Web Of Lies

I lay still, silently praying that no one had heard me. All the arguing had stopped. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. As they were getting louder, I tried to get up and hide but as soon as I stood up, my head spun. I ended up falling on my ass when the door flew open. "What is this?" Shouted the woman at the door. She looked like she was in her fifties and the clothing and accessories she wore looked very expensive.

"Hi," I said nervously while struggling to stand up. Luke appeared from behind her and by the expression on his face, he was very unwilling to pull me up. The man that stood beside the woman stared at us with intrigue. "Let me guess, she's a prostitute," the woman spat. She looked disgusted by me. I gave her a dirty look. How in God's name did I look anything like a prostitute?

"Irene sweetheart, I don't think this girl is a prostitute." The man chuckled. Irene looked at me sternly. "Well then who are you?" She loudly tapped her foot against the floorboards to emphasise her impatience. I blinked at her, refusing to answer the woman that saw me as a prostitute. "She's my girlfriend." Luke blurted. I looked at him with a raised brow. The couple both exchanged a look before exploding into laughter.

"Honey, you better go now. Luke will be in bed with the next female he encounters if he hasn't already done so." The woman laughed while the man nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Luke said something that had all of our mouths dropping. "Actually Mum and Dad, Karina and I are getting married."

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What happens when you build a relationship on a web of lies or when you marry the wrong man for the wrong reasons?
Oh what a tangled web we weave when at first we practice to deceive.