My Bastard Replacement Husband

The day Ciara had been waiting for so long had finally arrived. It was a special day, a day that witnessed how sweet memories were engraved in her and Jorge's relationship. Ciara looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling at herself, who looked very radiant. A beautiful face with elegant makeup made Ciara even more charming; today, Ciara would marry her lover Jorge. Just imagining it made Ciara feel happy.

"Ciara."

Ciara's reverie was instantly broken when she felt a hand touch her shoulder gently. From the reflection of the mirror, it was clear that Monica was standing behind her. Monica was Ciara's mother; she was a gentle and kind woman, just like Ciara. That made Ciara smile. She turned her body to face her mother, who was now smiling at her.

"You look so happy, Ciara."

Ciara just chuckled in response, and then she hugged her mother affectionately. "I really love you."

"Mommy loves you too." Monica gently stroked the top of Ciara's head.

"Let's go down; everyone is waiting for you," Monica said, inviting Ciara to go down.

Ciara nodded her head, and once again she looked at herself in the mirror. A big smile was perfectly engraved on Ciara's face, along with a luxurious white dress perfectly attached to her body. She was like an angel who had just descended from heaven.

Just as they were about to go down to the event hall, Jorge's parents suddenly walked into Ciara's room. Ciara frowned when she saw the look on her future in-laws' faces, not the smile of happiness they showed. Instead, they looked like someone who was worried. Suddenly, Ciara immediately stood up to Hendrik and Ayunda, who were Jorge's parents, followed by Monica from behind.

"Auntie, uncle. What's wrong? Why do you look worried?" Ciara asked to the point.

Jorge's mother Ayunda's eyes began to glaze over, her hand gently caressing the top of Ciara's head with affection. She took a deep breath before opening her voice. "Ciara, Jorge isn't here yet," she said, looking into Ciara's eyes intently.

Ciara furrowed her brow; she did not understand the meaning of Ayunda's words. "What do you mean, auntie? Jorge must be coming soon; we'll just wait," Ciara said with a simple smile.

"We don't know if Jorge will come or not." Suddenly, Hendrik, Jorge's father, opened his voice.

"What does that mean?" said Monica, confused.

"Jorge disappeared; there is no news; even everyone has been looking for him but has still not found him," said Adnan, Ciara's father, who suddenly appeared from the doorway.

Ciara froze in place, and slowly the clear liquid in her eyes fell without permission. Her chest felt tight as if it were crushed by thousands of irons. Ciara shook her head. She couldn't take her father's words at face value, so Ciara ran to the dressing table to pick up the flat object there. Her hands were busy looking for Jorge's number and calling him. She repeatedly called Jorge, but there was no answer.

Ciara slammed the cell phone in her hand. Anxiety, disappointment, and sadness mixed together. "Jorge, where are you?" Ciara muttered, shaking her shoulders.

"Ciara." Monica approached the child and hugged her tightly.

Ciara looked up at Monica, her eyes already puffy and her nose red from crying. "Mom, is my marriage going to be canceled?" Ciara asked with a sob.

"No sa-"

"The wedding must continue," Hendrik interrupted Monica's words.

Everyone who was there simultaneously looked at Hendrik, especially Ciara, who looked confused by Hendrik's answer. Ciara wiped her tears harshly; her heart was like being played here.

"What does that mean? Jorge hasn't been in touch, and that means the wedding is canceled, right?"

"We don't want to suffer the embarrassment of canceling this important event when so many guests have already arrived," Hendrik replied with a serious look on his face.

"What do you mean, Hendrik? Who will replace Jorge?" Adnan, who had been silent, now began to speak up.

Ceklek...

Someone entered the room at the same time as Adnan's question, and at that moment, Hendrik pointed to that person. "Edward will replace Jorge," he said firmly.

Edward, who had just entered, looked confused, looking at his father. What was this? He had just been called there and immediately appointed to replace his younger brother? It was ridiculous.

