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Chapter 45: Breaking The Strings
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Don't Stop, Daddy Chapter 46: The Poisoned Thread
Chapter 46 – The Poisoned ThreadThe morning sun cut through the tall windows of the Steele penthouse, but even the light seemed heavy. It spread across marble counters, polished wood, silver fixtures all gleaming perfection. Yet the air itself felt suffocating, thick with invisible threads that clung to Sierra’s skin.She sat at the breakfast table, her spoon unmoving in her bowl. The gala still clung to her like a bruise. Every glance, every whisper, every lingering touch from Damien in the ballroom haunted her. It had been exhilarating and terrifying at once. For the first time, they hadn’t been careful. For the first time, Damien had dared the world to look.And Vanessa had seen it all.Now she was across the kitchen, radiant in an emerald silk robe, slicing fruit with the precision of a surgeon. Her hair was perfectly in place, glossy and dark. She hummed softly as if the gala had been nothing more than another tedious social obligation.But Sierra knew better.On the counter, pl
Don't Stop, Daddy Chapter 45: Breaking The Strings
The morning after the dinner party, the penthouse was too quiet. Not serene not stifling.Sierra moved through the kitchen like a ghost, her silk robe clinging to her damp skin. She hadn’t slept. Vanessa’s words still rang in her ears, that poisonous sweetness: It’s remarkable, the way you follow his lead.Damien sat at the head of the table, coffee steaming in front of him, paper unopened. He wasn’t reading. He was waiting. Watching.When Sierra brushed past him, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist. The jolt made her gasp.“You’re trembling,” he said.Her voice cracked. “She’s pulling me apart. She has me tied in knots, Damien. I can’t…..”He yanked her down onto his lap, holding her tight, his breath hot against her ear. “Listen to me. She doesn’t own you. She doesn’t touch you. You are mine. She can smile and hum and pour her wine, but she doesn’t get to pull my strings. Or yours.”Tears blurred Sierra’s eyes. “But she’s winning. I can feel it.”Damien’s grip tightened. “Then it’
Don't Stop, Daddy Chapter 44: Strings In Her Hands
The city gleamed beyond the glass, but inside the penthouse, the air was taut, like a violin string pulled too tight. Sierra felt it in her chest, in the silence between her mother’s humming and Damien’s watchful eyes. She moved carefully, like any wrong step might make the whole room collapse.It wasn’t just paranoia anymore. Vanessa had shifted. She no longer floated around the edges with veiled remarks and knowing smiles now she was steering everything, pulling invisible threads. Sierra could feel them coiled around her wrists and ankles, tugging, dragging, tightening.And worst of all? Vanessa wore her strings like jewelry, every move measured, every word calculated.The AnnouncementBreakfast began like any other, sunlight spilling through the wide windows, coffee steaming on the table. Damien was buried in the Financial Times, his tie loosened but his posture precise. Sierra stirred her yogurt without appetite, eyes downcast.Vanessa swept in, radiant in silk the color of blood.
Don't Stop, Daddy Chapter 43: Pressure Points
The penthouse was silent after the last guest left. The laughter, the clink of glasses, and the swirl of perfume are gone. Only shadows remained, long and distorted beneath the chandeliers.Sierra sat on the sofa, emerald dress bunched at her knees, her hands trembling in her lap. The framed photo Vanessa had displayed sat on the coffee table, gleaming under the dim light like evidence waiting to be used.“She knows,” Sierra whispered.From across the room, Damien poured bourbon into a glass, his movements steady, deliberate. He looked like a man unfazed, yet the sharpness in his green eyes betrayed him.“She suspects,” he corrected coolly. “That’s not the same.”Sierra buried her face in her hands. “She showed them the photo, Damien. Everyone saw. She didn’t have to say anything, it was all there.”Damien crossed to her in two strides, setting his drink aside. His hand seized her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His grip was firm, his voice low and dangerous.“You didn’t break.
Don't Stop, Daddy Chapter 42: Shadows At The Table
The penthouse shimmered under the glow of crystal chandeliers, a stage set for perfection. Guests moved with wine glasses in hand, their laughter floating like bubbles. Waiters wove silently through the crowd, offering hors d’oeuvres on silver trays.It was the kind of evening Damien Steele excelled at calculated charm, seamless hosting, the picture of a man who had it all. Vanessa sparkled at his side, the immaculate wife. And Sierra… Sierra felt like a shadow in her emerald dress, every breath a struggle.She shouldn’t have been there, not in this setting, not after the stolen touches and whispers in the dark. Her chest tightened each time Damien’s gaze strayed to her across the room. Quick, fleeting glances that set her skin aflame and reminded her of the truth they could never speak aloud.But Vanessa noticed everything.When her mother’s voice cut through the room, Sierra froze.“Everyone,” Vanessa said warmly, raising her glass. “Before dessert, I’d love to share something speci
Don't Stop, Daddy Chapter 41: A Picture Worth Breaking
The morning light flooded the penthouse, pale and merciless. Sierra sat at the dining table, her untouched coffee cooling in front of her. The city sprawled beyond the glass windows, a glittering trap she couldn’t escape.Vanessa was humming softly in the kitchen, moving with the serenity of someone who had already won the game. She placed a plate of sliced fruit between them, her smile gentle, her eyes unreadable.“You’ve always been so photogenic, Sierra,” she said suddenly. “Do you remember the picture from last night?”Sierra’s throat tightened.“I’ve had it printed.” Vanessa’s smile widened as she slid a small envelope across the table. “I thought it deserved a frame.”Sierra’s trembling hands pulled it open. There was a photo from the restaurant. Damien’s arm around her shoulders, his body angled just slightly closer than a father’s should be. Her wide eyes, her flushed cheeks. The picture radiated something dangerous, something undeniable.Her stomach turned to stone.“Beautifu
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