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It had been a week since that intense conversation with Chandler and the emotional confrontation with Diana. Things had settled into a strange kind of quiet at the mansion, but my mind hadn’t stopped spinning. I had spent the last few days going out to meet with my mom and Valentino, my father. It still felt surreal to call him that, but after our first awkward breakfast, I had wanted to
ROXETTEIt had been a week since that intense conversation with Chandler and the emotional confrontation with Diana. Things had settled into a strange kind of quiet at the mansion, but my mind hadn’t stopped spinning. I had spent the last few days going out to meet with my mom and Valentino, my father. It still felt surreal to call him that, but after our first awkward breakfast, I had wanted to know more. I needed answers. Not just about him, but about the past that had tangled all of us together.I had met them a couple of times now, sometimes with just Valentino, sometimes with my mom there too. The conversations had been long and revealing. Valentino was patient with all my questions, answering everything without hesitation. One afternoon, over coffee at a quiet café, he had admitted something that made my stomach tw
ROXETTEI stood in the living room long after Diana had stormed out, my hand resting gently on my stomach as I tried to steady my breathing. The door had slammed behind her with such force that the sound still echoed in my ears. Her face, that mix of shock, anger, and heartbreak, kept flashing in my mind. She had looked so broken when Chandler and I told her the truth. About Valentino being her biological father. About us being half-sisters. About everything Chandler had carried for years. I had known it would be hard, but seeing her crumble like that made my chest ache in a way I hadn’t expected.Chandler was still standing beside me, his hand on my lower back in that steady, protective way he always had. He had been calm through the whole thing, explaining everything with that quiet strength of his, but I could feel the tensi
DIANAI drove like a madwoman through the city streets, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. My mind was a chaotic mess of rage, betrayal, and raw pain. Everything I thought I knew about my life had been ripped apart in that living room.My father, the man I had called Dad my entire life, wasn’t my biological father. Valentino Atkinson was. And Roxette, of all people, was my half-sister. Half-sisters. The words kept repeating in my head like a cruel joke. I didn’t even know who Valentino was until yesterday, and now I was supposed to accept that he was my real dad? That my whole childhood, my family, everything had been built on a lie?My mother had
DIANAI had been pacing the living room for what felt like hours, my stomach still churning from the food I had forced down while crying earlier.Roxette’s calm face as she told me she was protecting what was hers, the way she had clutched her bloated belly like it was some kind of shield. I had come here because my mother sent me. The Rodriguez family was in full panic mode back home, their businesses collapsing overnight thanks to Chandler’s ruthless moves. She wanted me to talk to my father, to beg or demand or threaten if I had to, to make him stop destroying us. But after facing Roxette, I felt even more lost. I needed answers from him directly. I needed to understand why he was doing this to us—to me.The front door finally opened, and my father
DIANAI sat there on the couch long after Roxette had walked away, my eyes fixed on the staircase as she disappeared upstairs like she owned the place. Like this mansion was already hers. Like she had every right to turn her back on me and leave me here in pieces. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, the sharp sting grounding me for a second, but it didn’t stop the fresh wave of tears from blurring my vision.I didn’t want to leave. Not yet. My mother had sent me here for a reason. The Rodriguez family was panicking back home, their empire crumbling faster than anyone could stop it, and she needed answers.She needed me to talk to my father, to beg or demand or whatever it took to make him pull back. But now, sitting here alone with my makeup ruin
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
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
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







