In love with my father's wife

Chapter three

"Do you Hans, take Bianca to be your lawfully wedded wife."

I heard the priest say the man who had deceived me with lies about a better future as we both stood on the makeshift altar in the garden of one of his homes in New York.

"Do you Bianca, take Hans to be your lawfully wedded husband."

I heard the priest again, it took me a while to remember that was my new name. Bianca Campbell, soon to be Bianca Pearson.

"Y-yes." At the sound of my stutter, Hans glared at me and I gulped fearfully remembering what happened the last time I did something he didn't like. I still felt the ache throughout my body.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The priest smiled as the small audience we had for the wedding clapped. I plastered a fake smile on my face to hide the fact that I wanted to throw up at the thought of him kissing me.

Tears began to gather in my eyes as he came closer and gave me a warning look. I wanted to scream and run but the last time I tried to leave after realizing I made a huge mistake he beat me up till I started to bleed, and no one was there to help me.

Right now he lowered his face and pressed his cold cracked lips to mine, tears rolled down my face as I did my best to keep down the bile rising in my throat. He noticed I was trying to pull back and he grabbed my arms not caring that the bruises he gave me hadn't healed.

"Behave yourself." He said lowly to me.

My arms hurt so bad and although he picked a wedding gown that would cover my bruises, I was scared blood would stain the white gown that I hated so much and he would find a way to make it my fault but I was scared of what he'd do to me later.

Before I could decide what to do, a loud sound of glass shattering diverted everyone's attention.

I turned to look at where it had come from. and what I saw made me freeze. It was Christian, the man I gave my virginity and my heart to.

"Ah finally," Hans said and it was the first time I ever saw him genuinely smile. "The family is complete."

What? What did he mean by that?

"Bianca, meet my son Christian. Christian, this is your stepmother."

My stomach sank to the pits of hell and I wished the ground would swallow up and mortify me and Christian stared at me with various emotions reflecting on his face ranging from confusion, sadness, anger before settling on the final one; disgust.

"Nice to meet you," I said after Hans gave me an expectant look.

Christian just continued to stare at me and everyone was looking wondering what was going on.

"I wish I never met you." He said low enough for only two of us to hear and turned around to leave despite his father being outraged.

His words were like hot poker being shoved in my throat and I could barely feel my limbs as Hans led me inside the main house while people cheered us on. Could none of them see that I was crying? Or were they all forced to do his bidding just like me?

As soon as we were away from prying eyes his kind facade was gone. He dialed a number on his phone and left me alone. I heaved a sigh as I sat on a nearby settee.

Christian is my stepson.

Christian is my stepson.

Christian Pearson is my stepson.

How didn't I make the connection from the surname?

Why did it have to be his father of all people that saw me at that bar?

"What am I going to do?" I said as I buried my face in my hands.

"At first I told myself you had a twin." I jerked my head up as I heard his voice. He was leaning against the wall right behind me, his suit and tie looked rumpled and his tie was undone. But what gave away his drunken state was his eyes, wild and unfocused blue orbs, but despite the murderous expression, he was still gorgeous.

"Christian I-" I started and was almost glad he cut me off because I didn't even know what to say.

"But then I heard you speak and I saw the look on your face and I knew." He straightened up and took off his suit jacket as though it was getting too hot. "I knew the old pervert was trying to marry someone too young for him but . . ." He trailed off and scoffed.

"I wasn't even going to attend the wedding, but I had news and I was so happy that for a little while I forgot how much I hated my father. Do you know what the news is?"

He stopped and waited for me to reply but all I could do was try not to burst out crying and beg him to save me.

"Answer me Bella or Bianca or whatever the f**k your name is. Do you know what the news is?!" He yelled towards the end as though he couldn't control himself and I flinched.

"No Christian, I don't," I said calmly despite the inner turmoil going on with me.

"I was going to tell him I found a girl,"

My heart skipped a beat as he smiled.

"I was going to tell him how you were the most beautiful thing I ever saw, how funny and smart and kind you were."

I swallowed nervously as he continued to speak, his smile turning into a self-mocking one.

"But instead I came here and he showed me what you were; a w***e, a liar, and a gold-digging bitch." He spat at me.

I couldn't take it, I stood up and hit him across the face. How dare he when he had no idea what I was going through?

"Don't-"

I started to say but was silenced as his lips crashed into mine and he kissed me heatedly I gasped and he took the opportunity to enter my mouth, his tongue moving in angry punishing strokes, my hands went to the back of his head as I tried to kiss him back, he tasted like whiskey, sin, and wrath.

His hands started to roam and he began to hike up my wedding gown.

Somewhere in the back of my head, I acknowledged how wrong this was. My stepson fondled my breasts through my gown on the day I got married to his father while the wedding guests were out waiting for the reception.

All trains of coherent thoughts seized as he made it through the layers of clothing and found my center.

I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips as he slipped in two fingers and out in a steady rhythm I was so wet I was dripping down my thighs, as his pace got faster, my moans got louder.

"Quiet, you don't want everyone to know you're cumming for your husband's son now do you?"

His other hand which was at my waist traveled up and he slipped his hand in through the top of my gown to cup my breast. And at the same time his other hand found my spot and I fell apart in his hands.

"Ohhh ohhh, Christian." I started to scream but he quickly covered my mouth with his to muffle the sound.

After my orgasm ended he stood up and said without looking at me; "I hope you enjoyed it, you won't find better in his arms."

Before I could reply I heard footsteps coming in our direction. I quickly tried to fix my appearance while Christian just stood there looking like he fell out of a magazine cover.

"Christian, where have you been? That display with your stepmother was unacceptable." It was Hans who walked in.

For a split second, I thought he saw us just a few minutes ago but then I calmed as I realized he was talking about the wedding.

"I don't care what you deem acceptable, I'm leaving."

I wasn't sure I was happy or devastated that I wouldn't be in close proximity with him.

"You just arrived Christian, At least tell me more about the girl you mentioned." It seemed he genuinely cared for his son. I wonder what he did to make Christian hate him so much.

"There's nothing to talk about. It turns out you're right, women are either gold diggers or whores."

"What category did she fall into?" Hans prodded.

Christian looked at me maliciously before answering. "Both." He turned around and left the house and my life as well.

All the years of abuse I endured from my family couldn't have prepared me for that one word. And now it was as though I had exiled him out of his own home.

"Get ready for the reception, you look pathetic." My husband said to me, It was only after he left I let the tears flow.