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I 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?
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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 hands never stopped their expert massage on my breasts, kneading them with deep, rhythmic pressure that made my toes curl in the warm water. I was panting, moaning softly, completely lost in the feeling of his strong fingers working my sensitive flesh while his thick cock rested
ROXETTE Morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of Chandler’s private suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the silk sheets. I woke up slowly, every inch of my body deliciously sore in ways I had never experienced before.My thighs ached, my hips carried faint bruises from his
ROXETTEMy orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My walls spasmed violently around his cock, gushing hard, squirting around his thick shaft as my whole body convulsed. I screamed his name, back arching off the chaise, tears pouring down my face from the intensity. My pussy kept fluttering and m
ROXETTEI moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet house. My pussy clenched around him greedily, the slick sounds growing louder as he railed me without mercy.“Daddy! It’s too deep! Slow down—yes!!”My begs only seemed to fuel him.He released my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach, y







