Oops I Accidentally Married My Ex-fiance's Father

Aria's POV

The look on his face after I told him I wasn't getting a divorce almost made me smile. For a brief moment, I caught the surprise flickering across his usually unreadable expression. It was obvious he had a thousand questions running through his mind, yet he didn't ask a single one.

Instead, he walked over to the table and picked up a brown envelope.

"I know this isn't the marriage you wanted," he said calmly. "And I'm not interested in forcing anyone to stay by my side." I frowned slightly, unsure where he was going with this.

"We'll stay married for one year," he continued. "After that, if you still want a divorce, I'll sign the papers." I remained silent.

"There's one condition." I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his.

"You're moving in with me."I hesitated.

"What about my mother?" I asked quietly. "She still needs treatment." He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slipped the envelope back onto the table before looking at me.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore." I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"From today onward, her treatment will be taken care of." I stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he was joking, but there was none.

"Why would you do that?"

"I don't make promises I can't keep." For a long moment, I simply stared at him, unable to find the right words.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You don't have to thank me yet, Mrs. Blackwood." The title rolled effortlessly off his tongue, making my heart skip a beat, Mrs. Blackwood. It still sounded unreal.

I lowered my gaze, thinking about Damien and Eva. Every humiliation, and betrayal How was I supposed to make Damien regret everything if I walked away now?

Slowly, I nodded.

"Fine.”

A faint smile crossed Vincent's lips before disappearing just as quickly.

Without another word, he walked toward the door. Moments later, two bodyguards appeared outside the room.

"Let's go."

Escorted by the bodyguards, I followed Vincent downstairs before getting into the back seat of his waiting Rolls-Royce.

As the car pulled away from the hotel, I stared out the window, my fingers unconsciously tightening around the cheque in my hand. One year as Vincent Blackwood's wife. And one year to make Damien regret ever breaking my heart.

An hour later, we finally arrived at the mansion. The moment I stepped out of the car, my mouth fell open. The magnificent estate stood proudly before me, its towering gates, elegant fountains, and breathtaking architecture leaving me completely speechless. It looked less like a home and more like a palace.

For a brief moment, I forgot every problem weighing on my heart. Just then, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. I jolted instinctively, trying to pull away, but his low voice brushed against my ear.

"Don't move."His warm breath sent an unexpected shiver down my spine."We should walk in together," he murmured. "The servants need to believe we're genuinely in love."I slowly turned to look at him. For a second, our eyes locked.

Then I silently nodded. Without another word, we walked toward the entrance. As soon as we stepped inside, every servant immediately lowered their heads in greeting.

"Welcome home, Mr. Blackwood."

The luxurious interior was even more breathtaking than the outside. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, while expensive paintings decorated the walls. Everything about the mansion screamed wealth and power.

I couldn't help but stare. Vincent gently took my hand and led me upstairs. We eventually stopped in front of a large wooden door, and he opened it.

"This will be your room from now on," he said calmly. I stood there for a moment, taking in the spacious bedroom before smiling faintly.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Just as I was about to step inside, his hand suddenly wrapped around my wrist.

Before I could react, he spun me around.

My back hit the wall with a soft thud.

A small gasp escaped my lips.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You don't like the room?"Before I could answer, he leaned in slightly, trapping me between his arms."Or perhaps..." His lips curved into the faintest smile. "you'd rather move into mine?" Heat instantly rushed to my cheeks. For a moment, I completely forgot how to breathe. Just then, the butler cleared his throat.

"Ahem..."

Vincent slowly pulled away, though the amusement lingering in his eyes hadn't disappeared. I quickly looked away, silently cursing the blush that refused to leave my face.

"Master, Mr. Damien and a lady are here to see you," the butler announced.

The moment I heard those words, I knew this was my chance.

Just as Vincent was about to walk away, I reached out and grabbed his wrist. His eyes slowly dropped to my hand before lifting to meet mine. Realizing what I'd done, I quickly let go.

"Perhaps... I should welcome them instead," I said.He narrowed his eyes, slipping both hands into his pockets.

"I don't think that's necessary. We just got back, and you need to rest. Besides, they barely know you."

"I know," I replied with a small smile. "But please... let me do it."He studied me for a few seconds before giving a slight nod.

"Very well."

I followed the butler downstairs.

The moment I stepped into the living room, my eyes landed on Damien and Eva. They looked as intimate as ever. Eva had her arms wrapped around his, her head resting proudly against his shoulder.

The instant they saw me, both of them froze.Damien's brows furrowed.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, taking a step forward.

"Just looking around," I replied calmly.

Eva suddenly burst into laughter.

"Aria, you're really pathetic." She shook her head mockingly. "It's obvious Damien doesn't want you anymore. Why are you still chasing after him? Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

She lifted her left hand and deliberately flaunted the engagement ring in front of my face.

"You should know by now..." she smirked. "Damien is mine."A faint smile curved across my lips.

"Good for you," I said. "I'll need someone around to help with the chores."Eva's smile disappeared instantly.

"What did you just say?" Before she could react, Damien stormed toward me and grabbed my wrist.

"Get out of this house!" he snapped. "You're not wanted here. Stop forcing yourself on me. I told you it's over!"

I looked down at the hand gripping my wrist.

Three years I had loved this man.

Three years I had been blinded by love.

Now, looking at him, all I could think was...

I had truly dodged a bullet. Calmly, I pulled my hand free and took a step backward, meeting his furious gaze without fear.

"I always knew you were after my money," Damien spat. "And thank God I chose Eva over you. At least now I know I made the right decision." Before I could respond, Eva stepped forward with a cruel smile.

"She's nothing but a desperate woman trying to climb her way into wealth." I remained silent, my fingers curling at my sides. I had heard enough. Then suddenly, a deep voice echoed through the room.

"What's going on here?" The moment Damien and Eva turned around, their expressions changed.

"Father." Damien immediately walked toward Vincent, his confidence returning.

"I don't know why she's here, but you should ask someone to throw her out. She isn't welcome."

A faint smile touched my lips as I looked from Damien to Vincent. Instead, his gaze softened slightly as it landed on me.

Then he extended his hand.

I hesitated for a moment before walking toward him. The moment my fingers slipped into his, his grip tightened gently, as if reassuring me that I wasn't alone.

"Damien," Vincent called. He paused, lifting my hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "Meet my wife... your stepmother.”