I Married My Ex Boyfriend's Father

/000- The Prologue/

**Victoria’s Point Of View**

There are many ways to look at the situation I’ve gotten myself into. You could think of it as bizarre, crazy, or even downright fictional. But it isn’t fake, it isn’t scripted, it’s real. An heiress is only as strong as she presents herself, that’s what my father always said.

I always have to look like I’m not afraid. Although, my father never had an angry, blood-lusting man, press a pistol to his forehead- so really, what does the old bastard know? People don’t like me. People want what I have.

People call me the ice queen. A vindictive woman who gets what she wants. I never thought it was true. But if you knew the circumstances that brought me here, you’d certainly agree with them.

But I didn’t get what I wanted. My plan took an unexpected detour that landed me here. My ass on the floor, people frozen in fear around me, as this... this man that I learned to trust aimed his gun my way. I should have learned that love plus me would only end in disaster.

“You have four minutes to give me one good reason not to pull this trigger.” he bit out violently, and I stared at him. No one could move, his guards had guns aimed at everyone.

One reason not to kill me?

I’m a nice- no, that’s not right.

I- wow this is hard. I probably deserve this. The safety clicks as he takes it off, pressing the cold metal pistol even closer to my forehead. I still had nothing to say. Even as cold sweat dripped down my forehead and disappeared into the upper curve of my dress.

How hard was it to give a good reason? My body was trembling. I wasn’t a bad person, but I couldn’t say I was good either. I’m going to die today, because of the horrible choices I made.

If I could turn back the clock, I’d learn to think ten times harder before leap.

“You’ve got nothing, do you? The stone-cold heiress was reduced to a shivering mess. You are pathetic..”

I close my eyes, my anger that would normally arrive once an insult is thrown my way doesn’t rise. I at least know when to shut my mouth. How could I have let this happen?

Sometimes it’s better to let go. My eyes close and for a brief moment while the silence deafens me, I float back to the day things went awry. The gun makes another clicking sound- which I found odd... but fear was clawing at me, and a shot rings off. Pain rolls through my body, unlike anything I’d ever felt.

I fall onto my back and gurgle out a gasp. My hand goes to my stomach, and my mind continues to float back to that very day. When things went south.... that evening. If I could... if I could just get another chance, I’d have taken a different approach.

~~~~~

Two Years Prior

The phone is smushed against my face as my assistant goes into a panic. She’s crying, screaming- not at me, but at the situation- and simultaneously begging to keep her job. Amirah was a good assistant but the girl couldn’t handle all the stress I put her under.

I don’t do it on purpose, but being the owner of a commercial empire came with its problems. I haven’t had a break in four years. The last break I had was when I closed one of the biggest deals of my life, and my workers had demanded that I take a month off to relax.

As my personal assistant, amirah bore a quarter of my burden and even that was too much for the girl. Fresh off grad school. She didn’t need this type of work on her hands, and she was sure I’d fire her.

I’d fired my last three assistants for failing me.

If she’d let me get a word in, I would tell her that she still had a job but I would be hiring a second person.

Every time I tried to chime in, she cried even harder and spoke louder. God, even when I was starting up I didn’t cry this hard. To be fair, I went from high school graduate straight to CEO of Sinclair Advertising. It happens when your parents take a vacation without you and don’t come back.

My greedy aunts and uncles learned fast that I was my mother’s daughter. That company was mine. I handled my stress. But not everyone is not me. I keep forgetting that.

“Amirah,” I said in a chilling tone. It got my workers to act well fast. And it worked. Amirah went quiet.

“I’m not firing you. Okay? I promise. But call the hiring department, and tell them to forward you the top five applicants for a job like yours.”

She gasped.

“Shush, hire another assistant to help you. Not to replace you, alright? Get me a good one.” She thanked me fast, promising not to fail me and other nonsense I didn't care for. When we hung up, I dialed the person I was eager to talk to.

Enzo. My boyfriend.

I found myself smiling. He’d sent me a text fifteen minutes ago to ask how my day was going. Sure, I didn’t tell him I was having a phone call with my assistant. He didn’t even know I was THE Victoria Sinclair.

Lying is bad, but I preferred our relationship the way it was. I didn’t have to worry about him wanting my money or anything because he didn’t know. I look a lot different in person. To the public, I was the ice queen. Wearing a mask in public to keep people from stopping me on the street when I wanted to be normal.

That’s how I met this dreamy man. Enzo. Ugh, I love him.

I plan to tell him the truth. He deserved it.

The phone rang four times before he answered, and then I heard the sound of a girl giggling in the background before the call ended.

Had he accidentally picked it up? Who was that girl? I know his sister isn’t in town, or is she?

I moved to dial again when I heard loud honking. My head had just turned to the left when a car came barreling at mine. My driver tried to swerve away but it was too late. I could only stare at the bright lights before the car collided with mine.

Darkness and pain are a strong mix. They knock me out fast, leaving me no room to comprehend anything. I stayed in the line of darkness, it was almost like I was seeing my life flash over.

I worked for most of it, and I don’t regret it. This wasn’t the way I thought I would die...... the darkness lasted for what felt like forever until brightness came in.

I could see the brightness. My eyes stung.

The more I blinked, the clearer things got.

Hospital. I was in the hospital? No no no no!

The last time I was here it was to see my parents' body. To decide whether to pull the plug or not. I'm not too fond of this place.

I tried to move. To rush out before the vomit came and the flashes returned to my mind. I heard people talking, and soon... Amirah was in front of me, and so were my driver and two nurses.

Huh? In the hospital... and these are the people who I see first? My head aches as I try to process why my chest burns, why my throat feels scratchy, and why it seems like something else is happening besides all of this.

The nurses talked but I couldn’t hear them... then it hit me.

Enzo. Where is he? Does he know I’m hurt? I have to tell him.

I tried to convey this but my mouth wouldn’t open. What happened? Who hit me?