Terrifying confession

ELENA PETERS

Vince walked into the opulent living room. Ignoring my question. I followed him. Angered by his actions.

He took a remote that was on the center table. And I watched as he pressed on it.

And a vault appeared from the walls. And pictures of me were on full display.

Pictures of me on my 18th birthday to my recent 21st birthday.

It gave me the chills. Literally.

How and why did he have my pictures? And How long had he been stalking me?

And why?

His intense gaze came into my confused and scared eyes.

“I know this may seem overwhelming and shocking. But it answers part of your question. Which is the fact that I have been in love with you for a very long time, Elena.”

I stared at him blankly, still in uttermost shock.

“I have been from the moment I laid my eyes on you in the mating ceremony. Clad in that pink dress. With your hair falling down your back. And your bright eyes. It took everything in me to control myself and not kill my son when he was pronounced as your mate.”

This had me swallowing really hard. Did I hear correctly? Or was I in some nightmare?

He…Good goddess, he…he…loves me?

“I know I sound crazy. But trust me when I say I’m not a man who wakes up and dreams of claiming his son’s mate. I have no control when it comes to my feelings with you. I tried so hard. So damn hard to stop it. But it never went away. And with you always in the house… it became quite hard.”

I still couldn’t say anything.

“The torture. Of having to see you touch Trent. Having to see you be his mate. To belong to him. And knowing that you would never be mine. And to topple it, you were also the daughter of my best friend. Hell, you're kinda like my daughter too. And maybe things would have been easier if I saw you that way. Maybe I would have been able to do what is right by you and by the laws of society.”

He paced a bit, running his tongue over his lips.

“But it wasn’t. Instead, I was left to be constantly tortured by my feelings and guilt. And it led me to take toxic measures.”

I couldn’t help but notice the plurality of the word measure. This means there was more crazy stuff than in the pictures.

“What measures?” I managed to ask.

“I have done lots of shits, Elena. The craziest, darkest, and pettiest shits. All cause of this crazed feeling I have for you.”

I swallowed hard.

“What shits?” I asked again.

He sighed. “Remember the time when you got so many business deals rejected? I was behind it. I did it 'cause I didn’t wish for you to interact with any male. And most of your clients were males, wtf.”

I gasped in shock. I remembered coming to him and crying about it. And to think he was the orchestrator of my misery.

I think he was the reason why my career as a Business planner almost dwindled!

“You almost ruined my career!"

“No. I only chased off the perverts from you. You do realize that you also got other patronages from female partners. Better ones.”

That was true. I always wondered why it was so. To think that he was behind all of it. And he sounds fucking bold about it.

It made me angry but also curious as to how much of my life he controlled.

“What else did you do?” My voice came out shaky. While my eyes were fixated on him in a hard glare.

“I don’t think that’s important.”

“Just-just tell me,” I said in a stern tone.

“The parties. You wonder why you have never been able to attend. Well, I don’t like you being in the space of men and alcohol. And so either the party gets ruined, and you can’t go. Or you can’t go at all.”

I felt even more stunned. And it was as though the man standing in front of me was a total stranger.

A manipulator. A control freak! A stalker. And worse, he was my mate's father! He was a father figure to me. How could he?!!

“What other things have you done to control my life?” Now, I was pissed. Very very oissed.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle the answers, sweetie. So just drop it.”

His stern note, the warning in his voice, and his hard gaze made me stop asking further questions. I was terrified of him. Fearful of what he was capable of doing.

And to think that he was Trent’s father. I was thankful that Trent was nothing like him, for Trent allowed me control of my life.

Trent never manipulated me!

'He cheated on us,' My wolf reminded ever so kindly. The father-son duo were terrible!

“One thing for sure is that I have done crazy things, manipulated crazy shits. All to ensure that no man touches you. The only thing I have not been able to control is the mate bond you have with my son. And I felt like shit for it. Well, that was until I found a way to ruin the bond.”

A sinister smile appeared on his face. I gulped hard.

“You sent the pictures?”

He didn’t respond. Just stared blankly at me. As though contemplating if to answer me or not.

