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The private jet finally touched down on the familiar runway, and I let out a slow breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding. The flight back home had been long, but it wasn’t just the travel that had drained me.
It was everything that had happened in Paris. That cruel photo of Chandler and Dahlia that still made
CHANDLERThe moment I left Roxette at her mother’s condo, something inside me shifted into pure steel. I had held her, reassured her, kissed her forehead like the protective man she needed me to be. But the second the door closed behind me, the mask slipped.My blood was still boiling from everything—the photo Dahlia had posted, Diana’s attack on Roxette in that bathroom, Calvin’s sudden reappearance like some twisted ghost from the past. They had gone too far. All of them. And I was done playing the patient man.I drove straight to the office, my jaw clenched the entire way. The city lights blurred past as I gripped the steering wheel, replaying every slight in my mind. Dahlia thought she could humiliate Roxette with that fabricated photo. Dian
ROXETTEI sat back in my chair, my mind reeling. The nausea from earlier was creeping back, but it wasn’t just from the pregnancy this time. It was from the sheer overwhelm of it all. My mysterious father didn’t know about me? And now, after reconnecting with my mother in some whirlwind night, he suddenly wanted to meet me?It felt like a plot twist from one of those dramatic webnovels I used to read. Except this was my life. And with everything else happening—the baby, Chandler, the mess with Dahlia and Diana and Calvin—this was the last thing I needed.I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of it. “Mom, I… I don’t even know what to say. This is huge. You kept this from me my whole life. And now he wants to meet me? Just l
ROXETTEMy jaw was still hanging open as I stared at my mother across the small kitchen table. The simple breakfast I had cooked sat half-eaten in front of me, but my appetite had vanished the second she said those words.It’s… your dad.The eggs on my plate suddenly looked unappetizing, and the toast felt like cardboard in my mouth. I set my fork down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as the shock settled deeper into my bones.I almost screamed.“But you said I have no father!” The words burst out of me before I could stop them, louder than I intended. My voice cracked with the weight of years of confusion and acceptance. &
ROXETTEI woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains of my old room at my mother’s condo. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten properly since the plane ride back. The exhaustion from the past few days had knocked me out cold. But now, hunger was winning. I stretched slowly, careful of the lingering soreness in my body, and reached for my phone on the nightstand.There was a message from Chandler. I smiled faintly as I opened it, already missing the steady comfort of his presence.Chandler: Hey baby. I have to work overtime to sort through some things after the trip. I’ll come fetch you as soon as I’m done. Rest up, okay? I love you. Both of you.I typed ba
ROXETTEI made my way to the guest room, the one that used to be mine when I lived here, and changed into something comfortable. The bed felt soft and inviting as I climbed in, pulling the covers over me.For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself relax completely. No one was watching. No one was threatening. Just me, the quiet, and the knowledge that our baby was still safe inside me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to push away the lingering images of Calvin’s smile and that horrible photo. Chandler was handling it. I had to trust that.But my mind wouldn’t fully shut off.I needed to talk to someone. Someone who wasn’t directly involved in the mess. Someone who
ROXETTEThe private jet finally touched down on the familiar runway, and I let out a slow breath I didn’t even realize I had been holding. The flight back home had been long, but it wasn’t just the travel that had drained me.It was everything that had happened in Paris. That cruel photo of Chandler and Dahlia that still made my chest ache even though I knew it was fake. My body felt heavy with exhaustion, and my mind was a tangled mess of worry, relief, and the constant awareness of the tiny life growing inside me.Chandler had been quiet for most of the flight after I comforted him on his lap. He had held me close, but I could still feel the tension in his muscles, the way his thoughts were running deep and dark. I understood. Dahlia and Diana had crossed
ROXETTEChandler’s eyes bored into mine, dark with lust, dominance, and that stunned flicker from my unfiltered outburst. The air between us crackled, thick with four days of pent-up tension, tears, alcohol, and raw need.Gods, he looks like he wants to ruin me… and I want him to.He didn’t say ano
ROXETTE The door slammed harder than I meant it to. I didn’t turn back. Not like anyone inside cared. Dave’s voice still rang in my ears, tangled with my mother’s annoyed sighs. “Don’t come back if you’re going to act like that!” she’d shouted, the same line she always used. The evening air w
ROXETTE After class, I went home to the rundown apartment my mom and I live in. I could already smell the stench of cigarettes and alcohol before I even stepped fully inside. The smell alone was enough to make my shoulders tense. Home sweet home. Then I saw Dave, still in his late twenties.
ROXETTE “Say it,” he orders, gripping my chin so I meet his gaze. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I… I belong to you,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he hits that spot again and again. “I'm yours!” "That's right," he praises darkly. "My good little virgin is finally getting what sh







