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Chapter 74 Not alone anymore
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2026-04-26 11:09:29
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But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 91 The woman from the photo
***Olivia’s POV*** I didn't go back to my room. Instead, I practically stumbled into the art room, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to hold the tears in. I grabbed my sketchbook and sat by the window, staring out at the garden where Chandler and I used to talk a lot about random things. My hands were trembling so hard I could barely hold the pencil. I started sketching, but it was just a mess of dark, chaotic lines. Ex-wife. That’s what he said. But she was in there. She was Mrs. Stirling. She was the woman who had a history with him that I could never touch. She shared a child with him. She shared a name. The door to the art room creaked open, and I didn't even look up. I just wiped a stray tear from my cheek with the back of my hand, my voice coming in shaky and defensive. "I don't want to talk right now, Chandler." "Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude." The voice wasn't Chandler's deep and commanding tone. It was feminine, light, and had a soft Briti
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 90 Unexpected visitor
***Olivia's POV*** I just stood there, my mouth hanging open, staring at him like he had just spoken a foreign language. Ex-wife. My brain was scrambling, trying to make sense of the photo I saw in his wallet and the man standing in front of me who looked more annoyed than anything else. "Ex-wife?" I finally managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. "What... since when?" "I’m only going to say this once, Olivia," he interrupted, his voice dropping into that cold, hard tone that usually made me want to submit and be a good girl for him. He didn't look annoyed anymore, he just looked exhausted, his jaw tight as he stared me down. "You are the only woman I’m touching. I don't have anyone else to think about, and neither do you." He didn't explain. He didn't tell me when it happened, why it happened, or who that woman was to him now. He just left the truth hanging there, raw and unfinished, and I was too stunned to push for more The fire that had been fueling my rage jus
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 89 Falling for the monster
***Olivia's POV*** The silence that followed was loud. Chandler didn't pull away, nor did he look surprised. He just stood there, his breathing gradually slowing down while mine became a series of painful hitches. He looked down at me, and there was no guilt in his eyes, only a terrifyingly calm confidence. It was as if he had already anticipated this exact breakdown to happen. "Whatever you're thinking, stop it," he said, his voice was so calm it was making me hate him even more. He reached up, his thumb catching a stray tear on my cheek and wiping it away with a gentleness that felt like a mockery. "It’s going to be over soon anyway. All of it." His casual tone made me snap. I pushed against his chest, my hands shaking so hard I could barely find my footing as I scrambled away from him. The warmth I had felt for him moments ago was instantly replaced by this hot, burning rage. "Over soon?" I echoed, a hysterical sound escaping my throat. "Is that what you tell yourself
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 88 Heartbreak
***Olivia’s POV*** The week was a blur of painting and peace. I spent every waking hour in the art room, hunched over canvases until my back ached and my fingers were stained with colors. It was the only way to drown out the noise in my head, but I was also enjoying it, figuring out how it worked and getting excited when ideas sparks up my mind. Whenever Chandler came to the door, I made sure not to look up. I wanted him to feel the distance I was trying so hard to create. "Still at it?" he asked as he leaned against the doorframe. "I’m busy," I muttered, my brush flickering across the canvas. "Go away." "I like watching you paint," he said, ignoring my dismissal. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and unmoving. "I like the way you look when you're focused. The way you bite your lip when you think you’ve made a mistake. It's hot." I felt a treacherous flutter of warmth in my chest, a feeling that I tried to kill instantly. "There's nothing hot about me looking like a mes
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 87 Display of ownership
***Olivia's POV*** My hands were shaking so much I could barely pull my jeans over my hips. Every muscle in my body felt heavy, aching with heat that reminded me exactly what had just happened on my bed. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 02:42 PM. It had been nearly an hour. An hour of Drake sitting in his car, staring at the front door, waiting for me to walk out with my bags. An hour of me being pinned down, broken apart, and claimed by the man I was supposed to be escaping from. "Oh god," I whispered, my voice sounding so sore and ruined. I scrambled to find my shirt, but it was in pieces near the foot of the bed. Chandler had ripped it like it was nothing more than tissue paper. I felt a sob catch in my throat as I looked at the discarded belt, the tangled sheets, and all the other mess we made. I found an oversized hoodie in my closet and shoved my arms through the sleeves, hiding the marks on my neck, the handprints on my body and the countless hickeys.
But Daddy, I Love Him Chapter 86 You're sick as I am
***Chandler’s POV*** I tossed the belt aside, the leather hitting the floor with a loud crack that echoed the finality of her submission. Seeing her slumped against the mattress, shaking and breathless, her ass cheeks burning, didn't calm the fire in my gut. The week of rotting in this house, the mental image of that boy waiting for her outside, and the defiance she’d thrown in my face all converged into one singular, violent need. "Ass up," I commanded. I didn't give her time to recover. I reached down my zipper cutting through her sobs. I grabbed her by the hips, my fingers sinking into the soft, flushed skin as I hauled her back toward the edge of the bed. I hovered behind her for a split second, pulling out my cock from its confinement. I was fucking hard, burning with desire. I moved with a sudden, relentless force, claiming her in one heavy, punishing thrust. A muffled, broken cry escaped her as I drove into her easily, my pace fast and uncompromising. There was no
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