“Yes. I had to." The answer was stiff, heading my breath. "Trent was fucking cheating on you. You deserved to know. I couldn’t flat out tell you this. So I had to send it anonymously.” He finally responded.

I scoffed. “Let me guess; you sent it so I would come running into your psychotic arms?”

“No. I sent it cause you deserved better. You deserve to be with a guy who respects you. A guy who wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“And that guy so happens to be you, right?”

He remained speechless.

I scoffed. “You are just as bad as him.”

“Meaning?”

“You didn’t send the pictures 'cause you cared. You sent it so you would finally have a chance to fulfill your twisted fantasy of fucking your son’s mate.”

He smirked. He fucking smirked.

“I do admit that it was also my intention. I did want you to come running to me. But I also wanted you to be aware of the truth. The truth about Trent’s infidelity. About my feelings for you. The truth is that the warm and kind father-in-law you knew of is a facade. The truth is that the real me is a fucking psychopathic monster. An obsessed monster, who can’t go a day without thinking about you, wanting you, and jerking off to the thoughts of you.”

I gulped. Real hard.

And it seemed to have affected him. Cause he hissed with his eyes closed tightly.

“I can just imagine you gulping on something else. Something bigger and harder.” His voice came out sensually deep.

I gulped even harder. And he growled. My thighs pooled with wetness again.

“Told you, Elena. I am really into you. And I have done the craziest shit just cause I’m crazy about you.

I tried to steady myself. And wrap my head around the swirling thoughts and emotions I was feeling.

One question popped into my mind. I turned to him.

“It’s weird. Trent cheated. And yet, he usually seems perfectly okay. But we know that when a wolf breaks the mate bond by cheating, the wolf who cheats faces the pain of breaking the bond. This pain causes lots of illness and could lead to death for the wolf. And yet Trent seems perfectly fine.”

“Trent is no fool. He turns off his mating link. So he doesn’t feel any pain when he cheats.”

I gasped in horror. Turning off his mating link and cheating meant the pain and consequences he would face would only go to me whose link was turned on. So, not only was he cheating on me. He had me taking the punishment for his sins. Little by little, the pain would soon show symptoms on me. In form of a terrible sickness.Trent wasn't only breaking my heart and betraying our bond. He was also putting my health in jeopardy.

I felt terribly heartbroken by this.

Vince came close to me, but I shifted away from him and his touch.

Vince had a look of arousal on his face. He tried to touch me again. Hinting at his desperation. I, however, flinched from the touch.

“I just wanted you to know the truth.” He finally said. Stopping in his attempts to touch me.

“Lies. Suppose the waiter hadn’t handed me your phone. You never would have revealed all this to me.” I seethed, burning with the thought of hitting his face.

He scoffed. “Right. If you were a bit observant, you would have noticed that the waiter wasn’t one of your father's workers. I made him hand you the phone.”

Shock filled me. I couldn’t remember the waiter's face. But I did remember that he looked strange.

“Who is he?”

“He is the one who takes the pictures of my son’s activities. I invited him to the party to take pictures of Trent and Tracy. So I could show them to you.”

I was frozen in shock by his revelations. And hurt by the actions of Trent and his father. I had to get out of here.

And so I turned to leave but was stopped by Vince, who placed his hands on my back, stopping me from moving.

“Please, stay. I need to feel you against me.”

I tried to move away, but his hold was firm. He worsened it by hugging me from behind, forcing me to feel the strain in his pants.

God, no!

"Let me go...".

“I hated the phone call talk we had. I hated you saying that our wonderful night was just a one-time shit. I’m not your one-night stand, sweetie. I'm not your rebound guy either. I can never be. What we had was real. And I’m not going to brush it off like it was a mistake.”

I struggled more. But the more I struggled. The more firm his hold was on me.

“Stop this. What we had was a mistake. There can never be anything between us. You holding me this way is wrong and inappropriate.!"

“You don’t get to decide what is wrong or inappropriate. If you are going to remain stubborn, then I’ll manipulate the heavens to make sure that you become mine.” His voice was cold. He let me go and walked inside the house. Then he came back with the portrait.

Which he handed to me.

“You have three days to come to me on your own, darling. If you don’t, then I’m just going to have to make you mine, however way I can."