"Papa! What does this mean? Why should I?" Edward refused, looking away.

"This is for the sake of our good name; if this wedding is canceled, we will also bear the shame!" threatened Hendrik.

Edward was silent. He looked at Ciara with a sad gaze. Edward knew that Jorge was rumored to be missing; after all, Edward was Jorge's older brother. He might also feel sad because his younger brother suddenly disappeared.

"Edward, you are Jorge's older brother. You have to want to marry Ciara if you don't want our family to feel embarrassed because of Jorge's actions," Hendrik said, patting Edward's shoulder.

Edward was still silent. He looked at Ciara, who seemed to be crying. Let me not have the heart to see it; after all, Edward was close to Jorge and Ciara while still in college. But replacing Jorge as Ciara's husband was something Edward had never imagined.

"What does that mean? I don't want to! I want Jorge!" Ciara shouted, standing her ground.

The atmosphere there was suddenly quiet; the two families were discussing the decision to be made. While Ciara was still trying to contact Jorge, there was no answer at all.

"I don't want to marry Edward, papa! I want Jorge! Shall we postpone the wedding until Jorge returns?" Ciara was still trying to convince her parents to reject Hendrik's decision.

Adnan, the head of household in Ciara's family, was thinking. Adnan and Hendrik were quite famous businessmen, so it was only natural that they didn't want to be embarrassed and didn't want their names to be tainted because their children were canceled.

"Ciara will marry Edward," Adnan said, making a decision.

"Papa!" That made Ciara cry again at her father's decision.

"Edward! Don't you want to marry me? Edward, answer!" Ciara approached Edward; she pulled Edward's hand several times.

Edward was still silent. He looked at his father and mother, then said, "Papa, Momy. Do I have to marry Ciara? How will Jorge feel?"

"Jorge has already embarrassed our family by not coming to his wedding day; why think about him?" said an emotional Hendrik, then he said again, "If you don't want to, I will destroy your company."

His company was important to Edward, especially since Edward himself had developed the company from scratch. Edward's hands clenched into fists, his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman in the white dress there. He looked at Ciara with a sad gaze.

"Okay, Edward will!" Edward replied briefly, then chose to leave the room. Before Edward actually left, she had time to smile crookedly back at all of them.

After a few minutes of discussion between the families, the wedding finally went ahead. Although initially Ciara also refused to marry Edward, because of the persuasion of her parents, Ciara finally decided to follow all their words.

It was very hard for Ciara to marry someone she didn't love at all; no one understood her feelings at that time. Ciara's heart seemed to be a toy for them; she was very disappointed with Jorge, who suddenly disappeared somewhere.

"Honey, now you are officially Edward's wife," Monica said while hugging her tightly.

After the wedding procession was over, Ciara cried in her mother's arms. Maybe other people thought Ciara was crying because she was happy, but in fact she was crying out of sadness. In the marriage that was supposed to bring happiness, instead, there were only tears of sadness.

"Moms! Will my marriage be okay later? There is no love between me and Edward," Ciara asked with shaking shoulders. Sobs were heard again.

Monica cupped both of Ciara's cheeks, kissing her daughter's forehead affectionately. "You guys will be fine; mom is sure Edward is a good boy. He's Jorge's older brother, and you know him too," she replied with a simple smile.

Edward smiled at Ciara; he didn't expect to be married suddenly to his sister's boyfriend. What could be done?

"Moms, can I talk to Ciara for a moment?" Edward asked politely with a sweet smile on his face.

"Yes, you can chat first. I want to meet the guests first," Monica replied, patting Edward's shoulder before leaving there. She was a little calm, even though Edward was married to Ciara. Because Edward is famous for being kind, although sometimes cold and ignorant.

After Monica left, Edward pulled Ciara's hand gently. "Come with me for a moment," he said, pulling Ciara's wrist.

