She Married My Father

Prologue

Adam's POV

I was standing at the funeral of my father, between the rows of men. Mr Edward, my father's lawyer, shifted my attention towards a girl that was standing close to my father's grave, with her back facing the crowd.

"She is your stepmom, a very crafty girl," he said raising a finger in her direction.

She looked beautiful and curvy from backside. I had heard that my father, who left my mom and I, when I was 4 years old, recently married a young, beautiful girl. I was curious who was that girl who managed to make him dead within 2 months of marriage. Definitely she married for money, otherwise who would marry a 50 years old man, who had nothing but money.

Probably you want to know, what was I doing there?

I was there to get back my mother's locket that 'my father in name' promised me to give back to me, when He called  me few days ago. I never knew that he would pass out so early without giving me the last reminder of my mother. That poor woman, my mother, lived a difficult life in an other country but He, 'my father in name' lived a luxurious life forgetting his wife and the only Son.

I hate him and I'll always hate him. For abandoning us.

I would never forgive him, what he did to us is not forgivable. He left us for his money, for his greed and never even tried to find us again until my mother died, one year ago. But what was the good in finding me then, it was no use so I rejected his offer to come with him. I rejected him, his money and I'm happy for that.

I was there to talk to the new wife, oh now, widow of my 'father in name', may be she knew about the locket. I was waiting for the ceremony to end. So, I took that time to examine that girl. Why her back looked familiar, I wondered.

She wore a formal dress specially prepared for funeral. The ceremony was about to end and I was getting anxious now. I had no interest in His wealth no matter how rich he was, I never wanted his money and I never will. So, his will and all that, was not important to me. I Just wanted my mother's locket back.

Mr Edward whispered into my ear, "Just wait for the ceremony to end then I'll tell you about your father's will. I don't want that greedy girl to claim your father's money."

But I didn't care, she could take all of it, I just wanted that locket.

She turned, and I examined her thoroughly. Her black heels, long legs, slim waist and those curves. She was indeed a beauty. I turned my gaze towards her face, her plump and glossy lips, high thin nose, eyes covered with dark shades and hair probably in a bun but was covered with scarf.

My gaze turned again to her neckline, a silver chain locket with a heart at the end, was hanging low.

That was my mother's locket. Why that bitch had my mother's locket. How dare she to put that locket on.

I marched towards her. She put her shades off her eyes and I froze there.

"Rose! What the hell is she doing there?"
"That's your stepmom, Rose Rickard," Mr Edward stated.

That was the moment my whole world shattered.

Because...the love of my life .....married my father.

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Q. What do you think about the rose?

Author's Note:
Hey readers/friends, tell me what you feel about this story. And please, try to be patient throughout the story. I don't want anyone to murder me because their will be a lot of times you'll want to.

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