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Forgive me, Father 2
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The lakehouse was meant to be neutral ground, a place for final negotiations between two empires that had circled each other like wolves for years. My father insisted on being there early, to “set the tone,” and I was invited under the guise of being a mature presence, a promising heiress. It was hilarious. I wasn’t there to sip wine and smile through spreadsheets. I was there to end this. On my terms.I knew Vincent would come. And when I heard the purr of his car in the gravel driveway just past midnight, I stepped out onto the upstairs balcony in nothing but a silk robe and waited. I didn’t wave. I didn’t call his name. I just let him see me. Lit by moonlight. Skin bare beneath the fabric.He looked up, frozen at the edge of the steps, suitcase in hand. His eyes dragged across my legs, up to my throat, and finally to my face. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.I went inside.I didn’t hear him knock. Didn’t hear him come up the stairs. But suddenly, he was there, standing in the do
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The table stretched too long for comfort, a gleaming centerpiece of tension and diplomacy, with white linen, silver cutlery, and wine glasses that caught the candlelight like weapons waiting to be drawn. My father sat at one end, all polished charm and business bravado, his voice dominating the room like he owned the air. His executives flanked him like lapdogs in tailored suits. On the other end sat Vincent D’Arcy, silent, calm, a storm wrapped in a still lake. And next to him—me.My father hadn’t argued when I insisted on attending the dinner. In fact, he seemed pleased, parading me in like some public symbol of trust, of family strength, of legacy. He thought it made him look powerful, progressive. He had no idea I was dripping under the table for the man he loathed most in the world.Vincent hadn’t spoken to me since that day in his office. Hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. But the second I walked into the restaurant, his eyes had locked on me with that same look. Dark. Dangerous. Wan
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His office was on the top floor of the building my father had always called “the fortress.” The D’Arcy building towered over downtown like it owned the damn skyline, black glass gleaming in the morning sun, arrogant and unapologetic. I’d never been inside before. My father would lose his mind if he knew I’d even looked in its direction. But that was part of why I came.The receptionist looked up from her desk, visibly startled when I walked in. I gave her my name with a cool smile and added, “No appointment. But I doubt he’ll mind.” She opened her mouth to protest, but I was already walking toward the elevator.When I stepped into his private office, I didn’t knock.Vincent looked up from behind his desk, pen frozen mid-signature, mouth tightening the moment he saw me. He was dressed in another dark suit, crisp and dangerous, and I hated the way it made my knees feel weak. He didn’t speak for a moment, just stared. I walked in slowly, my heels sinking into the thick carpet, hips swayi
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The gala was exactly what I expected—polished faces, fake laughter, and an endless stream of champagne flutes carried by bow-tied waiters who avoided eye contact. It reeked of money and ego. My father loved this scene. Loved showing off his tailored suits, the weight of his name, the way people bent slightly forward when he passed by, even if it wasn’t a full bow. I wasn’t invited. Of course not. I’d been away at college and intentionally kept out of the family business drama. But I didn’t come here to support him. I came for him.Vincent D’Arcy.My father’s biggest rival. The man whose name made my father curse under his breath. The man I’d only seen from a distance once, years ago, when I was barely eighteen, and he’d come to a meeting that had ended with my father slamming his glass against the wall. I remembered him then, tall and broad, a man in full command of his presence, the air around him heavy with intimidation and power. I didn’t know then why I stared so long. But I knew
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The morning sun streamed through the windows like the night before hadn’t happened, as if it hadn’t seen what we did, hadn’t watched him take me over and over again until I was hoarse and trembling, stretched out across the dresser, the floor, and finally his bed. But my body remembered. The soreness between my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had dug in, the tender ache in my chest from where his mouth had latched onto my skin and marked me like he had every right to.I lay in my own bed, the thin sheet tangled around my legs, staring at the ceiling while my heart thumped a heavy rhythm in my chest. I could still taste him on my lips, still feel the weight of his body pressing into mine, still hear the rough, filthy things he whispered in my ear while he drove me past the point of no return.I should have felt ashamed. I should have packed my things and left before he even woke up. But instead, I slid out of bed, naked, padded across the wooden floor, and walked
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I should have turned around. Should have gone back to my room, locked the door, and buried myself in a blanket of guilt. But I didn’t. I stood there outside his door like a girl possessed, unsure if I was more afraid of getting caught or of being ignored. The storm still echoed faintly through the walls, thunder humming in the distance, rain slicking the windows in steady streaks. I raised my hand and knocked. Once. Soft. Hesitant.No answer.My fingers curled around the knob, and I turned it slowly.The room was dim, only the soft glow from a lamp on the dresser casting shadows over the space. Reed sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, one arm resting on his thigh, the other holding a tumbler of whiskey. His eyes met mine the moment I stepped in. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. Just stared at me with that unreadable expression, jaw tight, eyes dark.I didn’t say a word either. My breath caught in my throat.“You lost?” he asked, voice low, almost tired.I stepped farther inside, clo
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