SEDUCING THE ROMAN FATHER

***NOTE FROM AUTHOR***

Hi babes, first of all, thank you for clicking on this story. I am so grateful and excited to share with you my work. But before you start reading there are a few stuff I want to tell you.

1. This story is not completely edited so might contain typos though they are just a few.

2. This story contains slight mature scenes but it's suitable for ages 16 and above

3. ******** or *** symbolizes time changes i.e( flashbacks, end of flashbacks) or change of Point of View(POV)

4. This story is not about a seriously dedicated Priest. It's mostly about a playboy who turned into a priest.

5. Kindly recommend this story to friends. I won't disappoint you with daily updates

I think that should be it. But I will update this note if anything comes along.

Thank you and Enjoy

CHAPTER ONE

***Emily's P.O.V***

"Hahahaha, you think you are beautiful, you think he likes you. You are so funny. No guy will ever love you. You thought Martin would marry you. you disgust him, you are so ugly. Even A blind man can clearly see that a pig has better taste than you.Hahahaha."

"Mummy! mummy! mummy!" "Please don't let me go."

"Mummy! mummy! please let me live."

"Mummy!"

I awoke from a nightmare I have been having every night for five years. Filled in sweat, recalling my sister calling me ugly and a little boy whose arms were opened and walking towards me like a zombie calling me his mum. Even though I have been living with this nightmare for five years it still manages to shake me just like when it first started. I couldn't go back to sleep which made me ponder over what I ever did to them to deserve this treatment. Am I that ugly like how Andrea said it to be? what has she gotten that I don't have? It has always been this way. She got all the favors and most love from our parents and family. She had a lot of friends and boyfriends and was popular in school while I was the nerd everyone looked down upon.

When we were little, she always showed me love while she put every blame on me to my parents behind my back. She was the real version of a snake under grass. But so sad for me I was too young to understand. I found it quite hard to understand why she pretended not to see her friends bullying me when we were in high school but came to comfort me to stop crying when they hurt me, making me believe she was the best and perfect big sister.

My parents used to buy her only the latest version of everything be it clothes, games, toys, shoes, and bags, and made her pass her older ones to me. She always gets to have whatever she wanted while I get to have stuff only on my birthday and Christmas. So I get new additions to my stuff twice a year. Being with wealthy parents, one shouldn't be able to count my clothes and toys but sadly they can. Even on their fingers. Thinking about that now made the tears flow down my face uncontrollably.

The only thing that made me happy was my parents' affection. Of course, it's not as great as theirs for Andrea but can I complain? At least they didn't leave me to starve or die.

I looked outside and realized it's still early. I led my body to the kitchen to brew coffee hoping that it would calm me down. I still needed to get back to bed which will be impossible when I take in coffee but I couldn't help it. My nerves were everywhere. Today won't be a good day for me.

"When have you ever had a good day". My conscience asked me.

"You are right, I have even forgotten what a good day feels like".

I answered talking to no one but myself which I am fond of doing for the past years: I am the same foolish girl.

Martin, the name I hate the most. I was once so in love with this name that I worshiped it. I used it as passwords for everything and was even so childish to ship our names. I fell so in love with him but he was the same person that broke me. He knew I was vulnerable but went on to break me into unfixable pieces. The heart of a human is so wicked. I cursed that wonderful day I met him. Six years ago, I used to think that day was the best day of my life but little did I know it was set to disturb my quiet life.

***Flashback***

"I hate that bitch sister of yours."

My best Friend Edna complained.

"It's so hard to believe you guys came from the same parents. She is nothing like you."

"Eddy please save it."

"How many times do I have to tell you that no one talks about my sister that way in front of me."

"If you still wanna continue being my friend shush it and save your comment. You don't know her and because you don't like her doesn't mean she is a bitch. I will prefer if we don't talk about her."

I said slightly pissed making it evident to her that I was not happy with her comment about Andrea.

"I am sorry Emi, I didn't mean to upset you but I feel bad and angry that she doesn't stop her friends from treating you badly with all the popularity and power she has in this school."

"I understand you Eddy, believe me, she always tries for me."

"Guess her friends are persistent in making life difficult for me. I have known this since high school and I am used to it."

Bell rings

"Got to go. Will catch up with you after school. Take care and stay out of trouble."

I winked at her knowing her very well that she doesn't allow even the tiniest provocative comment escape her. Won't be surprised if I see her clothed in food. She is good with food fights and always getting detention. That's a poor characteristic for a medical student. I pity her, she can't help herself though.

Class went by smoothly and I was able to understand everything thought by professor Grey. He is both a professor and a medical doctor so he is very knowledgeable and influential in the medical area. I am sure that will fetch him a good deal of money. He is quite rich considering rumors going around that he bought a Mercedes Benz for his daughter who recently started high school. Damn even dad hasn't gotten a car for Andrea.

I am quite surprised why she hasn't requested one.

"Watch where you are going stupid!"

Melissa, Andrea's friend said, hitting me with her shoulders making the books I was holding fall to the floor scattering them in the process. I looked up and was met with a devilish grin on her face. I so wish I could wipe that from her face. Why does Andrea make friends with these people? They are wicked spoiled brats that bully her sister. I tried picking up my books but Melissa grabbed my cheeks forcing me to look back at her.

"Listen you bitch, no one ignores me when I am talking. I expect you to look at me and listen."

I forced her to take her grip off me but that resulted in her pushing me to the floor. I felt extreme pain and anger within me but I contained them and let it pass due to the fact that she was not alone. Seeing me crying, they laughed at me telling me how weak I am and how I can never be like them.

And who even gave them that idea that I want to be a devil like them? I prefer being my angel thank you bitches. I mentally screamed.

"Are you alright?"

I looked up to put a face for the angelic voice I heard and was met with the face of a beautiful blond-haired guy. Beautiful because he was more feminine than muscular. He had a beautiful set of green eyes with a hint of hazel in them. He was at least 6 feet 2 tall and the blue T-shirt that he wore brought out the beauty of his eyes. For a moment I forgot how to speak and I wonder whether I have lost my voice. I looked at his lips and imagined how it will feel like kissing them. Is this what is called love at first sight?

"Are you okay?"

I was brought out of my daydreaming by his question. I just nodded, unable to find my voice.

"I am Martin... Martin Diaz"

"N-nice to meet you."

I shuttered when I found my voice. I mentally face palmed myself. Now he thinks I have a crush on him. I knew that by the huge grin on his face.

We gathered my books and exchanged contacts. From that day on, we became inseparable. We did everything together. I couldn't be happier. I was so in love with him that I became more dress conscious. We went on so many dates and we exchanged promise rings. His name became a song to and a god to me. I started to write his surname with my name at the back of my books.

***End of flashback***

Remembering those days brought so many lovely memories but also hurt, anger, and pain that I have been pushing away for five years. I became afraid of humans and never liked the thought of dates and marriage again. I knew my time with him was childish but that is what has molded me into what I am today: a broken soulless being.