Mag-log inAmber. We were all seated at the dining table. I passed Zeden a plate of warm pancakes topped with chocolate syrup and fresh strawberries, then carefully placed a spoon in his hand so he could eat without trouble. Suddenly Yulia spoke up. “Zee… Mama said you were going through adult…” She paused, finger under her chin, head tilted as if trying hard to remember the exact words. I knew exactly what she was about to say. “Going through what?” Zam asked in a teasing tone, clearly pretending she didn’t already know. “Yulia, shhh. Can’t you keep secrets?” I laughed, trying to brush it off. “Mama tells you things you don’t have to share with everyone. You’re going to put me in trouble… Here, take more pancakes.” I piled extra ones onto her plate, hoping to distract her. “I have enough,” she pouted. “You can always have plenty. There’s nothing wrong with having too many,” I said. Zam laughed out loud. “And don’t you laugh either,” I said, turning my attention to her. “I have things t
Amber. My legs moved quickly the moment I heard footsteps approaching from inside the bedroom. Zeden and Zam had finished talking. From the quieter tone that followed, it seemed they had finally reached a proper understanding between father and child. I was glad. Truly glad. The tension that had hung over the house for weeks felt a little lighter already. Whatever had been said behind that closed door, I hoped it brought them closer instead of pushing them further apart. I didn’t want to interrupt their moment, so I turned and headed straight for Yulia’s room. She was already up, sitting in front of her mirror. “What are you doing up so early, baby?” I walked over with a soft smile. “I’m combing my hair, Mama,” she answered, twisting her head briefly toward me before turning back to the mirror. “Yes, I can see that, baby.” I gently took the comb from her small hands. “Let me help you.” I began working through her soft strands carefully. “It’s just that you’re up so early
Zeden.“I don’t want to go anywhere else, Papa. Please don’t send me away. I want to be with you. I’m sorry for being so bad. It won’t happen again. I’m sorry… Papa…” She cried out suddenly, her wet, sobbing face pressing against my bare back, tears soaking into my skin.I didn’t turn around right away, letting her words hang in the heavy air between us.“Please… I won’t do anything bad again. I’ll behave from now on. Don’t send me away.” Her hands tightened desperately around my waist. “I won’t take alcohol again. I won’t ever do anything to hurt you again…”When I finally turned, her hands slowly loosened as I faced her. I dropped the bottle onto the floor with a dull thud and cupped her face gently between my palms. Even though my eyes were useless, I could feel her—every tremble, every tear, every soft hitch of her breath.“That’s not the point, princess,” I murmured, my thumbs brushing away the wetness on her cheeks. “I couldn’t stop you because I felt you needed to do some silly
Zeden.“You are not my father…” Each word hit me like a gunshot, scraping straight into my veins.“Enough of this nonsense, Zameera!” I shouted, hurling the torn pieces of the envelope into the air. They scattered across the floor like useless confetti. My blood roared in my ears, hot and furious, pounding through my chest as if it wanted to break free. I hated this moment. I had always known it would come, and I had sworn to myself I would despise every second of it. She was bound to find out eventually, but I had done everything to keep the truth buried—at least for now.“Okay, now what? Huh!” My voice climbed higher as I clamped both hands around her arms. They trembled under my grip, but I didn’t let go. “You want to go looking for your real father? Is that what all this is about? When have I ever failed to take care of you? Tell me. When?!” I demanded. I wasn’t waiting for an answer. Whatever she said next would only feed the rage boiling inside me, and I wasn’t sure I could co
Zeden.I heard her walk further into the room, shutting the door behind her as if trying not to make a sound. The soft click only fueled my anger more—she thought she could control the moment, control me. But I kept my calm, breathing steady, letting the silence stretch between us like a blade.At least I had always known Zam had zero control over her emotions when they boiled over. All of this had started so recently. I had trained her so rigorously not to let feelings cloud her judgment, to stay sharp, composed, unbreakable. She had learned. She had excelled. But who would have thought I’d be facing this version of her now?I could hear the scream building in her throat even though she hadn’t released it yet. Her heartbeat thundered loud enough for me to catch. I could sense her lips trembling, the way her breath hitched. She had too much swirling in that head of hers.“So,” I said, my voice low and controlled as I leaned against the vanity table, half my ass resting on it
Amber.I couldn’t bring myself to tell Zeden what had happened at the dance studio and bookstore, even after he returned from his trip. The guilt sat like a stone in my stomach. I kept waiting for the guards to mention it—they never kept a single thing from him. It was as if they had taken an oath to report every detail, every movement, every whisper, for as long as they drew breath. Their loyalty to Zeden ran deeper than blood.But Zeden had been strangely quiet about it. Even that evening, I couldn’t bring the words to my lips. And the next morning, the secret still burned inside me.Suddenly, noises of voices drifted from behind the door. I tried to slip out of Zeden’s arms, which were wrapped possessively around me in bed, but he drew me back firmly against his chest.“Where the hell are you going?” he asked in a sleepy, gravelly tone. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving to go check on Yulia again. This is the third time now.”“Can’t you hear the voices behind the door?” I whis
Amber.The emptiness in my mouth felt like a sharp, aching loss the moment Zeden pulled his cock free. My lips stayed parted, swollen and slick, tongue still tingling from his taste; salty, hot, addictive. A fresh throb pulsed between my legs, my pussy clenching around nothing, already greedy
Amber.I had been cursed with this nonstop sexual craving.Zeden had dragged me deep into his world, a place where desire never slept and every touch felt like fire.I couldn’t escape it anymore.Tell me why I was already soaked through the fresh panties he had slipped onto me after bathing me ba
Amber.I made small whimpers that tangled pain with shame—the shame that bloomed from wanting him anyway. From craving the very thing that was tearing me open. Lust and hunger twisted inside me until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. How was my body responding so eagerly,
Zeden.I knew exactly what I was doing. Every single second of it. I’d locked away whatever tiny part of me might have felt regret, guilt, anything human. I told myself it was right. Necessary. She’d pushed too far this time. She’d spoken to Enzo Rossi—of all fucking people. That bastard h







