My Grandson’s Fiancée Called Me His Mistress Chapter 01
The Donna’s New “Rival”
At sixty-two, I am the donna of the most feared crime family in this city.
But when I finally met the fiancée my grandson had waited five years for, she walked straight up to me and spat on my shoes.
“Who the hell is this old bitch?Is she the side piece you’ve been hiding from me?”She demanded in front of Lucas, his parents, and the entire welcome party.
The private terminal went silent.
At my age, I should have been planning my own funeral, not getting accused of sleeping with my grandson.
My son and daughter-in-law froze. Even Lucas had gone white.
I looked down at the spit on my shoes, then turned to him.
“Well?” I asked. “Are you going to tell your fiancée whose shoes she just spat on?”
“Sera, sweetheart, what on earth are you saying? This is Victoria. She held you when you were a baby, remember?”
“You must be exhausted from that flight. Let’s just eat first, you’ve been in the air fourteen hours, you’re probably starving.”
They speak quickly, trying to smooth things over. I follow them, light catching on the jade pendant at my throat and glinting against my tailored black suit. I remain calm. I’ve survived far worse than one rude young woman.
They’ve handed her an easy way out, but she refuses to take it. Instead, she loops her arm through Lucas’s and forces a smile.
“Lucas, baby, I get it. Men separate sex from love sometimes. I understand you got lonely those five years I was gone.”
“But I’m back now, so you need to end this. And if your parents have been covering for you, how am I supposed to trust this family?”
My jaw tightens. In more than sixty years, I’ve never met anyone so incapable of reading a room.
My son and his wife go pale.
“Sera. That’s enough.”
Their expressions harden, and Sera finally backpedals, her voice turning soft and false.
“I’m just joking! Don’t be mad. I’ve been overseas so long, I forgot how things work back home. You’ll have to remind me.”
With an apology like that, my daughter-in-law relents and tells Sera to sit down, eat, and let it go.
Sera slides in next to Lucas. I catch the flash of impatience cross her face before she smooths it over.
I already know this girl isn’t done.
Sure enough, the second I move toward the head of the table, a voice cuts across the room.
“That’s not your seat! Get out of it!”
“You think you belong there? That’s for the family elders. You don’t get to sit there.”
“And take off that gray coat. I hate gray. It makes you look ten years older, and it’s hideous.”
My daughter-in-law nearly comes up out of her chair to defend me. I pull her back down.
It’s just a coat. Let her have this one. I’m more curious what she’ll say next.
“There. Better?”
Sera nods, pleased with herself.
“Good. I’ll give you credit for sticking around this family so long without a title. I’ll write you a generous check for your trouble. After that, stay away from Lucas.”
“Because now that I’m back, there’s no room left in this family for you.”
My son’s expression hardens as my daughter-in-law grips her fork until her knuckles turn white. Inside me, something goes still and cold.
Sixty-plus years, and this is the first time a girl this young has dared to talk down to me in my own house.
I say nothing. She mistakes my silence for fear and leans closer to whisper.
“Scared now? Good. If I were you, I’d stay far away from this family.”
“Look at yourself. Wrinkles deep enough to trap a fly. Quit while you can. Stop wanting things that were never yours.”
I keep my face blank, my voice light. “Oh?”
“And if I don’t?”
Her eyes narrow, and every trace of amusement disappears.
“Keep pushing, and you won’t like what happens.”
The door swings open before she can finish, and Sera’s face lights up as if reinforcements have arrived.
“Dad! Tell them what she’s doing to me!”
A heavyset man lurches in, belly first, unsteady enough to suggest he’s already been drinking.
“So you’re the shameless tramp trying to steal my daughter’s man?”