Becoming My Ex's Stepmother:Father worships her

Every step felt heavier by the time she reached the elevator. Tears streamed freely down her face. The moment the doors closed, she broke down.

Downstairs, the celebration continued. No one knew... No one knew that the bride had watched her man betray her with her cousin.

Aria slipped through the exit before anyone noticed.

Cold night air hit her face.

She welcomed it. She didn't even know when she hailed a taxi that drove her to the nearest bar.

She held onto the counter, ignoring the loud music and how the people beside her were basically dry-humping each other.

"The hottest shot you got," she spoke out.

The bartender didn't question her dressing or her disoriented state. He simply gave her what she wanted without judging her.

She drank it in one go. The hotness made her throat burn, and she liked it.

She reached out to pay.

"It's on the house," the bartender said, stopping her.

"Oh."

"Yes, ma'am."

She didn't question it.

She headed to the toilet, ignoring the couple having sex by the door. She washed her face and looked at her red eyes.

She decided to take a break from the loud music. She had switched off her phone because of the constant buzzing. She had gotten calls from her best friend and her uncle, even Ethan.

She had already thrown off her engagement ring while she was in the taxi.

She looked up at the mirror and spotted a man looking at her.

She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if there was a fucking hot man behind her with a cigar, looking at her like prey.

And he was her ex father in law.

The king of business.

The CEO of Ashford Group, the company that had boycotted countless companies, enterprises, restaurants, and even people in the fashion industry.

Damien Ashford.

He was worth trillions of dollars.

"So that's how dreams die."

The deep voice behind her made her turn sharply.

She looked at her hand, traced his eyes, and quickly hid it.

Damien came several feet away, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His broad shoulders and commanding presence made him impossible to ignore.

Their eyes locked. For one strange moment, neither of them spoke.

"You know, you could sell it instead of throwing it away," he said as he handed her the ring.

His eyes widened slightly in shock.

"It wasn't worth keeping," she said, wiping her tears.

"Interesting."

"Shouldn't you be at the party with your son and his whore?"

"Why should I? When I have someone far more interesting," Damien said.

He reached out to wipe her tears.

Aria visibly relaxed and leaned into his touch for a split second before she regained herself.

She felt dizzy from the alcohol. Maybe that was why she wasn't pulling away or blushing.

The man's lips were now on hers, but one thing was for sure.

She wanted more.

"Shall we take this somewhere else?" he whispered, his hot breath fanning her face.

She nodded.

He led her down the hallway to a room behind the club.

As if reading her mind, he said, "I own this place."

He left trails of kisses on her, and she couldn't help but moan.

"Should I help you out of that pretty dress?" he asked.

He only got a nod before he zipped down her dress.

The next morning, Aria woke up with a splitting headache.

She tried to move but felt a head on her waist.

She looked down and quickly put a hand over her mouth in shock.

She tried to sneak out of the bed. I mean, who wouldn't after finding out they had slept with their ex father in law?

She tried to remove his hand from her waist, but when she tried to stand, her legs gave out.

"Did I break you?" a deep voice spoke out.

She looked back at him, smiling sheepishly.

"Good morning," she said, holding her clothes to cover her nakedness.

Damien chuckled at her cute expression.

"I will get you new clothes. Go and bathe. I need to talk to you, so don't try to run away. I have guards outside," he said in an authoritative voice.

"Yes, sir," she said before she could think.

Her face reddened.

She quickly ran toward a door she thought was the bathroom door, with the duvet wrapped around her.

"Unless you want to flash everyone outside, you will walk out," Damien's voice rang out.

Aria quickly closed the door and ran toward the other door after realizing she had gone the wrong way.

The door slammed loudly.

Damien chuckled.

Aria was having a crisis in the bathroom.

"Maybe I should start living in the bathroom because how am I supposed to face him? What do we even talk about?"

She pulled her hair.

"God, why is my life so terrible? First, my ex fucked my cousin on my fucking engagement date, and now I just had the best sex of my life with his father."

Aria panicked while remembering his touch.

She stared at the mirror, looking at the marks on her body. She hissed when she touched one.

She felt herself getting aroused at the thought. She quickly shook her head, opened the cabinet, and found an unused toothbrush in its case.

She brushed her teeth.

Her body felt relaxed under the shower. She moaned at how relaxing and clean she felt.

Finally deciding to come out, she wrapped herself in a towel she found.

She came out to find the room empty.

She spotted the dress on the bed and quietly changed into it.

She wasn't sure whether to sit there or go out.

She decided to sit down in the room.

"Sometimes losing the wrong person is the beginning of finding the right path."

She heard the voice and turned to see Damien, now dressed, opening the door and coming in.

She jumped slightly, unsure of what to say. She felt tired and numb.

"Let's have breakfast, shall we, little one?" he asked as he handed her phone to her.

She collected it, still unsure of how to feel about the nickname.

She turned it on.

Of course, her phone immediately started buzzing with text messages, missed calls, and Instagram notifications.

Her friend's call came in.

She looked at Damien as if asking for some space.

He went to sit on the couch, his eyes not leaving her.

She calmly answered the call.

"ARIA!" a voice yelled.

Aria regretted putting the phone on her ear. She pulled the phone away from her ear.

"I for sure know that you are not trying to deafen me or something."

"Where are you? I'm going to kill you!" Sophia said, still agitated.

Damien laughed quietly but stopped when Aria glared at him.

"Are you okay? I heard the news."

"What news?"

"It's all over social media. Someone must have leaked photographs."

Aria quickly looked it up.

Her story was trending at number one on X.

As expected, there were pictures of her slapping Vanessa, Vanessa and Ethan kissing, Aria crying, and many other pictures from the confrontation.

She looked at Damien, who smirked slightly.

She quickly put everything together in her head.

"I'm fine, Sophie. I will call you back later," Aria said quickly, hanging up before Sophia could speak.

She glared at the indifferent looking Damien.

"You did this".