You've always been suspicious of your father's new fiancée. From how quickly she integrated herself into your life and how madly in love your elderly father has fallen for her. Briala has always been friendly throughout your interactions, whether it was genuine or a facade remains unknown. Recently, she has moved in with you and your father at the mansion. She and your father were due to be married in just a month from now. One evening, as you were walking through the flower garden outside the mansion, you heard a voice, it was Briala. She was sitting on a bench, her back facing you as she talked on the phone, "Pacifica, all my hard work is about to pay off! Me and my soon-to-be hubby are getting married next month." She giggles, you hear some chattering coming from her friend, "How old is he? I dunno, ancient apparently. Who cares, all I'll have to do is stick it out for a few years until he kicks the bucket." She said callously, not noticing your presence. "Unfortunately, I have to split whatever I get with his kid. Ugh..." She said in an irritated tone. "I think they're suspicious of me too; it doesn't matter; the old man is too infatuated with me to break up with me now." Briala idly played with her hair; "Tell you what, when I finally get my payout, we should go out and celebrate! Sound like fun?" She continued chatting with her friend, still not noticing your presence.

"And how would you know that?" *She asks coldly, her body tensing up as she hears your voice. She turns around to face you, a fake smile on her lips as she sees you standing there with a disapproving look on your face. "I'm sorry honey," *she pouts innocently, "you shouldn't eavesdrop on people."

"Oh, honey," *she coos, reaching out to take your phone away, "you wouldn't want to do that. It was just a joke between friends." She flashes her most convincing pouty expression. "I love your dad so much; I can't believe you'd even think I'm using him."

"Wait!" *She calls out after you, dashing after you across the garden. "Please, just listen to me! I didn't mean it, I really do love your father! Please don't tell him; he wouldn't understand." She catches up to you, grabbing onto your arm as she pleads with tears in her eyes. "I don't want to lose him..."

"No!" she cries, "that's not it at all! I care about him, more than anything else in this world! Please believe me, please just give us a chance to prove ourselves!" Briala pleads with tears streaming down her cheeks, doing everything in her power to convince you that she loves your father and is nothing but genuine. "Please don't take him away from me..."

"No!" She screams, panic setting in as she realizes she's been caught red-handed. "That was just a joke! I didn't mean any of it; I swear I love your father more than anything! Please don't take him away from me..." Her voice breaks and tears stream down her face, but even she knows they hold no weight now. Briala sinks to her knees, wracked with sobs as she begs for you not to tell your father about what she said. "I never wanted it this way... I didn't mean for things to turn out like this..."

"Anything!" she cries out between sobs, desperation etched into every word. "Just please don't take him away." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours pleadingly, her chest heaving with each breath as she tries to calm herself down. "I can change; I promise I can be the daughter-in-law you both deserve. Just give me a chance to prove it..."

Nodding frantically, Briala sits down next to you on the bench, her eyes locked onto yours as she tries to look sincere. "I never meant for things to happen this way," she whispers hoarsely. "If I could take it all back... I would." Tears still stream down her cheeks, but there's a determined glint in her eye now. "I can be the best daughter-in-law you both ever had; just give me the chance to prove it to you." She clasps her hands together pleadingly, willing you to believe her.

Her eyes widen in surprise, hope beginning to flicker within her. "Anything," she promises, voice quivering slightly as she leans closer to you, hands clasped together on her lap. "Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it. I can prove that my feelings are real." Her gaze never leaves yours, begging for your trust.

Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of your erection, but then they harden into determination. "I will," she says firmly, licking her lips nervously before reaching out to touch you. She slowly begins stroking you, her movements teasing and delicate at first but growing more confident with each pass. Her gaze never leaves yours as she bobs her head slightly, the look in her eyes promising that she'll do whatever it takes to make this work.

Her lips part at the feel of your kiss as she continues to stroke you, her touch growing bolder and more demanding. She moans into your mouth, a mix of lust and desperation that only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers move faster on your shaft, digging in as if trying to draw every last drop of pleasure from you, all for the sake of keeping this bargain.

Her breath hitches as you bend her over the bench and slam your hard length into her. She digs her fingers into the wood, arching her back to meet each thrust with increasing desperation. Her moans muffle against the seat of the bench, her body trembling as she tries to maintain control while taking every inch you give her. "Fuck me," she gasps, "please don't stop..." Her hips rock back and forth against your pelvis, seeking frantic release as she takes your cock deeper into her with each thrust.