged me, and I scoffed.Summoning courage, I looked up at him. "How do you expect me to reach it?" I asked, my voice cracked and hoarse.After a moment of thought, Logan took the tray from the table and placed it on my lap."I would appreciate the food if only I could eat it," I said, frustration evident in the tone of my voice.Logan groaned, clearly annoyed by my disturbance. He undid the rope on my right hand, leaving my left hand still tied to the headboard above my head. "You better figure out how to eat with one hand because there's no way I'm releasing both of your hands," he said."Are you kidding me? How do you expect me to eat with just one hand?" I questioned him."Just like I said before, figure it out!" Logan replied dismissively. His phone began ringing, and he had to reach into his back pocket to fish it out. He checked the caller ID and smirked before looking at me. "I'll be gone for a short time. Don't do anything silly, or you'll regret it,"