Oops I Accidentally Married My Ex-fiance's Father

Vincent's POV

"Dad... you're joking, right?" Damien asked, his eyes darting around the living room as though searching for hidden cameras. "Where are the cameras? Because I refuse to believe what I'm hearing."I watched him in silence, mildly amused by his reaction.

"I'm afraid this isn't a joke, Damien," I replied calmly, my fingers still intertwined with Aria's. His face darkened.

"You can't be serious!" he shouted, taking a step toward us. "There is absolutely no way you're marrying her!"Rage burned in his eyes, The woman beside him hurried over, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down.

"Damien, please—"

"Stay out of this!" he snapped, shrugging her hand away without even looking at her.

I shifted my gaze to Aria.

"Honey," I said softly, "would you mind going upstairs for a moment? I'd like to have a word with my son."

She looked at me briefly before nodding.

"Of course."

As she turned to leave, she spared Damien one final glance before disappearing upstairs. The moment she was out of sight, Damien turned back to me, his fists clenched tightly at his sides while the woman beside him stood frozen, completely confused by what had just happened.

"What are you still waiting for?" Damien snapped at the woman beside him. "Leave. I want to speak to my father alone."

She hesitated for a moment before quietly walking out of the room.The moment the door closed, silence filled the living room. I slipped both hands into my pockets and watched as Damien paced back and forth, clearly struggling to contain his anger.

"Father, this isn't right," he finally said, stopping in front of me. "You need to divorce her immediately."I looked at him calmly.

"And if I don't?" I asked.His jaw tightened.

"Father, you don't understand. She isn't the right woman for you. Chloe has always loved you. She's always stood by your side. You should be with someone like her, not someone like Aria."I narrowed my gaze slightly, His reaction puzzled me.

For a woman he had only just met, he seemed unusually bothered by my marriage to her. A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

"I wasn't aware that my choice of wife required your approval," I said calmly.

"I know what's best for you!" Damien shot back immediately. I took a slow step toward him.

"No, Damien," I said, my voice firm.

“Damien, you should know that I'm no longer some twelve-year-old boy you can order around, telling me who I should or shouldn't marry. This is my life, and I chose her. That decision is final." The moment the words left my mouth, something inside him snapped. His eyes burned with rage as he grabbed the expensive crystal vase sitting on the side table and hurled it across the room.

Crash!

The vase shattered into countless pieces, the sharp sound echoing through the mansion. My gaze drifted calmly to the broken fragments scattered across the marble floor before returning to him.

"That vase cost three million dollars," I said in a flat tone. "You'll pay for it."

I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, he grabbed my wrist.

"Father, you don't understand!" he shouted desperately. "You cannot be with her. Divorce her immediately. Right now. Today."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. I slowly removed his hand from my wrist before taking two deliberate steps toward him until only a few inches separated us.

"I won't."His breathing grew heavier.

"There is no possible way you're settling for that... that shameless woman." His voice dripped with disgust. "She's nothing but a gold digger. She's only with you because of your money because of everything you can offer her. The moment she's done using you, she'll—"

Slap!

The sound rang through the room.

His head snapped violently to the side as my palm connected with his face.

Silence followed.

Damien remained frozen, his eyes widened in complete disbelief. Slowly, he raised a trembling hand to his burning cheek, staring at me as though he couldn't believe I had actually hit him. I closed the distance between us once again, my gaze colder than ice.

"The next time you speak about my wife in that manner..." I said quietly, each word slow and deliberate, ".will be the last day you ever speak."

Damien lowered his gaze. His jaw clenched, but for the first time in years, he said nothing. I saw fear flash across his face. He swallowed hard before lowering his head.

"Yes, Father." Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room.

The door slammed shut behind him.

I closed my eyes briefly, drawing in a slow breath as I fought to suppress the anger threatening to consume me. After a moment, I slipped a cigarette from the silver case in my pocket, lit it, and took a long drag.

A cloud of smoke escaped my lips as my thoughts lingered on Damien's disrespect.

Insulting my wife, That was a mistake he would eventually regret.The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted my thoughts.

I turned toward the entrance just as my secretary stepped inside. He bowed respectfully before extending a sealed envelope toward me.

"Boss, this contains everything you requested." I took it from him and opened it. The first thing that slid out were photographs. Aria and Damien.

Picture after picture captured them together laughing, holding hands, attending events. Three years' worth of memories frozen on glossy paper.

I flipped through them one after another, my expression unreadable.

"According to our investigation," my secretary began, "they were in a relationship for three years before Mr. Damien ended things after cheating on her with her stepsister."He adjusted his glasses. "That's all we could find, sir."I dismissed him with a slight nod.The room fell silent again.

So that was it. Damien hadn't been furious simply because I got married. He was furious because the woman I married was the very woman he had thrown away.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes drifting to one of the photographs.

This wasn't the first time I had seen Aria.

Months ago, after returning to the country, I had gone to a hospital to visit an old friend. She had walked out of the building that afternoon, completely unaware that someone had noticed her. I had watched her disappear into the crowd, thinking I would probably never see her again.

Fate, however, had other plans.

The next time I saw her, she was drowning her heartbreak in alcohol... and asking a complete stranger to marry her.

I never imagined that stranger would be me. Now everything made sense.

She accepted this marriage because she wanted revenge. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I dropped the photographs back into the envelope.

"So that's how it is..."

Everything suddenly made sense.

No wonder she agreed to stay married.

I walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, my gaze fixed on the city below. For a long moment, I said nothing, my fingers tapping lightly against the envelope.

"Interesting..."

If this was the game she wanted to play...

Then I'd gladly play along.But by the time it was over, she would realize she wasn't the only one with an agenda.I slipped the envelope into the drawer and locked it.

"Let's see who outplays who, Mrs. Blackwood."