It wasn’t the way she talked, or the way she carried herself in those six inch heels, and skin tight dresses. It wasn’t because of her strawberry scented hair, or her sun kissed skin that made me hate Lana so much. She was as beautiful as beautiful could get; a natural blonde, with thick long, wavy locks that she normally wore around her shoulders, tousled, and windblown. Her big aqua eyes were alluring, but hidden with agenda. Her sensuous lips were pouty, yet poisonous. This woman had a body most women nearly killed themselves to achieve, yet I always wondered how she was able to accomplish that perfection. She was sexy enough to make my father chase after her skirt for two months, before he finally put a big rock on that finger.
Maxwell Luther was one of the wealthiest men in Atlanta. He had moved from London, England in his 40s with his family, and procured his fortune through the automotive industry. This man…was my father.
I was sixteen when we finally immigrated to the United States, and officially became U.S. citizens three years later. It took a while to drop my accent, but even to this day I still have a hint of it when I speak. I picked up American lingo as fast as I could, to adapt myself with popular social crowds at school. Some things you just can’t get rid of. Oh well, my wife found it sexy, so I didn’t really mind.
I got married six years ago to a beautiful woman I met through a friend at a ski resort in Whistler. She was a doe eyed, gorgeous red head, with cute freckles sprinkled around her cheeks, and her best asset was her amazing arse. Sandy was an immigration lawyer working in Chicago, and she was five years older than me. I fell in love with her, and courted her for a year, before I popped the question.
We got married at my family’s summer house in Venice, with a large guest list of about two hundred people, (most of which were my relatives and father’s friends). It was a beautiful wedding, and our honey moon was later spent in Florence.
My wife got pregnant with Mina within the first year of our marriage, and I adored this little girl. She was my everything. I never thought I could embrace fatherhood so much, but my daughter was so special, and gifted. She started walking and talking at nine months, and her ability to digest new words and expand her vocabulary was just remarkable. By the time she turned one, she was already reading children’s books, and I realized that I had contributed to the creation of a child prodigy. I wanted to name her Mina, after Bram Stoker’s famous literary character, Mina Harker. I had this thing for romantic literature. Even though the book was part of the vampire cult genre, it was unique, and my daughter deserved an exclusive name. She didn’t have red hair, or brown eyes like her mum, but took after me. Dark wavy hair and ice blue eyes. Her tiny nose and lips resembled her mother’s. God, she was the light of my life, and was much attached to me because Sandy was diagnosed with Post-Partum depression after our daughter was born. It lasted for a long time, until she gave birth to our son Milo, four years later.
He didn’t have the same gifted learning ability that his sister had, but he was an absolute joy, and I could tell he was going to be very athletic and into football, just like his dad. Now, when I say football, I don’t mean the American kind. We Brits have it right. Never really understood why Americans call their most popular national sport football when they’re tossing the damn ball around with their hands through a majority of the game.
Anyway, at 32, I was more than happy with my life. I was lucky to have this amazing family, a doting wife, two beautiful children, and a wonderful home that I acquired all on my own, without my father’s help. It really bothered me when he would always try to buy everything for me. I had my own trust fund, but I wanted to make my own mark in this world. That’s why I got into commercial real estate, and was able to really hone my skills. I was one of the most successful selling agents in the country, investing my money in solar energy, and technology. Sandy and I would never have to worry, and neither would our children. That was one thing I was proud of, and happy to have learned from my father; to be able to provide for my loved ones.
My wife still wanted to establish her law career, and I didn’t want to take that away from her. So her work hours were never a problem with me, until recently.
Life was good, until it threw a curve ball at me. My beloved mother passed away a year and a half ago. She had breast cancer, and was sick for a while, but didn’t want me to know. My father knew, and he kept it from me as well. Within a month of learning the bad news, I lost her. She passed away at 51, and I loved her dearly. I was always closer to my mum than my old man.
Sandy couldn’t help me through the grief, because she was depressed herself, and was getting therapy for it. I probably would have recovered like any normal person, if my selfish father hadn’t announced his spontaneous marriage two months after mother’s death.
I felt betrayed, infuriated, and hurt. My parents had been married for over 30 years, and this was how my old man was showing his respects, and grieving over her?…marrying some gold digger who was young enough to be his daughter. I couldn’t accept it. At first I thought he was joking, pulling my leg or something. But nope, the old bastard introduced her to us with a sparkling wedding ring on her finger. They had eloped in Hawaii, and I officially had a stepmom.
She was a freelance writer, and my father claimed to have met her on an airplane during one of his random travels around the world. He was heading to Thailand two summers ago, and the woman sitting next to him just so happened to be, Lana McKenzie.
