Mated To The Fairy Princess

Dad's concubine

Mark's POV

Few days had passed and the important visitor dad talked about never showed up. And just when I less expected it, I returned home from work to meet the worst scenario of my life.

I saw a woman seated on the sofa, watching television, laughing in excitement and eating popcorn. I was so tired to question her identity so I dragged my tired feet upstairs with Luna scurrying along but a voice stopped me.

"Hey son. Welcome home. Why weren't you picking any of my calls?" Dad queried.

I let out a sigh and turned to him. "I was busy with some meetings. Why? You wanted to tell me something?"

He paused. He studied me for a moment, probably thinking if he could believe my words. Finally, when he seemed to be satisfied. "Yes, I wanted to introduce you to someone"

He beckoned on the woman which was the same age with my dead mum or probably a bit younger than her. And for some strange reasons, I felt uncomfortable.

"Sarah meet Dave my son, Dave meet Sarah - your stepmom" Dad introduced.

" Hi" I greeted, indifferently. I wasn't surprised because I was already aware of his infidelity. He cheated on mum with another woman, when mum found out she was really hurt but surprisingly, refused to divorce him because of how much she loved him.

This is the reason why I am always cold towards him. Although I still care about him as my dad because that was what my mum wanted but deep in my heart, I don't think we can ever go back to how close we were.

I made to leave when dad dropped the bombshell " She will be staying with us from now onwards and her son will join later"

An invisible knife immediately stabbed my heart and twisted it. I gasped at the pain as my hand gripped my chest tightly. I froze, my feet rooted to the spot as the long forgotten memories came rushing in like a flood. I didn't know how long I stood there, maybe 10 seconds, 10 minutes. It took some time for me to find my voice.

I burst out laughing. "You're really good with jokes". I stopped laughing when I noticed that he wasn't laughing.

"Wait. It isn't a joke?" I exclaimed with widened eyes.

"Does it sound like one?. I'm serious"

I laughed dryly again. It felt as if I was hallucinating. "You mean, you brought your concubine home? Are you kidding me? That will never happen, both she and her son is not welcomed here" I said through gritted teeth.

" This is my house and I have the final say here. Sarah is staying here with us and there is nothing you nor anyone can do about it" Dad said with finality in his voice.

I clenched my fist. " You just proved my mum wrong. She kept on telling me that you are a nice person and all that but she was wrong. You're a selfish man and you only care about yourself. I don't think you deserve to be called a father" I growled.

"I'm your father young man and you have no right to speak to me in such manner" He yelled with a hard slap across my face. Sarah hurried forward and held unto him, I could see a smirk on her face.

I gasped as I stared blankly at the monster standing before me. Is this the man that I have always referred to as my father? No. This can't be. I slowly retraced my steps backwards.

" I hate you" I spat out hatefully as I turned and ran. I didn't bother changing my corporate wear, I just ran out of the building. My eyes blurred and I couldn't tell who it was, I just passed but it didn't matter.

I thought I heard someone call out my name but I didn't stop. My feet wouldn't let me stop. I ran down the street. I couldn't tell how many buildings I ran past but finally my tired legs stopped. It was my favorite garden which had a pond at it's end. I usually come here whenever I am sad.

I crumbled to the floor as I started sobbing. Why is my life so messed up? Why did mum have to get married to that man and forced on me the curse of having such a person as my father. Mum made me promise her that I will never stop addressing him as my father and I regret ever giving her my consent.

When I got sick and tired of the environment, I found my way back home. I needed my room, I needed the solace. I quietly got up to my room and slumped to the floor. I brought out my mum's picture from my wallet and finally let out the pains I have holding in for years. Mum died few days after her birthday. No matter how the police tried to make it sound like a natural death, I knew it was much more than the eyes met.

She was murdered. Dad just did a few investigations and without getting a tangible result, he gave up and forced me to do same. Why should he care when he has finally gotten rid of the stumbling block to his relationship with his concubine.

I cried the more until my voice was cracked. They sounded ragged and broken even to my own ears.

After a while, my eyes hurt so much that I couldn't cry anymore. They were so puffy that I didn't think they will go down for days. I fell on the bed as I stared at the ceiling.

Suddenly, my body felt all the abuses it had received from me since morning. My legs hurt from all the running, my eyes hurts from all the crying, my head hurts from all the thinking. I closed my eyes to give my mental and physical state a rest.