An affair with my husband's son

Selina's POV :

I never agreed to get married to a man I don't have an idea of. I never agreed to my parents wishes, but in the next few hours, I saw myself in a white wedding dress, still with my sneakers on.

An impromptu wedding.

This man I heard is supposed to get married to my sister, and definitely not me. I could remember hours ago, my sister was having that conversation with my parents about the man she was to get married to, but what why is it now me on the Isle.

A few hours ago...

"He is a nice guy from a nice background, Nala, and I promise you, you will like him." I could hear my mother Jasmine conversing with Nala. I peeped to watch and listen to what they were saying, instead of cleaning the house as I was expected to.

Nala had her leg on the other, looking like someone who might burst in tears soon. "Why should I be the one to marry him? What about Selina? She is also old enough to get married. Why me? What offense did I commit?"

"Selina is..." Father wanted to say something, but Nala cut him off before he could.

"She is what? She is over eighteen already. Why can't she get married? Why do I have to be the one to pay for your debts?"

I heard mother sigh, and quickly I moved away.

I heard Nala is getting married to pay off my family's debts. She doesn't know the person she is getting married to, and I do felt pity for her.

Turning to peep again, I saw her standing right in front of me, glaring hard at me.

"You were eavesdropping. Who do you think you are?" She scowled angrily at me.

"I am so sorry. I shouldn't have."

"Is that an attempt to make fun of me? Oh!" She exclaimed, "I will be getting married to a strange man, while you do nothing, but peep around like a dirty rat. You sick girl!" She snapped at me.

"Sorry." I apologized again. Of course she doesn't like me, I don't know why. My parents also treat me badly, I also don't know why it is so. Crazy right?

But they are still my family, and every affair in the family should matter to me too.

"If you are truly sorry, then run along. You are not needed here, because the more I see you, the more I get angry so much that I could kill you. Scram!!" She yelled angrily, and quickly, I ran away before she could actually lay out her anger on me.

I ran to the kitchen to continue what I was doing - cleaning.

I was busy cleaning when I heard my phone ring silently in my pocket. I picked it up, and the next sound I heard was vociferous.

"Happy birthday Selina!!" I quickly took the phone away from my ear.

It's my birthday?

Putting it back, the many voices I heard brought out a smile on my face.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

They were my friends. Three of them - Paula, Erica and Lilian.

They are the only friends I have, who always got my back, and besides, I maybe have forgotten it's my birthday today. They are always the ones to remind me and greet me.

My parents? They have no clue. I even doubt they remember the month or year I was born.

Everyday has been a normal day for me.

My twentieth birthday.

I really am twenty today.

"Thanks guys."

"So, tonight? Don't tell me we are not celebrating this time."

I sighed deeply. Of course I wish to celebrate my birthday with my friends, but I can't. I have a lot of chores to do. I might also get tired when I am done with my chores. No time to think about a celebration.

I don't think I have the time to celebrate today.

"Guys, I am not..."

"You can't say no this time." I heard Lilian's voice. "We are at the front of your house already." Erica added.

Wait, what?!

I looked out the window to see them standing by the gate, waiting for me to come out.

"Seriously guys. You know my mom would never agree to this. She would lock me up."

"She won't." I heard Lilian say again. "We got your back babe."

I took away the cleaning brush, rushed out of the house to meet them, tucking my phone back into my pocket.

"Guys, I have got a lot of work to do today,"

"Common, it's your birthday." The girls moved closer to me and hugged me. "Happy birthday sweetheart."

"Thanks guys." I smiled at them, as they withdrew.

"We will explain to the woman of the house." I could hear Paula mumble while applying lipstick to her lips.

I raised my brows. "Paula, you have enough red on your lips."

"My crush lives in this street. I have to make a good impression for him to like me. I have to look classy enough for him."

Lilian hissed. "Sick."

"Common guys. We have a lot of explanations to do with her mom." The three went with me into the house.

Getting into the house, I saw Nala standing by the kitchen window, glaring at me as if I had done something so terrible that my head could go with it. Infact her glare got me terrified, almost wondering what I did wrong.

I didn't steal anything, right?

I quickly quickened my pace to go meet my friends.

They convinced mom, but it did take time before she could agree.

"But it is her birthday, ma'am." Erica explained to her.

I thought she would be surprised to hear what she said, but her expression disappointed me. So disappointed.

Her facial expression was still the same - gloomy.

"She hasn't done all her chores and besides, birthdays are for kids. Who does birthdays at this time of age, my dear? You just said she will be twenty today, and here, you wish to take her home to celebrate her birthday as if she is a kid."

"But ma'am. A girl's twentieth birthday should be an unforgettable experience for her." Lilian disagreed.

Mom frowned.

"But shouldn't that be the eighteenth birthday?"

"But you never celebrated her eighteenth birthday." Paula replied in a mumble, thinking no one would hear what she said, but I heard and smiled.

"Ma'am, if you are afraid she will be alone all by herself, then don't worry too much. We are her friends, we will take care of her." Erica assured, but it doesn't look as if she was yet convinced.

