Married to the Son :Owned by the Father

I stepped out of the bedroom, sleep having abandoned me.

I needed something-anything-to silence the noise inside me.

But I wasn't alone.

He was there.

Standing in the dark, by the window...

The top buttons of his shirt undone, a glass of whiskey between his fingers.

He turned to me slowly.

"Couldn't sleep?"

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper.

"I don't want to sleep."

He took a step.

Then another.

Until he was right in front of me-close enough for the heat of his body to kiss my skin.

He said,

"You know you're playing with fire, don't you?"

I looked into his eyes-those eyes that shattered all my defenses.

And I whispered, voice trembling,

"I'd rather burn... than stay this cold."

I don't know who moved first.

All I know is that suddenly, I was in his arms.

Surrounded by his breath.

And in that moment-I forgot my name, my marriage... everything.

He leaned in, his breath rough against my ear.

"I'm your husband's father... this is wrong."

Then after a beat,

"But I want it to happen."

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I married him to escape the pain.

But my heart only beat for one man-his father.

I thought marriage would bring peace.

A shelter from a bleeding past.

But I didn't realize I was stepping straight into the storm.

A storm named Leonardo Ricardo.

A man who knows no mercy.

A man who never accepts defeat.

And worst of all?

He's my husband's father.

His eyes trap me.

His voice chains me.

And his touch...

His touch brands me with sin.

What happens when a woman shifts from obedient wife to prey caught between two flames?

One gave her his name.

The other stole her soul.

Forbidden Romance · Age Gap · Family Drama · Steamy · Dark Passion