Daddy’s Little Secret
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Disowned for choosing his passion over the life his foster parents planned for him, Damian is left with nothing but his talent and a gnawing fear that it won’t be enough. When a friend offers him a place to stay in his father’s extravagant mansion, Damian allows himself to hope—just a little—that this might be his way back on his feet.
Then he meets Nickolai.
Nickolai is powerful, attentive, and unsettling in the way he sees straight through Damian’s defenses. He offers help, connections, a future Damian has only ever dreamed of—but the price is intimacy Damian isn’t sure he’s ready to give. The line between opportunity and desire blurs, and loneliness makes the choice harder to refuse.
Caught between wanting more and wanting him, Damian gives in. What starts as an agreement slowly turns into something deeper, more dangerous. Unspoken feelings linger, guilt settles in, and a secret from their shared past—one Damian has tried desperately to forget—threatens to surface.
As attraction grows and the stakes rise, Damian must decide how much of himself he’s willing to lose for love, ambition, and survival. Because some secrets don’t just ruin careers… they break people.
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Chapter: Chapter 5: A lifetime offerThe first notification felt like a mistake.I was staring at my screen when the red banner appeared.SOLD OUT.I blinked.Refreshed the page.Then it appeared again and this time I wasn’t dreaming SOLD OUT.Then another.My hands started trembling over the mouse. I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t breathe. Every canvas I had poured myself into — every sleepless night, every brushstroke that felt like bleeding onto linen — disappearing in real time.Sold.The numbers kept climbing. The site lagged. My inbox flooded.I stood up so abruptly my chair rolled back and hit the wall.“Damian,” I whispered to myself. “You did it.”A laugh tore out of me — sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. For months I had painted in silence. In doubt. Wondering if I was delusional for thinking the world would ever care.Now the world was buying me.My chest tightened. Not with fear.With power. It felt so good My phone buzzed relentlessly. Messages. Galleries. Interviews. Unknown numbers. My name was tre
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Chapter 4: LoveNickolai’s POVDerek and I walked away with Damian’s face all over my head. Derek explained they were both colleagues at work, before he woke up and made his mind to go for what he loved. He looked different. Like he wasn’t meant to be there. He looked like he was just there for the main time. He looked like he was missing something. He looked scared, too scared to meet my eyes, too scared to even shake me like he was going to dirty my hands and clothes. I was going to go back there and get more information about him. He piqued my interest in ways I did not expect and I suddenly wanted to know about him. But I had a meeting to attend. Marie walked into the room with a smile and a skirt that could be mistaken for a short. “Good morning boss,” she smiled deeply, her cheeks punctuating the little dimple close to her mouth.“Good morning Mar,” I sighed. “How is today going to be like?” She explained every meeting and donations I had to be at, but I wasn’t sure if I was meant to be
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Chapter 3: First MeetingDamian’s POVFOUR WEEKS LATER I had been in my room since I arrived. Derek knocked on the door several times before leaving for work. Today was an exception— he was still standing outside the door. “Open up,” he nudged me, his thick accent echoing around the empty mansion. I walked over and pulled the door open. He stood there in his scrubs battered and tired, exhausted, dark circles forming beneath his eyes. “How have you been?” He asked softly, touching my shoulders, squeezing gently against the shoulder bone. I pushed my hair back and ruffled it. It had been weeks—weeks of trying to map out every single thing, uploading my artwork on countless sites for people to notice and buy. But, there was nobody to buy. Nobody was getting it. I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. I felt I was staying for way too long. He understood. “I brought us some meals.”“Let’s go and eat,” he moved away, walking towards the stairs. I slipped a shirt over my body. And went downstairs, this ti
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Chapter 2: HomelessDamian’s POVAs soon as I reached the room, I picked up my phone. I needed a place to sleep tonight. I packed a few things, Nolan slowly helped me, silently folding clothes and handing them to me like he knew words would only make this harder. I picked up my bag and left through the back door without informing them. I grabbed my coat, my hands trembling slightly. I was ready for this. Or at least I kept telling myself I was.I walked out through the gate, leaving behind the only car that I had once loved and cherished—the one my parents gave me when I entered medical school. I walked out of the house for the last time, leaving behind the house I had spent most of the beautiful memories I had after staying at a foster home for some time. I sighed, the sound heavy and broken. I walked through the streets of New York, looking for a cab I could hail hoping to get to the best hotels that were available. As everyone passed through the street. I couldn’t bring myself to think about
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Chapter 1: DisapprovalDamian’s POVSilence stretched taut across the room, a moth could be heard once it flapped its wings across the room. The food that was prepared by my mother tasted bitter in my mouth. Something that hardly ever happened. My mother was a splitting image of my brother. Olive skin. Blue eyes and hair that could pass as a bright red colour. Every cutlery clutching against the porcelain plates created goosebumps that travelled across my skin. My father focused on his newspaper, using his left hand to guard his paper and the other hand to eat his food. I sighed silently. “How was England?” They went there for a conference that my dad held for all the doctors across the country. I couldn’t go there because of work at the hospital. My mum looked up from her food, smiled at him. That was a beautiful way of telling me she enjoyed the trip. My dad’s eyes still focused on the paper, he nodded his head. Mum finally spoke up. “It was a beautiful conference.” She paused, as she dropped the
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
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