Ciara rebelled against Edward's treatment, trying to release Edward's hand grip. "Let go of me! Why did you accept this marriage? Why didn't you refuse?" She said it irritably.

Edward stopped after taking Ciara away from her family, releasing his grip on her hand, and then replied, "How can you refuse their orders? Didn't you hear that Papa will destroy my company if I don't?"

"But I don't want to marry you, Edward," Ciara said pleadingly.

Edward let out a long sigh. "I know, I'm sorry, but I really can't refuse," he said, looking at Ciara.

While Ciara closed her eyes and said, "It's okay, we'll get a divorce soon,"

"Divorced?" Edward raised one eyebrow.

Ciara nodded. She decided to divorce after a few months of marriage with Edward. Indeed, Ciara still hoped for Jorge to return.

"Alright, but I have one condition."

"What?" asked Ciara, frowning.

"We'll divorce after Jorge comes back; before that..." Edward stopped her words for a moment. She grasped Ciara's hand and said, "Please give me a chance to make you fall in love with me."

Ciara was silent; she didn't understand why Edward wanted to make her fall in love. Ciara let go of Edward's hand. "Okay, it's up to you. But the point is, I don't want to be with you forever, Edward. Because I don't love you." She said with a faint smile, then waltzed away from there, leaving Edward behind.

"Let's see, will Jorge come back?" Edward said while looking at Ciara, who was slowly moving away.

***

Several hours passed; it was already 23:00 at night. The wedding had just ended, and all the invited guests had returned to their respective homes. Only the families of the two brides and grooms were left.

"Edward! Are you going to take Ciara to your own house after this or to Daddy and Mommy's house?" asked Ayunda-Edward's mother, who was sitting next to Ciara.

"We'll just go straight to my house," replied Edward while sipping a cup of coffee casually.

While Ciara could only remain silent, her mind was only on Jorge. Not knowing where her lover had gone, Ciara's heart seemed numb. She could not accept that Jorge had left her for no reason.

"Ciara? How are you?" asked Ayunda, turning to look at Ciara. While Ciara remained silent, there was no response from her.

"Ciara?" called Monica, tapping the princess on the shoulder.

Ciara gasped, her reverie broken instantly. She turned to look at Monica with a confused look on her face. "What's wrong, Mommy?" She asked, scratching the nape of her neck, which was not itchy.

Monica smiled; she knew exactly how Ciara felt right now. But everything was already done, wasn't it? There was no going back. "Edward wants to take you to live in his own house, dear," she replied, gently caressing the top of Ciara's head.

Ciara nodded slowly, forcing a smile. "Yes, I agree."

After that brief conversation, there was silence again. Before Adnan opened his voice again, "Edward! It looks like Ciara is tired; you guys should go home first," Adnan said.

Edward nodded and moved towards Ciara; the two of them walked hand in hand towards the exit. She was followed by her family from behind. Arriving at the front, Ciara and Edward said goodbye. Ciara shed her tears again while hugging her mother. For the sake of her father and mother, she wanted to sacrifice her heart and marry Edward.

"We say goodbye," Edward said briefly before getting into the car. He was indeed a cold type of man and did not talk much.

"Be careful!"

***

Ciara didn't expect anything from her marriage with Edward. What would happen next? Ciara could only surrender and accept Edward as her husband. Although forgetting Jorge was very difficult for her, especially since Jorge hadn't been found yet, Like this time, Ciara was resignedly ordered by Edward to unload Edward's belongings in the trunk. Like Edward's decision earlier, he took Ciara to his private home.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Edward's house. The house was not too big, but it looked minimalist and elegant; it still seemed luxurious to the house. Edward got out of the car, then opened Ciara's door and let her out. Edward carried all the suitcases inside himself.

"Let me help!" Ciara was about to pull one suitcase, but Edward refused.

Edward smiled faintly and patted Ciara's head lightly as she said, "No, let me do it. You must be tired."

