My Father-In-Law's Bride; The Sin Between Us

Episode 003

Alina

I arrived at Carlos' house during my lunch break. I didn’t plan on having lunch anyway, as I was on a very tight budget, and I also didn’t have the money to head to the hospital just yet.

A few blocks away from his house, I spotted two Range Rovers parked outside, and as I got closer, I noticed hefty men in black guarding the house.

That felt off, and I was too nervous to get any closer or even affiliate myself with the house. Who knew the kind of trouble he had gotten himself into? I pondered, as I stood at a corner and watched closely, hoping to see him come out with whoever had the car.

In that moment of waiting, my phone rang, and on the other side of the line was Carlos yelling for me to get to his house immediately, unless I did not need the money to pay for my brother. He had barely dropped the call when I was suddenly brought in by one of the guards.

“Oh, perfect timing,” Carlos announced my arrival with a smile on his face, as he signalled for me to come closer. “This is my daughter, the one I told you about,” he introduced me with a smile, before dropping the bomb “Your Wife.”

“WHAT!!!!!” I yelled in shock, with disgust visible in my eyes.

“Weren't you the one promising to do whatever it takes to save your brother a few days back?” Carlos questioned, his gaze fixed on me. “This is your ticket. Mr Whitmore, here is the answer to your prayer.”

“Are you being serious right now, Carlos? I am only twenty-two, and you want to marry me off to an old man….”

“No offence, sir”

A loud laughter erupted between the two men, and I could clearly hear mockery in their voices.

“I see where the problem is coming from now. You think you would be marrying me?”

Turning around, I scanned the room to be sure there was no one else around. “I can't see anyone else here.”

The laughter lasted for a few more seconds before Mr Whitmore explained that he was marrying me for his son and not himself. I breathed a loud sigh of relief.

But then why wasn't the supposed groom here to seal the deal? Why was he sending his father? I inquired out of curiosity, and I was not given any reasonable response.

“You are not to ask questions. Just do whatever I tell you, and I assure you that your life will never be the same. I will clear off all your outstanding debt and make sure your brother gets the best medical treatment possible, and if need be, to fly him to India or anywhere in the world to meet with a specialist. Be assured that I will have that sorted out. All you have to do is just sign the document, and that is all,” Mr Whitmore explained.

I stared sternly at him as he explained, and then at Carlos. This sounded too good to be true. From the way he sounded, it was evident he was wealthy, and even if he wanted to get a wife for his son, it shouldn’t be a nobody like me. Even though deep down, my instinct was right and told me not to sign, I couldn't resist his offer.

It was too good to be true and too good to resist. I mean whats the worst that could happen, right? I have nothing to lose. All I had to do was just be a good wife and daughter in law a d they would sort out everything.

“I see no reason why you haven't signed this document. Isn't this all you ever wanted and dreamed of?” Carlos questioned, his voiced desperate like his life depended on me signing the document.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't help but ask.“And what do you have to gain from marrying me off? Or rather selling me off?”

And just as I had expected, he gave no response. “If you don't want the deal, then watch your brother die. And just know that when those I owe come, I will bring them to you.” Carlos threatened, and I knew for a fact he wasn’t bluffing.

Looking up, and taking a deep breath, I silently prayed for my parents to watch over me, as I strode to the table and signed the document without even scanning through to know what ot says. Not in fear of the alleged debt I owed Carlos, but for the promise that my brother would be taken care of.

And as much as I hated to admit it, I must say that was the beginning of my troubles.

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In less than two weeks after signing the document, my engagement to Dominic Whitmore was announced publicly, and that was a turning point in my life. My debt to Carlos was cleared, and my brother was placed under the Whitmore family insurance, and he got premium health care.

First, he was sent to the best hospital and was put in a private VIP suite where he had assigned doctors and nurses at his beck and call.

Everything was happening so fast and felt too good to be true that for a moment, but I didn't care. As long as my brother was okay and money was no longer the problem, I was fine.

One month to the wedding, I still haven't set eyes on my fiancé. I had only seen him through TVs. I didn't know what he looked like up close, what he smelled like, what he loved eating or anything at all. All I knew was his name, and whenever I asked to meet, I always got a cold response that he was either too busy or he didn’t want to see me.

