My Husband's Son- My Darkest Obsession

The splendid chandelier illuminated the Lancaster estate with a golden glow, its rays highlighting the spotless marble floors. Each corner of the mansion showcases excellence, featuring captivating paintings adorning the walls, spotless mahogany tables that remain unblemished, and the soft scent of roses from freshly arranged bouquets permeating the air. Nevertheless, despite its luxury, the house felt more like a prison than a genuine home. Scarlett's heels echoed on the chilly floor as she walked down the hallway, the weight of her existence pressing heavily on her. She should have felt grateful, or at least secure, but in truth, she felt confined. This wasn’t the type of life she had hoped for—certainly not the marital bond she had envisioned. Her fingers unconsciously brushed through the diamond ring on her left hand, reminding her of the deal she had made with the devil. She married Edward Lancaster due to necessity, not love. At twenty-four, she ought to have been pursuing her dreams, creating a future with someone who made her soul lights up with excitement. Instead, she had exchanged her freedom for a contract in a marriage that rescued her father but got her shattered in the end. Thoughts of her wedding day flooded her memory—the exquisite lace gown, the whispers of awe, the constant snaps of cameras as she walked down the aisle toward a man who was old enough to be her father. She had smiled largely for the photographers, but inwardly, she had been screaming for help. Edward performed his part skillfully, enchanting their visitors with effortless charm and thoughtfully displayed warmth. He had given hollow assurances, guaranteeing her that financial concerns would never trouble her again. What he had not revealed to her was that she must exchange her soul for comfort. One year into the marriage, the illusion had fully dissolved. As Scarlett rounded a corner, she encountered Winnie Lancaster, the youngest child of Edward. Winnie who was just a year younger than Scarlett, looked at her with the same contempt she always expressed. Arms folded, fingers drumming on her elbow, her mouth twisted into a self-satisfied grin. "You’re awake early," Winnie said with sarcasm evident in each word. Scarlett had realized long ago that regardless of her actions, Winnie would always get a chance to demean her. "Is there an issue?" she inquired calmly. "Absolutely not." Winnie's gaze filled with malice. “I can’t help but ask, what’s it like to be an elevated gold digger? Do you truly care for my father, or are you merely waiting for the moment to collect?" Scarlett tightened her jaw, denying Winnie the pleasure of witnessing a reaction. "I got married to Edward because I had no choice, I may not enjoy it, but I will value it". She finally stated, voice shivering yet resolute. Winnie laughed derisively. "Value?" You're merely a youthful, ornamental spouse, Scarlett. Believe me, you won't endure for long." With that, Winnie pivoted and strolled off, leaving Scarlett behind, her heart racing in her chest. She breathed out quickly, suppressing her annoyance. This was merely another struggle in the fight she had been waging since the moment she uttered "I do." ************************************************ As evening approached, Scarlett had almost managed to persuade herself to disregard Winnie’s statements. She had more urgent concerns to deal with such as the reality that her husband hadn’t returned home in two days. In the softly illuminated living room, she focused on her phone, holding it more firmly as she read Edward's final text. “Business trip. Don’t stay awake.” Scarlett understood better. Right from the beginning, she understood who Edward was, a person who claimed what he desired, whenever he chose. His riches and influence rendered him invulnerable. He could deceive, swindle, and toss aside women as if they were insignificant. And what about her? She was merely another accessory in his assortment. The idea caused her stomach to twist. The unexpected ring of her phone interrupted her contemplation. It was her mom. Scarlett replied immediately. "Mother?" "Darling, how have you been?" Her mother's soft voice carried a trace of concern. "Today your father experienced another episode, though the physicians indicate that he’s in a stable condition, yet..." Scarlett shut her eyes, putting her fingers on her temple. "What is the cost of the hospital bill?” She inquired. "I do not wish to burden you, my dear. However... it's greater than it was previously.” Scarlett took a deep breath. She could not allow herself to waver. "I will handle it." She consistently did. After finishing the call, she placed her phone down, fatigue enveloping her. She had given up everything for this marriage, for her father's well-being. But what had it actually cost her? Her joy? Her self-respect? Her entire essence? The noise of the front door being unlocked broke her from her deep thoughts. She stood tall as Edward walked in, his suit sharp, his face unpredictable. He hardly glanced at her as he placed his briefcase down. "You're late," she remarked, maintaining a calm tone. Edward averted his gaze from her. "I told you not to stay awake." Scarlett clenched her hands into fists. "Where did you go?" At last, he looked at her, his expression lacking any feeling. "Should I remind you of your position, Scarlett?" Her heart raced. "I'm your wife". She stated. "You’re my duty," he corrected, serving himself a drink. "As long as you fulfill your role, you’ll possess everything you require, However, don’t confuse this with love, Scarlett." He said as he drank leisurely. "Have you ever actually attempted to be loyal?" she inquired softly. Edward grinned slyly above the edge of his glass. "You're inquiring about the wrong things, my dear." Her heart broke. She had dedicated a year to pretending, yearning, attempting to salvage a life that was never intended for her. Yet this evening, while she looked at the man who had taken away all that she possessed, a single thought ignited in her mind. She was unable to continue with this. She wanted an escape. Although it was only for a short time. Even if it required seeking comfort in the embrace of someone unfamiliar. And in an instant, temptation settled in.