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Chapter 35
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2026-04-04 21:30:47
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Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues? Chapter 40
DIANAThe house finally felt peaceful again.After the mess at the gate, after watching those two pathetic people scramble for the money my father threw at them like dogs, everything had settled down. Roxette had gone quiet and disappeared into one of the guest rooms. I told her I’d check on her later, but honestly, I needed some space to breathe.I walked into my bedroom and closed the door with a soft click. The room was exactly how I liked it: soft lighting, cream and sage tones, the big bed piled with too many pillows. It felt calm. Normal.I kicked off my shoes, stripped out of my clothes, and stepped into the ensuite bathroom. The hot shower was exactly what I needed. I stood under the rainfall head for a long time, letting the water beat down on my shoulders, washing away the leftover tension from the day. When I finally stepped out, I slipped into my favorite silk pajamas—the pale pink ones with tiny white stars—and towel-dried my hair just enough so it wouldn’t drip all over
Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues? Chapter 39
ROXETTEThe evening had turned surprisingly peaceful.Diana and I were sitting cross-legged on the huge sectional sofa in the living room, the tray of food long gone and replaced with a fresh plate of warm chocolate chip cookies the servants had brought out. We were happily munching away, legs tangled together like we used to do during our sleepovers. Soft music played from the hidden speakers, and for the first time in hours, I felt almost normal.Diana laughed at something I said, wiping chocolate from the corner of her mouth. “Okay, but seriously—this Paul guy? You still didn’t say much about him. Tell me, is he hot? Come on, I need something good after the day I’ve had.”I felt my cheeks heat up. The lie about “Paul” sat like a rock in my throat, but I forced a shy smile. “He’s… yeah, he’s good-looking. Tall, older—in his thirties. He has a sexy deep voice… and he’s been really nice to me.”Diana raised an eyebrow, chewing thoughtfully. “So… is he, like, your boyfriend now? Or jus
Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues? Chapter 38
ROXETTEI had finally stopped crying.The living room was quiet except for the soft clink of the servants clearing the tray. I was curled on the sofa in Chandler’s oversized hoodie, knees drawn up, when I heard footsteps.I looked up just as Diana walked in, eyes wide as she took in the marble floors, crystal chandelier, and sheer size of the room.“Roxy?” she breathed, sounding both relieved and stunned.My heart jumped. I stood up so fast my legs wobbled. “Di?”She broke into a relieved smile and rushed forward. We crashed into each other in the middle of the room, arms wrapping tight.“Oh my god, I was so worried!” Diana said, squeezing me hard. “Where have you been?! I’ve been calling and texting nonstop since yesterday. You missed all your classes, you didn’t answer anything—I thought something bad happened!”“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” I whispered, hugging her back just as tightly. Her familiar vanilla shampoo made my eyes sting again.She pulled back but kept her hands on my arm
Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues? Chapter 37
DIANAI couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.I need to see Roxette.When Calvin offered to drive me over on his motorcycle after our last class, I accepted. He had been the one who first mentioned overhearing her say “Yes Daddy” on that call, so it felt right to bring him along.I climbed on behind him, helmet strapped tight, arms wrapped around his waist as we sped through the city toward Roxette’s rundown apartment building.Calvin parked the bike a little ways down the street, the engine still rumbling softly. He pulled off his helmet and turned to look at me, his expression serious but calm.“I’ll wait right here,” he said. I nodded, glancing at the faded building with its cracked walls and flickering hallway lights. “Yeah, I’ll be quick. Thanks for bringing me.”The moment I stepped inside the building, the reason Roxette hated coming home hit me. The air was thick with stale cigarette smoke, cheap alcohol, and something sour that made my nose wrinkle. Noises spil
Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues? Chapter 36
ROXETTEChandler’s mansion felt like another world.I was curled up on the massive sectional sofa in the living room, wearing one of the soft oversized hoodies I had left here. It smelled faintly of his fresh laundry—clean, expensive, safe. The servants had quietly brought in a tray of food on Chandler’s orders before he left for a sudden emergency meeting: fresh fruit, warm croissants, grilled chicken salad, and a tall glass of iced lemonade.I was happily eating, legs tucked under me, watching a drama on television, when my phone started ringing.Mom.I stared at the screen, hesitation twisting in my stomach. Part of me still hoped she was calling to apologize. To finally admit that Dave was a pathetic, dangerous man and that she had kicked him out. Another, more realistic part of me already knew better.I took a deep breath and answered.“Hello?”The explosion came instantly.“What have you done?!” my mom shrieked so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear.I blinked, irri
Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues? Chapter 35
ROXETTEThe silence in the car stretched for another minute before I finally wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and let out a shaky breath. The worst of the tears had slowed, but my chest still felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on my ribs, refusing to leave.Dave’s touch still lingered on my skin like a thick film of oil I couldn’t wipe off no matter how hard I tried. Every time I shifted in the leather seat, I remembered his rough fingers digging into my thigh, his hot, wet breath on my neck, the disgusting things he whispered against my ear. The memory made my stomach churn.I glanced at Chandler. He was driving with one hand on the wheel, the other still holding mine, his thumb moving in slow, steady circles that grounded me.“You really came because you heard me?” I asked softly, my voice still raw and a little hoarse from screaming.Chandler glanced at me, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small, reassuring smirk. “I heard your voice from down the hall. You we
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