I knew I should have run away from this red flag. The signs that this was going to be a toxic marriage were glaring, but there was nothing I could do. I already signed a contract, and life was now much easier, so leaving was not even an option.

Eventually we would meet, I told myself, and when we do, I would try my best to make him like and fall in love with me.

Besides, I was a virgin, and on our wedding night, once he finds out that he would be the first man to be intimate with me, he would appreciate and love me more, and when I evetually gives him a child, I would have his full attention and heart all to myself.

I imagined, with a grin on my face, as I watched my brother sleep peacefully.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the day I dreamed about and looked forward to came. My wedding night.

No one would believe that I saw my husband for the first time on our wedding day, when Carlos walked me down the aisle and handed me over to him. Gosh, he was beautiful and everything I had imagined.

He let out a warm smile and placed a kiss on my fingers like we were high school lovers getting married, and even if I knew he was doing it for the parparrazi, I didn't care but lived in the moment and enjoyed every bit of it.

All through the event, he was meticulous, sweet, romantic, and loving. Everything I could ask for and dream about, he was and more, and in that moment, the built-up anger about not seeing him died, and I went with the flow and enjoyed the moment.

It was all a show, I knew, but deep down, I lived in denial.

Pacing round the room, I bit my fingers in anticipation as I waited for Dominic in our honeymoon suite. I had imagined how everything would go in my head.

He would walk in, place a kiss on my forehead, undress me slowly, dig into my lips and eventually dig deeper into my thighs. Even though it had been over three hours I have been waiting, I didn't care. All I knew was that whatever he was doing, he would eventually come back to me and consummate our marriage.

While deep in my imagination, a loud knock on the door jolted me back to reality, making me jump in excitement as I went to answer the door. It had to be Dominic, so I didn't bother asking who it was, and I opened the door, but my joy was cut short when I saw the house manager.

“Where is my husband?” I questioned with worry in my voice.

“That is what I came to inform you about, ma’am,” he said with his face buried to the ground,

My heart skipped, as I feared for the worst. “Is he okay? Did anything happen?” I asked anxiously, as I walked past him into the hallway to check if there was any problem, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me halfway.

“Mr Dominic is okay. But he wouldn't be joining you tonight,” he announced, confusion washing over me.

“After bidding farewell to the guest, he got an emergency call from Miss Sina, and he rushed to her, and because of that, he won’t be joining you tonight,” he explained, leaving me momentarily speechless.

I stood still, staring at him, trying to understand what he meant. “What emergency? And who is….” I paused, trying to recall the name he had just mentioned.

“Sina.”

“Oh yeah. Who's that?” I asked with curiosity in my voice, but he remained speechless, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Just a friend, ma'am. Nothing to worry yourself about.” He said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between us. “I just came to inform you so you don't spend all night waiting for someone who isn't coming.” He said and left without giving me room to ask any further question.

How do I react to such news, I thought, as I dragged myself back into the suite.

“No wayyy!!!!….” I exclaimed as a creepy thought came into my mind. There was no way I was going to let my mind trick me into believing Sina was my husband's mistress.

I just got married, so I tried my best to avoid having such negative thoughts just yet. “He would be back,” I muttered silently, hoping for a miracle, when suddenly another knock came again, jolting me back to reality.

I stared at the door for a few more seconds as I pondered if that was the house manager or Dominic. Anyways, I chose the latter and hurried to open the door, only to be shocked to see Mr Whitmore, my father-in-law, standing with a smile.

Forcefully, he made his way into the room, not giving me any chance to ask why he was there, and honestly, I didn't think much of it either. I thought he was only coming to check up on me when, suddenly, I felt a hot and heavy slap on my cheek, which almost made me pass out.

Staggering backwards a little, my hands were on my cheeks, as I still tried to understand what was happening or what I had done wrong to deserve such a slap.

I didn't fully recover from the first slap when I felt the second, and then came the third, fourth, and before I could even say a word, I became a punching bag to this man.

“What did I do?” I managed to ask in a weak voice as I laid on the bed, feeling the urge to pass out, when suddenly, I noticed my dress had been tampered.

I was too weak to shout for help and to beaten up to fight back, all I could do was lie back as my father-in-law rapped me on my wedding night. On the bed I was supposed to share with my husband, his son, he took my pride, something I had guided jealousy for twenty two years hoping to share this beautiful moment with my husband.