My Mother's Husband Is My Sugar daddy

Chapter 14

The Confrontations

Luci had always cherished the harmony of her home. She never expected to find herself observing her daughter so sharply, watching the way Adriana leaned too close when talking to Francis, her steps light and deliberate when she walked into the room. It was subtle, at first. Just a mother’s instinct twitching quietly beneath the surface. But that morning, as she stepped into the kitchen and found Adriana perched on the counter in a satin robe, her legs crossed with careful carelessness, giggling at something Francis had said, something mundane, Luci couldn't ignore it anymore.

She had no suspicion of her daughter's obsession; she would not even think of her girl in that light. She loved her daughter and trusted her husband a lot. But she feels that her daughter should maintain a safe relationship with her stepfather.

As she walked into the kitchen that morning, she found Francis stirring his coffee, he offered her a calm smile. “Morning, my love.”

Adriana turned. "Mum, Francis makes the best coffee. He should totally open a cafe."

Luci raised a brow. “Adriana, baby, it’s Saturday morning. Maybe try something a little more decent?” Her voice was measured, but the undertone was clear.

Adriana slid off the counter slowly. “It’s just a robe, Mum. Chill.”

Luci looked at Francis, who was now conveniently engrossed in pouring his coffee. She didn't suspect him of anything, not consciously. But with Adriana, she could tell that something was changing.

Later that afternoon, Luci sat on the edge of Adriana’s bed, her hands were folded slightly, and her voice was steady.

“Baby, we need to talk.”

Adriana was lying on her stomach on her bed, scrolling through her phone, and she barely looked up.

“Adriana, darling, can we talk about your dress? You know you're now a grown woman; you are no longer the little baby girl running around the house with her panties. And now there's a man in the house, could you try to dress a little more appropriately around him?” Luci said.

Adriana blinked, slowly and exaggeratedly. “What are you talking about now?”

“The way you act around Francis, it’s... inappropriate, my love.”

That got her attention. Adriana sat up straight, a smirk forming. “Wow, so now I’m a problem in your perfect little marriage?”

Luci frowned. “Come on, my love, don’t twist my words, all I’m asking for is basic decency.”

“Basic decency? Or are you just projecting?” Adriana stood up, facing her mother. “You’re barely even around anymore. You’re always with him, you think I don’t notice? You were the same person forcing me to accept him as my father, now that I have slowly come to terms with him, you're jealous?”

“Jealous? No, that’s not true.”

Adriana laughed bitterly. “It is. Ever since Francis came into the picture, you’ve become distracted. I’m just here watching you build a new life that doesn’t have space for me. And now a little bonding with your man brings you preaching decency to me”

Luci’s breath caught. “That’s not fair, my love, I have sacrificed everything for you, everything I’ve done has been for you.”

“Then maybe you should start acting like it.”

Later that evening, Francis found Adriana in the garden. She was pacing, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

“Hey,” he said gently.

She didn’t stop pacing.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she snapped, then immediately sighed. “Sorry, it's just... It’s been one heck of a day.”

Francis walked closer, careful with each step. “I spoke to your mom, she’s just concerned.”

“Of course, that's what she does best, she’s always concerned, concerned when I was quiet, concerned when I smile too much, concerned now that I finally found someone who actually pays attention to me.”

He blinked. “Adriana, we're your parents, and we love you.”

She turned to him, her gaze cutting through the darkening garden. “And yet, you’re the only one who notices when I’m upset. Who talks to me like I matter?”

“That’s not true, your mother cares, you know how busy she is lately with her work”

She stepped closer. “Do you know how lonely it gets in that house? You give her everything. Smiles, warmth, laughter, I see it. I used to get that from her. But now, she barely looks at me.”

“Adriana, this isn’t fair. I care about you. We both do.”

“But you look at me too,” she whispered.

His body stiffened. “I look at you because I care. Because you’re important to us, and I promise we will do better at being the perfect parents you deserve.”

She kept quiet for a while, then stepped even closer.

“Is that all there is?”

Francis took a step back, his heart was thundering. He had never crossed a line, not once. But the moment lingered, her breath close, her gaze challenging.

“You should go inside,” he said quietly.

Adriana’s lips curled slightly, not in victory, but in something darker. “Right, of course.”

As she turned and walked back toward the house, Francis stood rooted to the spot, shaken. What had just happened?

And somewhere inside her room, Adriana smiled bitterly at her reflection. The confusion, the tension, and the power of being seen were intoxicating.

But what she didn’t know was that the game she was playing could unravel everything they had built.

And Luci, still unaware of the full storm brewing, sat alone on her bed that night, holding Adriana’s picture, wondering what exactly had changed between her and the girl she had once carried on her hip.

The door creaked open, and Francis strode in. She quickly wiped the tear from her face.

“My love, don't do that.” He said, sitting close to her and wrapping her in his arms.

“Do what?” She asked softly, almost in sobs.

“I see you, Luci, I see your struggles, your pain, your heartbreaks, you don't have to hide your pain from me. I am your husband. I'm sorry this is happening, but trust me, it is just a teenage girl trying to find herself. Please give her time, she will come around. And maybe we can work on giving her more attention, together.

Luci hugged him and stayed in his arms. She felt a bit of relief in that moment.

Adriana tiptoed back to her room, where she had been eavesdropping on their conversation. Back in her room, she smirked, “I will take him away from you, mother, whatever it takes.”