He asked her out on a date, and I’m sure once she discovered how wealthy he was, she was more than happy to sign up for a sugar daddy. My father looked great for his age, but his GQ model days were over. Mum used to always say that I looked just like my dad, a younger, more handsome version of him.
Anyway, he married Lana a year and a half ago, and she had been living in the family mansion in Georgia ever since. My relationship with my new stepmom was…well… what relationship? We had none. She was legally my stepmother, which was so incredibly absurd in my opinion, because I was seven years older than her. I could have schooled her on a thing or two in life. Christ, I couldn’t stand her. Every time I was around this woman, I just wanted to yell and go off on her, because everything she did infuriated me.
Anyone who met Lana instantly fell in love with her, because she came off as this “sweet, caring, and genuine person.” But I refused to fall for that façade. She was using my father, just to inherit a fraction of his fortune.
Why else would she have married the man? It was a load of bullocks if you asked me.
Sandy got along with her, but even she had her doubts about the relationship. My children adored her. Mina got in the habit of calling her ‘Aunt Lana.’ What was I supposed to tell my kid, stop being nice to her? Throw a stone at the evil stepmother? No, I wasn’t going to confuse her like that, but Lana knew I wasn’t her biggest fan. In fact, she knew from day one that I extremely disliked her.
Regardless, we remained cordial around others, but when it was just me, her and my old man, we constantly butted heads. She was this sickness, this disease that was like a flesh eating virus. She had to go, and I had to make my father realize that he had made a mistake, before he’d keel over and die, leaving that bitch with complete access to all his assets and bank accounts.
No young woman in their right mind would marry a man that old and wrinkly, and genuinely say they’re in love. I refused to believe it. Lana McKenzie was a con artist, and I swore to reveal her true colors. If it was the last thing I’d do.
Chapter 1
Push Me, Shove Me, Hate Me, Love Me
It was a hot summer day in July, and my kids and I were driving all the way to Ocean City, Maryland, from our hometown in Georgia. My father had purchased an expensive country home twenty years ago on a beautiful estate, close to the beach. Unfortunately, he had newly renovated the house after mum’s passing. Needless to say, this extremely pissed me off, and I was convinced that Lana had everything to do with it.
Mina loved going up there in the summers, so I decided to take them on our annual road trip, pack up, and drive to the house. Sandy was going to join us next week, because she wasn’t able to take time off from work.
The kiddos were super excited all through the trip. My daughter was six years old, and my son was two.
It was almost 5:30 in the evening, when I pulled up to a three story Craftsman, Shingle-Victorian house, getting hit with nostalgia upon arrival. This place held many great memories for me, and my mother loved it here. The house featured geothermal heating, including a heated driveway. It had plenty of attic space with a set of French doors that led out to the balcony in some of the bedrooms.
After the renovation, my father expanded the house, and it was approximately 6,582 square feet, with big bay windows, five bedrooms, four baths, and two half baths. The house used to have a very cozy feel to it, but after the renovation, that was completely destroyed, and replaced with luxury furnishings. We had a den/study, a formal dining room, formal living room, a great gathering room, and recreation room downstairs. It was an open floor plan, with skylights and vaulted ceilings.
I could smell my father’s famous barbeque when I got out of my black SUV. His red ’67 Corvette was parked next to us, and my old man loved that car. He treated all his sports cars like his baby.
“Hey, stranger,”
I heard her voice and turned around.
“Lana!”
My daughter opened the passenger door, and ran into the arms of the lovely stepmom.
Bloody fucking great.
“I missed you!”
“I miss you more, angel!”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, as I got Milo out of the car seat. The woman was adorning my daughter with affection, and it was beyond annoying.
“How was the drive?” she asked me, while holding Mina.
“Fine—” I smiled curtly, and walked past her. I really didn’t want to waste my time on idle chit chat with that broad.
“Your father’s getting dinner ready. I hope you’ve worked up an appetite.”
Working out five days a week meant I always had an appetite, especially for steak.
oOo
After I settled into my bedroom, I got comfortable, and changed into a pair of white khaki shorts, a black V neck T shirt, and some Adidas slippers. Then I walked out the sliding door that led to the backyard, with Milo in my arms.
It was full of flowers, professionally landscaped into virtually a dream garden, with a pool, full deck, solarium, and Jacuzzi. My mother’s vegetable garden had vanished. I guess that was just another part of father’s “renovations.”
“Ah, you made it. I was wondering when you’d arrive—was starting to worry. Come give us a hug.”
