Seducing My Fiancé's Father

I was supposed to be the happiest woman in the world. In exactly seven days, I would walk down the aisle and marry the man I thought was the love of my life. My dress was hanging in my closet, the venue was booked, and every detail had been planned to perfection. My heart had been beating in countdowns... seven, six, five days until forever. At least, that was the fantasy. Eric had called earlier that morning to tell me he was leaving town for a few days. Business meetings, he said. His voice was warm and reassuring, but rushed. “I’ll be back before the wedding, I promise. Just tie up some loose ends for the company.” I didn’t think much of it. After all, Eric is the son of one of the most powerful men in the country. Busy is his middle name. But something about the call had left me unsettled. Maybe it’s the way he avoided answering when I asked where exactly he was going. I brushed it off. Or at least I tried. Later that afternoon, while running errands, I found myself driving toward my sister Lila’s apartment. It wasn’t planned, I just wanted to surprise her, maybe force her into helping me with some last minute wedding preparations. She had been distant lately and distracted, but I told myself it was nothing. She was my sister. My maid of honour. My blood. The closer I got, the lighter I felt. If anyone could take my mind off this weird anxiety, it was Lila. I parked my car outside her building and froze. Eric’s car was there. The sleek black Mercedes with the custom plates, the one he loved too much to ever lend out. My stomach twisted into a knot. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe he had left it here before heading to the airport. Maybe... My heart knew the truth before my mind could catch up. I climbed the stairs slowly, every step heavier than the last. By the time I reached her door, my pulse was pounding so loud it drowned out the world. I raised my hand to knock then paused when I heard it. A laugh. A man’s laugh. His laugh. I felt the air rush out of me and without thinking, I turned the handle. The door was unlocked. And that was how my life split in two. The first half was the naive girl who believed in love, in vows, in family. The second half was the woman standing in the doorway, watching her fiancé make love to her sister. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t. The world slowed down. Lila’s hair was tangled against the sheets, her moans shameless, her hands clawing at his back. Eric’s body was moving above hers, the same body I had kissed, touched, memorized. His voice, low and rough, whispering her name instead of mine. I wanted to scream and tear the room apart and rip her out of his arms and demand how they could do this to me. But I didn’t move. I just stood there, numb and invisible, watching everything I should never have seen. Tears stung my eyes, hot and heavy, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of them. I stepped back, quiet as a ghost, and pulled the door shut behind me. The hallway was spinning, walls pressed in. Somehow I made it to my car, my hands shaking so violently I could barely unlock the door. When I finally slid inside, I broke down. My chest heaved as sobs clawed their way out of me. Ugly uncontrollable sobs. I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel, wishing I could rewind time, wishing I could erase seeing them together. But the image was burned into me like poison. “Why?” I whispered to the empty car. “Why her? Why me?” There was no answer. Just silence, mocking me. I don’t remember how long I sat there. Minutes, maybe hours, it all blurred. But when the tears finally dried, something else took their place. A fire. I felt an anger sharper than any blade. They had taken everything from me. My trust. My love. My family. My wedding. My future. But I would not let them win. Slowly, I lifted my head and stared at my reflection in the rear view mirror. My eyes were swollen, my mascara smeared, but beneath the ruin, I saw something new. A woman no longer willing to be a victim. If Eric thought he could betray me and still live his perfect little life, he was wrong. If Lila thought she could steal my happiness and walk away smiling, she had no idea what storm she had unleashed. They had broken me that night. But I would rebuild myself into something stronger. And one day, Eric would fall to his knees and beg me for mercy. The next morning, I tried to pretend. Pretend nothing had happened, pretend I was still the bride to be. But every ring of my phone, every glance at the mirror reminded me of the truth. Eric texted me. Landed safely. Missing you already. I stared at the message until my vision blurred, then deleted it without replying. He thought I didn’t know. He thought I was still waiting for him, still counting down to a wedding that no longer existed. Good. Let him think that. Because when the truth hit him, I wanted it to destroy him the way he had destroyed me. And that was when the idea formed. Revenge. Not the kind you read about in novels or daydream in anger. This was cold and calculated. A plan that would make Eric regret the day he ever dared to betray me. It started with one thought, his father. Alexander King. The name carried weight like thunder. Billionaire CEO. Mafia lord. A widower, feared and respected everywhere. Men bowed when he entered a room. Women whispered about his power, his ruthlessness, his dominance. And Eric? He lived in Alexander’s shadow, forever desperate to prove himself. If I wanted to break Eric, I knew exactly where to strike. I would seduce the devil himself. Not for love or passion. For vengeance and power. For the sweet satisfaction of watching Eric crumble under the weight of his father’s name, knowing I had taken the one throne he could never touch. The plan terrified me. It felt impossible. Because the girl who had walked into Lila’s apartment yesterday had died. And the woman who rose from her ashes would stop at nothing. That night, I stood in front of the mirror, wiping the last of my tears away. My red eyes had cleared, my trembling had stilled. I wasn’t broken anymore. I was ready. “Game on,” I whispered. And for the first time since my world shattered, I almost smiled.