LOGINROXETTE
The 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
ROXETTEI stepped through the grand entrance of the mansion, my body still carrying that light, relaxed feeling from the afternoon with Thea. The coffee, the cake, the shopping — it had been exactly what I needed. A few hours of normalcy, of laughing and talking without the weight of the world pressing down on me. I had even bought a few small things for the baby, simple onesies and a soft blanket that made me smile every time I thought about them. But the moment I walked inside, that peaceful bubble popped.Diana was there.She stood in the middle of the living room like she had been waiting for me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. I looked around instinctively, relief flooding through me when I saw that Dahlia wasn’t with her. Just Diana. One person I c
ROXETTEAfter everything that had happened, all I could think about was not thinking too much. It wasn’t good for the baby. Stressing over every detail, every secret that had come to light, every complicated thread tying my life to people I barely knew… it wasn’t healthy.Not for me, and definitely not for the tiny life growing inside me. I had spent the night tossing and turning even after Chandler and I had talked things through and he had promised no more secrets. My mind kept replaying Valentino’s gentle smile, the way Chandler had tensed at the restaurant, and the heavy weight of everything he had confessed about their old friendship, the rivalry over Dahlia, and how it had all led to me. It was too much. I needed to breathe.I believed th
ROXETTEI sat there on the couch, my hands still trembling slightly in my lap as Chandler finished speaking. The weight of everything he had just told me pressed down on my chest like a heavy blanket. I had listened without interrupting, just like I promised, letting every word sink in. The old friendship with Valentino. The business alliance that made them unstoppable. The rivalry over Dahlia that destroyed it all. The jealousy that crept in from other people and other successes. The way he thought Dahlia had chosen him, only to raise Diana as his own daughter for years… only to find out she was Valentino’s. And then me—the daughter Valentino had with another woman. Chandler had known about me. He had sought me out at first for payback, for revenge against the man who had once been his closest ally. He had taken my virginity as part of that twisted plan… only for it
ROXETTEThe moment we stepped through the doors of the mansion, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The silence in the car had been suffocating, and Chandler’s deep sighs had only made my mind race with worse and worse possibilities. I grabbed the front of his coat as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, my fingers curling tightly into the fabric. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.“Chandler, tell me right now,” I said, my voice shaking but firm. “What was that back there? You and him, Valentino. You know each other. I could feel it. The way he tensed up when you walked in, the way you looked at him… That wasn’t just some random recognition. Explain it. Everything. I need to know what’s going on.”
ROXETTEI was so confused as we wrapped up the breakfast. My mind was spinning with everything that had just happened then the sudden shift when Chandler walked in. The way Valentino had tensed up, the way Chandler’s piercing gaze had locked onto him… it felt like there was history there. Heavy history. But I didn’t push it right away. My mother was still beaming, clearly over the moon that we were all sitting together like some kind of family reunion. I forced a small smile for her sake and stood up, giving her a quick hug.“Mom, thank you for setting this up,” I said softly, my voice steady even though my heart was racing. “I’ll call you later, okay?”She hugged me back tightly, her eyes sparkling. “Of course, darling.
ROXETTEI 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
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
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.