"She needs to do all the work. She hasn't even done anything properly."

"We will help her."

"You will?"

"We will?!" Paula exclaimed, shocked. I guess she is worried about her new polished nails.

"We are her friends," Erica glared at Paula who was already examining her nails, afraid of it getting ruined. "So of course, we should be able to help her with her house chores."

"Okay. As soon as she is done with her house chores, she can go wherever she wishes to go. She should be home before ten, or else, I will make sure she sleeps on the streets or perhaps Mrs London, our neighbor's house till the next morning." She threatened, without batting a lash.

I trembled slightly.

Will she really do that?

"Yes ma'am."

My friends helped me with the other house chores, before helping me with something to wear and off we went to a club.

"Your birthday is all on me!" Erica, the rich one amongst us all, yelled and they all cheered happily.

I smiled.

They are always looking up for me. They are the friends one could ever wish for. These three were the only ones who helped me those times I needed help the most.

Twelve years ago... I quickly shake my head, not to remember those horrible times.

We all went straight to the dance floor, since we don't drink, and we have never tried to. I was dancing my heart off when I felt something hard wrapped around my stomach. I felt my inside curl, cringed out.

Turning, I saw a drunk nigga dancing behind me with his right arm wrapped around my stomach.

Who the hell...

He danced, hovering behind me like a mosquito. A big smile plastered on his face, revealing his dirty set of teeth.

"Move away." I tried to push him off, looking for my friends who seem to be engrossed with the music, dancing on stage. There were crowds on the dance floor. I think that was the reason they weren't able to observe the drunk in front of me.

"Beautiful lady. You are so beautiful I could fall." He praised like an old-time asshole, his arm wrapped like an asshole he was. "Let's go dance...wait...or, let's kiss. You look delicious tonight." He crackled, turning me around like a pice of trash.

Let go of me, you drunk!

I wanted to scream, but no one would hear me.

He was stronger, I tried to push him off, but wasn't budging. He held me tightly, trying to have his dirty mouth on mine.

Suddenly, I saw him pulled off, thrown on the floor like a piece of rag.

I saw a silhouette of a man, standing in front of me. He was guarding me away from him.

His broad shoulders stood right in front of me, his dark coat I could see, but not his face.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The drunk snapped at the man, nursing the cut on his forehead. I can't see his expression, but the drunk sure was upset for what he just did.

"Go away."

"And who are you?!" He thundered back, drifting all attention to him, then my friends ran to me.

"What's happening?" Erica asked, staring at the man and the drunk.

"Here." The man in front of me threw a bundle of dollars at him, and quickly, he caught it like a cheap he was, before fleeing happily.

He turned around to look at me.

What the fuck!

Standing in front of me was this extremely fucking handsome guy.

Good gracious!

Quite tall and extremely handsome. His dark charcoal eyes glimmering at mine, even in the dark. It felt so much that I have been sucked into the dark hold of his eyes, and his dark hair, If I could run my fingers into it as he thrusts into me.

Gosh, I can't believe I am starting to think dirty.

"Are you okay?"

Instead of replying, I stood still smiling widely at him like a psychopath.

"Handsome, right?" Paula whispered to my ear, and slowly I nodded.

"You should be careful next time, miss." He added, smiling back at me. I nodded back at him as he walked away leaving me lovestruck.

Oh no! A real crush.

My friends were also caught staring and giggling as he walked away.

"Damn it girl!" Erica snapped bluntly. "You should have asked for his number. The dude is as tall as a hunk."

"Um," I quickly shook the dirty thoughts off my mind. I was already thinking about running my cold hands around his back, planning to... "I don't think we should talk like that?" I turned to look at them, "And where were you guys?"

"Dancing our chills out, of course. It's your birthday."

"Shouldn't I be the one dancing the chills out? But instead I was the one who got arrested by a drunk man, saved by that handsome hunk of a dude." Great, I am starting to fantasize about him again.

Of course, I couldn't agree-less the guy who saved me was a hunk. A darn handsome hunk.

"That's good then," Lilian's tone got higher than before. "On your twentieth birthday, you got saved by a handsome hunk. Normally, said by the gods, it's a good omen. I'm very sure you are gonna have a nice guy who is gonna take you out of that tight burden you call home."

I raised my brows, "Really?"

"Okay, common. Enough of the hunk or whatever. Let's go party!"

"Yeah!!" We all cheered together.

I got home that night to meet the whole family seated in the living room. They seemed engrossed in having an intense conversation before I walked in, because the whole room somehow felt heavy. Nobody was smiling.

Should I go out or stay? It was really getting uncomfortable.

I looked at them all, wondering what was wrong.

"Oh, there she is. Finally." That was Nala. "I hope you enjoyed the party today." She teased. But her glare was saying otherwise. It was murderous.

"Mom, what is wrong?" I asked, still standing.

Father called instead. "Selena?"

"FATHER?"

