Shameless Mother

Asher’s Point of View

Out of all places, I didn't expect to spend my night in the damn bathroom in wet clothes; fuck that woman.

I got too drunk last night, ending up forgetting that Scarlynn was dead and her crazy sister was here. Just where did she get the guts to lock me in here the whole night? I know I'd messed up by trying to choke her to death, but I was just angry at her sister, not that I'd regret it; had it been my way, I could have killed their whole clan, after all. Her sister was nothing but a shameless whore; she slept around; she wasn't even ashamed of sleeping with her own guard.

I swear if Asherly's and my DNA don't match, I'm simply going to murder all of them. She should pray to her gods that the DNA matches.

I sprang to my feet when I heard footsteps approaching. She inserted the key, turned it, and swung the door open with a confident motion.

“If you dare lock me inside the bathroom again, there will be hell to pay,” I warned, my gaze locked with hers. She shrugged, her shoulders barely rising off her frame.

“You sound like a broken record right now, tell me something new,” she spoke in a dry, matter-of-fact tone, devoid of enthusiasm.

My eyebrow arched. Did she just say this to me? Scarlynn was a whore, but she was scared of me. This woman in front of me didn't seem to even flinch at my presence.

She sauntered past me, ready to enter the bathroom. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into a tight, possessive hold and pinned her against the walls.

Her cheeks flushed, her gaze dropping, her eyes drifting to the floor, like she had never been this close to a guy before. Could it be? Of course not, she was just playing innocent just like her sister. “Asher, let me go,” she spoke through gritted teeth, trying to move out of my grasp. I held her closer.

“What were you saying?” I leaned closer, her muscles stiffened, her body going rigid.

“Let me go, I don't have time for this nonsense of yours, the baby is hungry,” her voice trembled, trying to move out of my grasp, but I wasn't going to let go easily, not when I found her weakness.

“I have a better idea,” I leaned closer to her, my lips brushing against her ears. “How about we take a shower together, just like old days? I miss hearing your soft moans as I pin you against the walls, your perfect ass facing me as I fuck you from behind. You'd beg me for more like a little good slut.”

To my bad luck, Little Ashley's cries echoed from the room. Scarlett took the opportunity, she pushed me away and ran back to the room. A grin spread across my face, my lips curling upward. I knew exactly how to put her in her place. I was certain about one thing, she was definitely untouched, else why would she behave like this?

Before leaving the bathroom, I quickly took a shower and then made my way out. Scarlett was not in the room, so I assumed she was in the kitchen. Opting for my formal clothes, I put on a striped knotted golf sweater and pants. After getting ready, I headed to the kitchen. I had to do the DNA test before the wedding could proceed, as I was dead serious about it.

As I approached the kitchen, I overheard Scarlett talking on a video call. I stopped at the entrance to listen to their conversation, wondering if she knew about her sister's affair.

"Mom, Asher is going to find out the truth. I'm going to tell him everything before he discovers it and comes after me," Scarlett's voice was barely above a whisper, perhaps thinking I was still in the bathroom.

"Calm down and start from the beginning," her mother's voice was surprisingly calm, not showing any signs of mourning for her daughter, but rather sounding like a greedy old hag.

"Mom, Scarlynn and Asher had a baby," Scarlett whispered.

"So, what's the issue? How does that concern you getting caught?" her mother asked.

"Mom, this means Scarlynn wasn't a virgin because they had a sexual relationship," I raised an eyebrow, trying to grasp the situation.

"Scarlett, stop beating around the bush and tell me exactly what you're trying to say," her mother urged.

"Mom, I'm still a virgin," Scarlett blurted out, shocking me with her revelation.

"What? Scarlett, are you out of your mind? Who remains a virgin at your age? Haven't you learned anything from your sister?" her mother's tone turned stern.

"Mom, you should be proud of me instead of mocking me," Scarlett retorted.

"Should I be proud of your foolishness?" her mother's voice dripped with anger. "Your virginity won't pay the bills or save us from Asher. Do yourself a favor and find a guy to have sex with before the wedding. I won't protect you if you get caught."

"Mom, you know how much I value honesty, yet you forced me to lie, and now you want me to become a shameless woman. I won't do it," Scarlett shot back.

"I won't sacrifice my self-respect for anything, and if I get caught, so be it. I'm hanging up," Scarlett declared.

"Stop! Don't you dare hang up on me, you little brat," her mother shouted. "Do you think Asher will spare your life if he finds out the truth? No, he will kill all of us, including your sister's child. I'm sure you don't want that."

"And your solution is for me to sleep around like a shameless whore?" Scarlett's voice cracked with emotion.

"Scarlett, listen. Sleeping with one guy won't kill you. See it as a way to protect your family. Would you rather sleep with one guy than watch your family die?" her mother's words left me shaking my head in disbelief.

"This is emotional blackmail, Mom. This isn't fair," Scarlett burst into tears. "I've sacrificed my whole life for you guys, gone against my principles, and now you want me to give up the only thing I have left. I won't see any reason to keep living if I lose my self-respect," her voice broke.

"Scarlett, your self-respect won't pay your bills or give you anything in life. But if Asher catches your lie, he will surely kill you," her mother's voice was firm.

"Then let me rest in peace," Scarlett hung up the call, throwing the phone against the wall with a loud thud. She rested her head on the counter, sobbing even harder.

“Breathe, Scarlett. Crying won't solve your problem. Just breathe,” she muttered to herself, taking deep breaths.

“We are all going to die at some point, so if that jerk decides to kill me, it would be my destiny. That's it. I'm not afraid of anything,” she scrubbed her face with the heel of her hand, erasing the tears as she turned her attention to the baby carriages.

“Hey, my little star, are you alright?” Her tone was soft as she asked sweetly.

I strode into the kitchen, clearing my throat, announcing my presence. I yanked out a chair, dropping into it.

“You haven't made breakfast yet?” I threw a gaze at Scarlett; she raised her eyebrows.

“Am I supposed to cook?” She retorted, confusion etching on her face.

“You usually cook.”

“I think you should hire a maid. I can't cook. I used to order all the food I claimed to have cooked,” Scarlett lied with a straight face. Of course, Scarlynn knew how to cook; she was actually a very good cook. It's shocking that her twin can't cook.

“Please stay with the baby for a few minutes. I need to clean up,” she muttered, already making her way to the bathroom without waiting for my response. This was a great opportunity for me to take some hair from her head for the DNA.

I sprang out of the chair and strode over to the baby carriages, crouching down to her level. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed at her face, the resemblance to me striking. Her black hair, delicate nose, and features mirrored mine.

Should I trust Scarlynn or should I not?

Even if the baby is mine, I won't spare her family, nor am I going to spare Scarlett. She was simply going to pay for her sister's betrayal. I decided to go ahead and do the test, just to make sure.