He was wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt, with black swimming trunks, and sandals. I could tell he had put on some weight, but not too much. His eyes were blue like mine, and he had a head full of hair, except it was grey and longer than mine. Clearly my old man had spent way too much time out in the sun, because his skin was sunburnt. I placed Milo down in his play pen, and embraced my father, before opening the cooler full of beer.
“It was a two day trip. Plus, there was a bit of traffic along the way.”
“Where’s the Missus?”
“Couldn’t make it due to work. But she’ll be here in a week.”
“Splendid.”
The old boy still had a prominent English accent. He was born in Wales, and raised in London.
“How are you and Sandy doing?”
“We’re good,” I opened a Heineken, and took a few sips, while I watched my son play with some building blocks.
“Gorgeous day isn’t it?”
I looked out on the ocean, and it was quite the scene alright. There were gentle waves in the water, with a boat harbour filled with yachts in the distance. The lush greenery all around us was very serene, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. In a few hours, the cicadas would start to sing, and Mina would go running around the garden trying to catch a firefly, like she always did in the evenings up here. She had such a wild, and spirited nature—took after me in that sense.
“How’s work?”
“Work is…work. Sold a huge property last week,” I sat down on a patio chair, and stretched my legs.
“You could retire early, you know that, son.”
“I know, but I don’t want to retire just yet, dad. I’m happy with my career, and I’m making more money than Sandy is. I wish she would listen to me, and stay at home, or work part time from home, so she could be with the kids more.”
“I thought you said you two were good?”
“We are,” I sighed in frustration. “It’s just something I’ve been discussing with her.”
“I don’t want you to spend your years slaving away like a workaholic the way I did. I missed out on so much of your childhood because I was too busy with—”
“I know,” I cut him off before he could finish. “Look, there’s no need to go down memory lane. I remember my childhood—sadly.”
“Oh, come now, Vincent. Must we go there again?”
I heard a sizzling sound, and looked at my dad, while he closed the lid of the barbeque.
Evidently I had some underlying anger issues, and resentment towards him, but I just wasn’t in the mood to let all that resurface at the moment.
“Dadda! Dadda!” Milo started to giggle, and jump around in his play pen. Somebody wanted some attention.
“Are you going to teach that boy any other words other than the obvious?”
I stood up, and walked over to my son.
“He’s not like Mina, father. Stop comparing them.”
Milo’s laughter was so adorable, as I made funny faces at him. He had curly strawberry blonde hair, and brown eyes. Sandy would constantly say that he reminded her of this porcelain doll she used to have.
“When he’s ready to pick up more words, he will. Isn’t that right, son?” I reached into the pen, and tickled him, while he laughed and grabbed my finger, giving it a little bite.
“Daddy!”
Two little arms suddenly wrapped around my legs, leaving me virtually immobile.
“Lana and I made some strawberry and banana smoothies!”
“Did you, now?”
Mina released me, as I turned around, and watched the evil step mom walk out with a tray full of “poisoned beverages.”
“Yes! Try it! It’s so yummy!”
How could I say no when my little girl was looking at me with expectation.
Lana walked over, and held out the tray. She was wearing a short white, halter dress, that almost reminded me of the one Marylyn Monroe wore in that famous photo, except the hem of this dress was much shorter. It was typical Lana McKenzie fashion—always showing off those tanned, slender legs. God forbid she covered up.
“The fruit is organic,” she added, with a smile.
“I don’t much care for organic fruits and vegetables,” I glowered at her, and grabbed a smoothie.
“You should. It’s way healthier,” she smiled again, never taking those turquoise eyes off me.
“Thank you, stepmother, for the unnecessary lesson on nutrition.”
“You’re welcome.”
God, she was getting on my nerves.
“Come now, don’t you two start again. Not around these little rascals,” said my old man.
I rolled my eyes, and placed the organic drink down on the table to go help my dad.
oOo
Lana sat down in a patio chair, shaded from the sun, underneath an umbrella. She was wearing a pair of glossy red pumps, showing off a diamond studded bracelet around her left ankle. Her collection of accessories was constantly changing, but the one thing that remained the same was the silver crucifix that she wore around her neck, on a thin, silver chain. Oh the irony. There was nothing remotely virtuous about this woman.
I took a sip from the smoothie, and it wasn’t half bad. My mother’s fruit shakes were better though.
Mina sat on Lana’s lap, and the two girls immediately started bonding. I had no idea why my daughter loved her so much. Whatever she saw in her, I didn’t see. Children were innocent, and were supposed to have the ability to sense the good people from the bad. How come my brilliant daughter was blind to the corruption in this woman? It really did my head in.