That made Ciara silent, and Edward's treatment made her remember Jorge, who often patted her head. But Ciara could only smile, remembering that Jorge left without giving her any news.

"Miss Ciara? Are you Mr. Edward's wife?" asked an old woman who had just approached Ciara.

Ciara just nodded awkwardly in response; she didn't know what else to say. Because the place was very unfamiliar to her.

"I'm Diah, the housekeeper here," she smiled, taking over the suitcase in Edward's hand as she said, "I'll take care of it, Mr. Edward."

"No, let me. You can take my wife inside," Edward said kindly. He then stepped away towards his room with two suitcases in his hand.

"Come, please." Diah invited Ciara to come inside. They both went inside, and Diah showed Ciara the location of several rooms. Not forgetting after that, Diah escorted Ciara to the top floor, more precisely to Edward's room.

"This is Mr. Edward's room, and it will be Miss Ciara's room too," Diah said with a smile.

Ciara could only smile because she didn't know how to react; she was just confused. How could she be in the same room with Edward?

"Yes, thank you," Ciara said kindly, after which Diah went down to the kitchen, leaving Ciara still at the door.

It wasn't long before Ciara opened the door knob of Edward's room softly. The door opened to reveal a white-gray room. Ciara's eyes swept across the room; she did not find the man who had become her husband. But the sound of water splashing could be heard from the bathroom. Ciara was sure that Edward was taking a shower right now.

Ciara breathed a sigh of relief, then stepped inside, dragging the two suitcases in her hands. Carrying them to the glass cabinet located in the corner of the room, Ciara sat on the floor and began to unpack the suitcases and put the clothes and items in their proper places.

"Huft. That sucks! I was supposed to marry Jorge, but now I have to marry Edward instead." Ciara grumbled endlessly, not feeling her tears fall without permission. Remembering Jorge disappearing just like that made Ciara feel sad.

Ceklekk...

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ciara reflexively turned her head to look at the source of the sound. Her eyes immediately bulged when she saw Edward coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Edward's sispex belly made Ciara swallow her saliva with difficulty.

"Oh my!" Ciara screeched while covering her eyes with both palms.

"Oh my!" squealed Ciara as she covered her eyes with both palms.

"Why are you covering your eyes?" asked Edward with an innocent look.

Was Edward crazy? Of course, Ciara was not ready to see a sight she had never seen before. Even though Edward was now her husband, Ciara still did not expect to be married to Edward.

"No," she replied briefly, looking away.

Edward chuckled, stepping closer to Ciara with a smile that was hard to interpret. His eyes searched Ciara's body from top to bottom.

While Ciara did not care about Edward, she continued to put the clothes into the cupboard. Ciara had difficulty putting the clothes on the top shelf, but unexpectedly, someone stood right behind her. Helping her put the clothes down-who else if not Edward?

Ciara's heart really beat faster; how could it not? The two of them were very close now, Edward's chest pressing against Ciara's back.

"If you need help, say so," Edward whispered right in Ciara's ear.

Ciara gasped, shuddering, as Edward's breath hit her neck. She immediately turned around and gently pushed Edward's body away from her. "I-iya, thanks," she said as she was about to walk away.

But her steps were halted as Edward suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. "Where are you going, hm?"

"Let go of me; I want to go!" Ciara continued to rebel, looking at Edward with a scared gaze.

While Edward sighed, he said, "Do you really not consider me a husband? You can't accept me, can you?"

Ciara lowered her head, not knowing why she felt guilty about Edward. Ciara did not hate Edward; it was just that her heart still belonged to Jorge. Ciara still hoped that Jorge would return to her.

"No, Edward, I just..."

"Then serve me as your husband."

"I'm not ready; what if Jorge comes back after this? I don't want to betray him, I-I--"

Brakk...

Edward punched the cupboard behind Ciara, gripping Ciara's arm tightly. Ciara could not run and could not move at all. Not knowing why Edward instantly became angry at Ciara's words, it surprised Ciara.

