Se connecterROXETTEI sat across from Valentino Atkinson at the restaurant table, my hands folded in my lap as I tried to steady my breathing. The place was quiet and elegant, with soft lighting and the smell of fresh coffee and pastries in the air. My mother sat beside him, her smile still wide and glowing like she was watching her favorite movie unfold in real time. Valentino had this gentle, patient expression on his face that made it easier to talk, even though my heart was still racing from the shock of meeting him.“So… where have you been all these years?” I asked, my voice coming out softer than I intended. I leaned forward a little, unable to hold back the flood of questions that had been building since yesterday. “I mean, my whole life, Mom always said I didn’t have a father. She never mentioned you. Not
ROXETTEThe next morning, I woke up feeling a strange mix of nerves and quiet determination. The sun was already peeking through the curtains of Chandler’s estate bedroom, casting a soft golden glow across the room.Chandler had left early for work—he had kissed my forehead before slipping out, whispering that he’d handle everything and that I should take my time. I missed him already, but I was grateful he was giving me space for this. My hand instinctively went to my stomach as I sat up in bed, a small smile tugging at my lips.Our baby, I thought. We’re going to be okay.I took my time getting ready. I wanted to look neat and put-together for this meeting, even if my heart was
ROXETTEThe warm water in the bathtub had long since cooled, but I didn’t mind. Chandler’s arms were still wrapped around me, holding me close against his chest as we both caught our breath. The gentle sex we had just shared left me feeling completely satisfied, my body humming with a delicious, lingering pleasure that made every muscle feel loose and content. He had been so careful with me. So slow and attentive, always checking in with his eyes and his soft words.Every thrust, every touch had been full of love rather than urgency, and I had enjoyed every single second of it. The way he had moved inside me, the way his hands had caressed my skin under the water, the way his lips had whispered sweet promises against my ear… it all made me feel cherished in a way I had never experienced before. Even with the
ROXETTEWe finally arrived back at Chandler’s estate, and the moment the car pulled up the long driveway, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The familiar gates, the manicured gardens, the grand house that had become my safe haven—it all felt like coming home after a storm. The past few days in Paris had left me emotionally drained and physically exhausted. Between the confrontation with Diana, the fall, seeing Calvin again on the street, and the shock of that photo, my body and mind were begging for rest. Chandler helped me out of the car with his usual gentle care, his hand steady on my lower back as we walked inside.The staff greeted us quietly and respectfully, but Chandler dismissed them for the evening with a polite nod. “We’ll manage on our own tonight,” he said. I was grateful for that. I didn
ROXETTEI didn’t rush to meet the man my mother claimed was my father. After everything that had happened in Paris and the emotional whirlwind of the last few days, I couldn’t bring myself to add another layer of uncertainty on top of it all. My mother had been excited, almost glowing when she told me, but I needed time. I needed to process the fact that the father I had grown up believing didn’t exist was suddenly real and apparently wanted to meet me. Part of me was curious, but a bigger part was cautious. I had spent my entire life without him. I had made peace with that absence. Now that he was here, I didn’t want to jump in headfirst while my emotions were still raw from the fall, from seeing Calvin again, and from that horrible photo of Chandler and Dahlia.Instead, I waited for Chandler.&
DIANAThe Rodriguez family private jet felt colder than usual as we took off from Paris. My mother had insisted on using it instead of waiting for any commercial flight or even Chandler’s resources.She said it was still ours and she wasn’t about to let anyone take that from us too. I sat by the window, staring out at the clouds, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the chaos inside my chest. The flight back home was intense, every minute stretching longer than the last. My mother had been glued to her phone since we boarded, her voice low and sharp as she argued with lawyers, accountants, and relatives back home. Every call seemed to make her angrier, her grip on the armrest tightening until her knuckles turned white.I tried to stay calm, but I c
ROXETTEChandler’s eyes darken at my words, a primal hunger flashing across his face.“Fuck,” he growls softly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?”He stands abruptly and lifts me easily into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me toward the stairs.“D
ROXETTE"W-what are you doing…?" I whispered, my voice trembling.His thumb traced over my lower lip, just a ghost of a touch."Testing," he murmured, barely above a whisper. "Seeing how far you’ll let this go."He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke. "You’re playing a dangerous gam
ROXETTEThe realization hit me like a punch.I swallowed hard, my throat dry.My mind screamed at me to run—to sprint as far away as possible—but my knees felt like jelly. I could only stagger a few steps back.I let out a shuddering breath when Mr. Callahan stopped thrusting, but he pulled back hi
ROXETTE“Roxy! Send me money right now. Dave’s coming over, and I don’t have anything to buy the wine he wants,” my mom said urgently over the phone.The second I heard her voice, I regretted answering.“Mom, please… not now.” Tears streamed down my face. “I don’t have any money. I just paid half t







