I ran into my lover at my husband's funeral, but I didn't expect that he was actually my stepson...
I ran into my lover at my husband's funeral, but I didn't expect that he was actually my stepson...
At my husband's funeral, I saw my lover.
To be more precise, I saw my husband's illegitimate son.
After the funeral, Stefan Powell cornered me against a wall.
His warm, damp breath grazed my ear.
"It's been a while, Eve. Or perhaps I should call you stepmother now."
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At my husband's funeral, I spotted Stefan in the crowd.
His sharp features stood out, with a high nose and thin, rosy lips pressed tightly together.
Dressed in a tailored black suit, he had shed his youthful air for a restrained, almost ascetic demeanor.
I assumed he had come to confront me, perhaps to settle old scores, and I wanted to steer clear.
Yet I also feared he might say or do something inappropriate at my husband's funeral, so I kept an eye on him.
I found myself caught, unsure whether to approach or retreat.
But Stefan seemed not to notice me, his expression solemn and composed.
The Powell family had deep roots in Alcrest, a titan in their industry, and the funeral drew a large crowd of my husband's friends, relatives, and business associates.
I stood quietly to the side, playing the part of a decorative widow. The funeral arrangements had been handled entirely by Hadley, the family steward, and the newly acknowledged illegitimate son. My only role was to make an appearance.
When Stefan's turn came, he stepped forward respectfully, and placed a white lily before his picture.
The guests, already buzzing with gossip, couldn't resist their curiosity. Though mindful of the Powell family's reputation, they whispered among themselves, filling the solemn hall with a low hum.
Words like "illegitimate" and "inheritance" reached my ears, stirring irritation in me. Still, I maintained a poised facade.
Otherwise, the tabloids would have a field day tomorrow with headlines like "Powell Widow and Illegitimate Son Clash at Funeral, Albin Powell Denied Peace in Death!" I'd become the laughingstock of Alcrest.
After paying his respects, Stefan gave me a slight nod and stood beside me, keeping a careful distance.
The faint scent of his cologne reached me, though I preferred the clean soap smell he used to carry.
I forced a polite smile and nodded back. Neither of us spoke, our silence hinting at mutual hostility.
The onlookers, sharp as they were, sensed the tension between the Powell widow and the illegitimate son. Their thoughts churned with speculation.
By the time we finished receiving the guests, my calves ached, and my heels bled from ill-fitting shoes. My duty done, I didn't linger and headed toward the guest room.
At the staircase's turn, a strong arm grabbed me, pinning me against the wall.
The familiar scent of cologne enveloped me.
Stefan pinned my hands above my head, trapping me against him.
I glared at Stefan. "What are you doing? The hall is full of people! Are you out of your mind?"
"I missed you." Stefan leaned closer, but I turned my head, dodging his kiss.
He didn't seem bothered. Instead, he buried his face in my neck, greedily inhaling my scent. His warm breath spilled across my ear.
"It's been so long, Eve. Do you know how hard I searched for you? Or should I call you stepmother now?"
His low voice sent shivers through me. My body stirred, though I fought to stay composed. "Let me go. I'm your stepmother!"
"Stepmother? Ha!" Stefan chuckled, amused. "Did you think about being my stepmother when we were together? Didn't I make you feel good? Weren't you satisfied?"
His grip tightened on my waist. "What do you think my dear old dad would do if he knew his son was with his wife? Come back from the dead in a rage?"
Stefan held me close, our breaths mingling. I squirmed, trying to break free.
"Eve, if you keep moving, I can't promise what'll happen next," he warned, his voice thick with desire.
I knew Stefan's nature-he meant what he said. I froze in his arms.
He seemed pleased with my compliance. His hands began to wander, sliding from my waist downward, teasing and lingering. I soon melted into his touch. "Eve, still so easy to tease?"
"Stefan, stop," I said, though my body betrayed my anger.
My reaction pleased him. He leaned down and kissed me. I bit his tongue in frustration, but he didn't flinch, chasing my lips and stealing my breath in a fierce, grinding kiss.
I wanted to say something, but my words turned into gasps.
A soft moan escaped me. My legs weakened, and I clutched his collar, leaving faint creases on the crisp fabric.
In the heat of the moment, Stefan released me. His gaze lingered on my lips, now flushed and glistening. He rubbed them roughly with his thumb.
I cursed him silently, my tongue numb.
"Eve, shh."
Before I could respond, he scooped me up, carrying me over his shoulder. The world spun, and I let out a startled cry. He brought me to the guest room.
The door barely closed before I was pulled into a strong embrace. His fingers gripped my jaw, and his masculine presence overwhelmed me, wrapping me tightly in its hold.
My lips were claimed again. By the time I realized it, he had parted them, his tongue gently tracing my lips. We stumbled, kissing, toward the bed.
Stefan pinned me beneath him. His kisses grew fiercer, his breathing heavier. His touch roamed, leaving marks across my skin.
At the height of passion, our fingers intertwined, and I let out a satisfied sigh.
As I teetered on the edge of consciousness, I felt him gently kissing my lips.
"Eve, you're mine. The Powell family is mine too."
I dismissed his words as madness.
Ignoring him, I sank into a deep sleep.
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