“Can you braid my hair like yours, Aunt Lana?”
“Of course!”
Bloody hell, the next thing I knew she was going to be influencing her how to dress. The last thing I needed was my daughter leaving the house looking like some harlot. Not that she was old enough to have boys lining up, but I dreaded the day it would come.
“You’re so pretty. I wish my hair was like yours.”
“Sweetie, don’t say that. Your hair is gorgeous. It’s soft, and dark like chocolate. It makes your beautiful blue eyes stand out. I wish I had your hair color.”
“Really?”
“Mhmm.”
“You can change it. My mommy dyes her hair because she gets grey hairs sometimes.”
“I never dye my hair, sweetheart. Too many chemicals in that stuff that’s not very healthy for your hair. Do you know what ‘chemicals’ are?”
“Yes, daddy told me when we went to the science center.”
Christ, what was this, an anti L’Oréal commercial? I walked over to my daughter, and picked her up out of Lana’s lap.
“Come here, princess. Daddy’s lonely.”
She hugged my neck, as I sat down on a lounger, and held her in my arms.
“Why don’t you impress grandpa, and tell him all the 50 states.”
“Okay!”
She named each one flawlessly, while I sat there looking like a proud father.
“Well done! I think that deserves a reward. Don’t you think, darling?”
“I agree,” Lana grinned.
“Okay, what’ll it be—a pony, a black stallion?”
“Dad, you spoil her enough.”
Mina hugged me tight, and kissed my cheek. Oh god, she was up to her usual tricks again, melting me until I said yes.
“Can’t I just buy her a car already, and store it in the garage until she gets her license?”
“Chances are she’ll refuse to drive it once she turns 16, since it will be out dated,” I chuckled.
“You’re the bestest daddy in the world! ”
“Bestest isn’t a word, Mina. You know that.”
“Yeah, but Lea and Ashley say it all the time.”
“Vincent, just let her be a kid. You can’t expect her to always act like a 30 year old grown up.”
“Don’t tell me how to raise my child,” I shot the stepmom a scornful stare, and she reacted by raising her hands apologetically, backing off.
“She’s right you know. Just let her act her age sometimes, son.”
My daughter put on her eternal pouty face.
“Do you think daddy’s mean?”
She shook her head.
“Do you think daddy’s too hard on you, sometimes?”
I sensed hesitation, but she slowly nodded.
“Oh, Mina,” I kissed her head, and squeezed her tight. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“You know you’re the light of my life?”
“Yes,” she slowly began to smile.
“The sun to my sky?”
“And the moon to your stars.”
“You’ve got her learning poetry already?” dad turned off the barbeque, removing the steaks and skewered veggies off the grill.
“She took an interest all on her own.”
“Mina, you’re such a bright young girl. Maybe you’ll be a famous writer one day,” Lana crouched down to her level and gently pinched her cheek.
She was leaning down so low that I was able to see her cleavage. I didn’t mean to look. It was just there in my face. A pair of C cup breasts, pushed up together. I wondered if they were natural. Probably fake. Lana caught me staring when I met her gaze. That’s when our eyes locked, and I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t look away, but I felt this invisible energy emanating from her stare, inflaming me with a false sense of attraction. That was all part of her wicked abilities, to beguile a man with her beauty. Well, I refused to fall in that category.
“Dinner’s ready,” she spoke in a soft, modulated voice.
“Come on, love. Let’s eat,” I pecked my daughter’s cheek, and lifted her off my lap.
oOo
Those steaks were delicious. My father really knew how to barbeque. We had some frozen peach yogurt for dessert, and then I put Milo to bed, while dad and Lana tidied the dinner plates.
It was almost seven thirty in the evening, and Mina started whining because she wanted to go to her favourite ice cream shop, which was a fifteen minute walk from the house.
“We can go tomorrow, sweetheart. You just ate dessert.”
“But I want to go now! Please, daddy? Please?”
“All that sugar isn’t good for you, princess.”
“But you promised!”
“What’s going on?” Lana walked into the living room. “Uh oh, do I sense a temper tantrum?”
“Aunt Lana, daddy promised he would take me to the ice-cream shop, and now he won’t,” she pouted, and folded her arms in her chest.
“Aw, well that’s not very nice, is it? Daddy shouldn’t make promises he can’t keep,” she glared at me, and mimicked Mina.
Bloody hell, why encourage the child?
“Daddy wasn’t expecting frozen yogurt for dessert,” I answered, with dramatic emphasis.