"Don't ever mention Jorge's name when you're with me, Ciara! I am now your husband, so I have full rights over you." Edward spoke softly but emphasized every word. Her hand gently caressed Ciara's cheek.

"But Al--"

Mphhhhh...

Without further ado, Edward silenced Ciara's mouth with her mouth. What was originally just sticking, but a second later became hotter. While Ciara could only cry trying to rebel, her hands were locked by Edward. Not only that, Edward began to go down to Ciara's level neck. Her lips began to lustfully touch Ciara's body.

"Ahhhmm." A smooth sigh sounded from Ciara's tiny mouth; she couldn't help the sound. Her body began to fall into Edward's touch, even though her heart rejected it all.

Edward slowly lifted Ciara's body without releasing the link on her lips. I don't know what was on Ciara's mind; now she no longer rebelled. Neither did she retaliate; both of them had been overcome by lust.

Edward threw Ciara's body on the mattress; she was even more consumed by lust when she saw Ciara's dress rise slightly to reveal her smooth thighs.

"I beg you, Edward! Don't do that!" said Ciara hoarsely after Edward unlinked her lips.

Her body was already unable to rebel because Edward was pressing against her. Edward locked her hands together.

"You belong to me now, Ciara! Please open your heart for me," Edward said in a heavy voice, indicating that he was trying to hold back something.

Cup...

Edward crushed Ciara's lips roughly; her hands did not remain silent. By touching all of Ciara's limbs, one by one, the clothes attached to Ciara's body were removed. Edward was increasingly overcome by lust when she saw Ciara's body, which was not covered by a single piece of cloth.

While Ciara could only cry and close her eyes, holding back the sound of sighs coming out of her mouth, Edward started kissing her two mounds.

"Aahhhh, Edward! Please stop!" The sigh suddenly came out of Ciara's mouth again.

When Edward heard her name being called, her passion grew. Slowly, he opened the towel he was wearing; once pulled, he was already not wearing a single piece of clothing. Both of them were naked.

Ciara screamed and cried even more at the sight of Edward's huge cock. This was the first time in her life she had done such a dirty thing. She had run out of energy to rebel.

With her sweet eyes, Edward again crushed Ciara's pink lips.

"You're only mine, Ciara!" said Edward softly, looking at Ciara's eyes, which were red from too many tears.

"J-don't," Ciara said with tears in her eyes, feeling disgusted with herself. Because Ciara had not fully accepted Edward as her husband,.

Edward, who was overcome with lust, no longer listened to Ciara's soft voice. Without lingering any longer, she immediately joined her own and Ciara's.

"Arghhhhh!" Ciara cried out loudly, feeling something tearing inside her cheeks. Her tears did not stop coming.

"S-pain, stop!" Ciara croaked.

Fresh blood just flowed out of Ciara's; even Edward was wide-eyed at the sight.

'I took away her virginity?' Edward smiled wryly. Edward began to move back and forth slowly.

Even though it was slow, Ciara still felt pain. Her hands grabbed Edward's hair strongly to vent her pain. Meanwhile, Edward, who felt the tug on his hair, was getting excited.

Edward chose to silence Ciara's mouth with her lips, her junior still faithfully going back and forth down there. Her hands did not remain silent, returning to touch all of Ciara's limbs.

"Aaahhmmmm." Another sigh escaped Ciara's mouth as Edward reached her erotic point.

'I'm sorry, Jorge,' Ciara said, feeling a tightness in her chest.

Until a few moments later, the pain was so intense. Slowly becoming a pleasure for both of them, Ciara's hand that grabbed Edward's hair began to loosen. Changing to hug Edward's neck, he was carried away by the atmosphere of Edward's game. Plus, the scent of her husband's body might become an opiate for her, making Ciara forget everything.

The room, which was originally silent, was now filled with the sound of sighs coming from both of their mouths.