They were quite hesitant, stared at me for a while before saying, "You are getting married tomorrow."

Okay?

I stared are them all wondering what they meant by that. I was a little bit confused by what they actually meant. Wasn't Nala the one getting married? What does this have to do with me?

"Married?"

"Get ready tomorrow. Your wedding gown will be delivered to you tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, the driver will take you to church." Mom stood up. "Happy birthday sweetheart." Mom concluded before heading upstairs.

Nala sneered at me before leaving, while father looked at me one more time before leaving with mother.

Though, I was still confused.

This must be a joke. A funny joke which I was Infact, laughing.

"Ahahahahah!"

But it seemed not to be a joke.

The next morning, my door was being banged hard, and hurriedly I got out of the bed to get it, only to see whom I never expected this early morning.

Mom holding a white box.

She hurriedly walked into my room.

"We don't have much time at hand, Selena. You have to wear this."

I stared at her, wondering what she meant.

"What are you doing standing? Go take a bath already. We can't keep the Fernandez waiting."

But who the hell is the Fernandez?

Is he or she a client from the company?

But I thought she wouldn't be going over to the company until a few days after Nala gets married to her fiance? I thought that's how it works.

Perhaps it was more important than the wedding. That's what I thought.

I went to the bathroom to take a short bath, went to meet my mother who was placing a strange white gown on the bed.

I stood by the bathroom, stared at the gown, then at her.

That's a wedding gown. I have attended so many weddings with mom, and of course, I can recognize a wedding dress very well.

The dress doesn't look my size. I am short, it should be for Nala.

"Common now. Do not keep waiting there doing nothing."

I was still lost.

I went to meet her, picked up the gown. "Mom, this is Nala's dress."

"Of course, but we already told you last night. Nala isn't getting married, you are, and you are also getting married in the next few minutes. Exciting, right? Common"

I felt my world being crushed the minute I heard that.

Married?!

"What are you doing there standing?!" She drew my hand, trying to take off my towel, but I held it firmly. "Wasn't Nala the one who is supposed to get married? Why me?" I was staring at her, unbelievably.

"I just told you Nala isn't getting married, you are! And besides, we already discussed this with you yesterday. Stop acting as if you are just hearing it now. Now, wear your undies and get prepared."

So it was real.

"No!!!" I yelled at her. "I am getting married to one one. Why should I get married to a man I have never met before?" I disagreed with her. I actually thought it was a joke until,

She slapped me hard across my cheeks. "Shut up! You will get married to the Fernandez's son. You have no right to say NO to my orders. Is that clear?!!"

I held my cheeks, as tears flowed out like water.

She threw a glare at me, picked up the dress and threw it at me.

She forced me to wear the dress, and made me put on a pair of sneakers since I had no shoes.

*

The church in front of me.

I sat still, staring at the church ahead.

How come this is happening to me?

The instant I got out of the car, towards the church, I felt the whole world crumbling on my head.

I am actually getting married to the man I have never met before in my entire life. I don't even know his name or know if he is an old wrenched man. All I know is that my life is really getting destroyed.

There were people in the church, just a few or less than ten, including the priest. They all had their eyes locked on mine as I walked down the Aisle gently.

I saw Nala also seated with them, smiling widely at me.

I really will be getting married to the man I have never met in my life before.

I stood by the spot the man standing by the pastor led me to.

Scanning the people seated, I stole a glance at my mom. She was smiling so widely that I could clearly see her white teeth.

She is happy.

And my dad, he wasn't smiling, nor could I read his facial expression.

It was strange.

The door to the church burst open, A man stepped in.

He was the only one who stepped in before the door closed.

He was different. Well, he had that appearance that made him stand out in the church. He was fair, with beards all around his chin. His brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his toned face. I could see the hint of frustration and unsatisfaction in his eyes, which disappeared as soon as it showed. And overall, he doesn't look innocent.

He stood right beside me, a smile overtook his face as he grabbed my hand. He placed his lips at the back of my hand. Lifting his head up to look at my face, I quickly withdrew my hand, irritated with his stare.

Should I run away? Far away from here?

I felt hopeless.

Every eye was on me. Some were smiling, some with a natural expression - I couldn't read their faces, while some had a grin on her faces - Nala and her friends.

I wasn't listening to the priest, until when the vows was recited.

"For better or worse...for rich, for poorer, till we grow older...."

The fuck! He is already an old man!

He inserted the ring into my finger, but I was hesitant to do the same. My hand was shaking nervously, holding the ring.

He was still smiling at me, waiting for me to insert the ring into his finger.

All eyes were on me too, waiting for me to do it.

"Darling?"

At last, I did it. I inserted the ring into his finger.

"Kiss the bride!!" I could hear a loud shout from the small people in the church.

It was Nala.

"Kiss the bride! Common, don't be shy!"

"Common darling." He took a hold of my chin, and at that instant my lips touched his, I quickly withdrew from him, holding the urge to hit him across the face.

Everyone stood on their feet, clapping for us.

My life is doomed. Selena is over.