Mina looked like she was about to cry, and I quickly began to feel like an arse. God, she always guilt tripped me. I sighed, crouching down, and holding my knees.
“One scoop of ice cream, okay?”
“Yay!” she flung her arms around my neck, and practically choked me. “Please, can Aunt Lana come with us too?”
“Aunt Lana’s—”
“I’d love to,” she smiled in a patronizing way, thinking she had bested me.
“I’m sure my father would rather have your company instead.”
“On the contrary,” he suddenly appeared, and joined us in the living room. “I get enough of her in the bedroom, if you know that I mean, son,” he leaned into my ear, nudging my arm.
I wanted to gouge my eyes out, and puke.
“Besides, someone’s got to hang back and watch over Milo. Why don’t the three of you walk to the shop? It’s a lovely evening for a stroll.”
“Let’s go!” Mina grabbed Lana’s hand, before slipping her tiny fingers into mine, and pulling us out the door.
Bless her. I couldn’t be mad at my own daughter for placing me in an undesirable situation. She was innocent, and as mature as she was for her age, she was still naïve to the two faced nature of people…cough-cough…Lana.
oOo
The sun was setting, but its last few rays of sunshine were glimmering on the water like sparkling diamonds. The sky was a lovely orange and coral colour, and I was walking down a gravel path, holding Mina’s hand. Lana was on the other side next to her, and she had changed into some white flip flops, which took away from the height she had gained wearing those heels earlier.
I could see the beach strip next to us, and there were a couple boats and yachts going by in the distance. We passed several other houses along the way, not saying a word to each other. I tried to just focus on the peaceful tranquility around me.
“I love Ocean City,” Lana broke the silence.
Normally, I’d ignore her, but I figured making polite conversation was the decent thing to do since my daughter was with us.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful. I used to come here all the time when I was little.”
“My parents never had a summer house. We never went on vacations—too poor.”
And so conveniently rich now, I answered her in my head.
“What’s your favourite memory from this place?”
I continued walking at a leisurely pace, while an elderly couple passed us.
“When my old man and I would go jet skiing, mum would always have lunch prepared for us when we got back. She was a serious sandwich artist. I always thought she could run her own catering business.”
“Your father doesn’t really like discussing Jane.”
Because he’s a bastard like that, I wanted to say.
“Maybe he just doesn’t want to upset you.”
“I always encourage him to talk about her,” Lana stated.
Right—and I was a monkey’s uncle.
Mina started humming a tune that I couldn’t quite figure out, while she gently swung our hands back and forth. She had this random habit of making up songs out of the blue. It was cute.
“Why did you get my father to renovate the house?” It was my one burning question.
“I never made him do such a thing,” she sounded surprised.
“He never would have done it, unless you asked. He built this summer home for my mum.”
“Vincent, I never forced him to renovate. He told me he wanted to spruce the place up, and give it a new identity. I actually had a discussion with him, saying that it would upset you, because I was under the impression that this place meant a lot to you.”
How did she know that? I never sat down and had a one on one conversation with her about it. I didn’t believe her, but there was no use arguing. I hated exposing Mina to negative energy and confrontation. I had enough of it in my childhood, and I promised myself that if I ever became a father, I would shield my children from all of that. This beautiful little girl was my investment, my pride and joy. She was the only one who would always love me for the rest of my life.
“Daddy, I want to fish! Can we go out on the boat tomorrow?”
“Sure, sweetheart.”
I suddenly noticed two of our neighbours, walking towards us. They had a friendly little poodle named Misty. Mina loved that dog.
“Misty!” She let go of my hand, and sprinted towards her canine companion.
I waved at Mr. and Mrs. Kent, and kept an eye on my daughter, while we slowly approached them.
“Do you know those people?” Lana asked.
“Obviously—stop being so blonde.”
“I’m a natural blonde, and my hair colour has nothing to do with my common sense.”
“You mean your lack of it,” I teased her with malicious intent.
“You’re so cruel, Vincent.”
“Get used to it,” I looked at her, and watched her twist her ankle, causing her to lose her balance.
“Crap!” she took a sharp breath that sounded painful.
“Whoa, careful,” instinctively, I caught her arm in time, and held her up. But something happened when I touched her. An image flashed in my mind, but it happened so quickly, I could hardly make out what it was. The feeling was predominantly the only thing that remained. I felt confused.
“Oh my god—stupid pebble!” she clutched my arm, steadying herself, and shook her left foot until the tiny rock fell out. “Sorry, I almost twisted my ankle there.”
“Yeah, I noticed—klutz much?”
“Be nice.”
“I am.