Mag-log inDaphne Father's expression hardened as he stared at Thiago. "There were no aphrodisiac candles in this room." Thiago frowned. "What?" "I said there were no candles." Father's voice grew colder. "Those substances are illegal in this pack. They are not something that would simply be left inside a g
I had known my stepmothers were cruel. I knew they disliked me. I had known they were constantly looking for ways to remind me that I was the unwanted daughter in my father’s house. But this? This was another level entirely. I had spent my entire life caught between two women who seemed to despise
Daphne I woke slowly, disoriented by the unfamiliar softness beneath me and the pounding ache inside my skull. My mouth felt horribly dry, and there was a bitter taste coating my tongue. I swallowed, immediately regretting it when my throat scratched painfully. I needed water. Desperately. A groan
I had known my stepmothers were cruel. I knew they disliked me. I had known they were constantly looking for ways to remind me that I was the unwanted daughter in my father’s house. But this? This was another level entirely. I had spent my entire life caught between two women who seemed to despise
Daphne I woke slowly, disoriented by the unfamiliar softness beneath me and the pounding ache inside my skull. My mouth felt horribly dry, and there was a bitter taste coating my tongue. I swallowed, immediately regretting it when my throat scratched painfully. I needed water. Desperately. A groan
Thiago The words hit me so abruptly that I simply stared. “What?” I knew that’s what she’s been talking about all along and with the way my body was reacting, I knew sex was what would help us in this situation but hearing her say it out loud and so bluntly, it made my brain freeze for a second.







