In His Father’s Bed

Oreva is days away from marrying Santiago, the man she’s loved since college. But after a drunken mistake at her bridal shower, she wakes up beside his father—confused, violated, and trapped. He thinks she’s a paid escort. She thinks it’s Santiago. Now he has proof of what happened… and demands she submit once a week or he’ll destroy her wedding, her reputation, and her future.

In His Father’s Bed

Oreva is days away from marrying Santiago, the man she’s loved since college. But after a drunken mistake at her bridal shower, she wakes up beside his father—confused, violated, and trapped. He thinks she’s a paid escort. She thinks it’s Santiago. Now he has proof of what happened… and demands she submit once a week or he’ll destroy her wedding, her reputation, and her future.

I remember laughing at the bridal shower, tequila burning my throat, girls chanting my name. I remember stumbling down the hall, the carpet plush beneath my heels, thinking only of crawling into bed with Santiago. Our suite was on 12B. Or so I thought.

The room was dark. The man in the bed didn’t speak—just pulled me close, his hands rough, urgent. I was drunk, exhausted, already half-asleep. I mistook his size, his scent, the way he moved. I didn’t question it. I let him inside me.

Morning came like a slap. He sat up, eyes narrowed, reaching for his wallet. 'You’re good,' he said. 'Here’s extra for discretion.'

I froze. 'I’m not— I’m Oreva. Santiago’s fiancée.'

His face went pale. Then hard.

Now, at the altar, I see him sitting front row. Not as a guest. As a predator. After the ceremony, he texts: One week. Same room. Or the video goes to the press.

I look at Santiago, smiling, holding my hand. I don’t know what to do.