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Twenty two: Hellevator
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2026-04-13 07:33:36
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Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Sixty: Gone
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIXDAMIENThe package arrived at half past eight.Callum brought it in without ceremony, setting it on the desk efficiently and without comment. Standard brown wrapping, my name on the front in printed letters, no return address.“Courier dropped it at the gate,” he said. “Said it was for the Alpha. No signature required.”“Who sent it?”“Service didn’t have a name on file. They paid in cash apparently.” He paused at the door. “You want me to stay?”“No. Thank you.”He left.I looked at the package for a moment. It looked normal. Nothing was out of the blue so I opened it.The smell reached me before the contents registered visually. Dark and organic and wrong. I pulled the wrapping back fully and sat very still.A heart. Animal, not human, but large enough to make the statement it was intended to make. It was set in the centre of the packaging, looking like something arranged deliberately., blackened at the edges. Decomposing.I gritted my teeth. Beneath it was a fol
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Fifty nine: Too much
SERAPHINA Marcus leaned against the doorframe as though he had decided confidence was the best strategy and had committed to it entirely.“Let’s follow orders,” he said again, like it was funny.I wanted to be ordered to bash his head in. “Great,” I said. “Still don’t want anything to do with you.”His expression flickered. Just slightly. “Sera—”“Don’t.” I stood up, setting the book on the cushion. “Whatever speech you’ve prepared, save it. The only reason you’re standing in this room looking sorry is that Vivienne made a fool of you. If she hadn’t, you’d still be exactly who you were on our wedding day and we both know it.”Marcus opened his mouth.Damien cut in. “Marcus. Give us a minute.”Something passed between them. Marcus looked at his father, then at me, then nodded once and disappeared back into the corridor.I turned to the window.“Seraphina.”“I know what you’re going to say.”“Then it should be a short conversation.” He came further into the room. “My study. Come.”I li
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Fifty eight: An Order
AN ORDERDAMIENThe question took a damn seat right next to me. Fucking heavy like my balled fist and the urge to smash it against Alan’s cranium. Alan was still leaning forward, watching my face intensely, patient like a man who had learned that silence after a well-placed question told him more than any answer could.I stared directly at him, filtering out the curses from my response. “Don’t,” I said.“I’m simply asking—”“I know what you’re asking.” I stood up. The movement was controlled but only just. “And I’m telling you to stop.”Alan tilted his head slightly. “It’s a reasonable question. The girl has been living under your roof for four years. If she knew what Gregory was involved in, what he knew, what he left behind—”“Shut up.” The words came out quiet and absolute. “Whatever you think you know about Gregory or about Seraphina, you keep it in your mouth. Are we clear?”Alan blinked. Something in my face had finally reached through the performance and touched something real
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Fifty seven: Does she know?
DAMIENAlan Voss was sitting in my living room like he’d been invited.That was the first thing. The deliberate comfort of it, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of water on the table beside him that Agnes had apparently provided because Agnes was constitutionally incapable of letting anyone sit in this house without offering something, and Alan had taken it with ease.He had four men with him. Posted at intervals around the room with the practiced stillness of security that wanted to be noticed. A statement rather than a necessity. Alan Voss didn’t go anywhere without making a statement.He stood when I walked in, which was the correct thing to do, and flashed a practiced smile I wanted to knock off his smug face with my fist. “Damien.” He extended his hand. “I hope you’ll forgive the early visit.”I shook it briefly. “Alan.”He was a tall man, silver-haired, with the kind of face that had probably been handsome twenty years ago and now carried itself on the memory of that.
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Fifty six: compromise
SERAPHINAThe emptiness inside me was sudden and jarring, a vacuum where he had just been. Damien pulled out, leaving me gasping, my pussy clenching around nothing but air. I whimpered, the sound high and pathetic in the quiet room, my body still vibrating from the aftershocks of what he’d just done to me. He didn’t give me a moment to recover. His rough hand tangled in my hair, using the leverage to guide me downward.I slid off the mattress, my legs weak and unsteady, sinking until my knees hit the plush carpet. The change in angle made my head spin. He loomed over me, a monolith of dominance, his chest heaving with every ragged breath. His cock was right there, thick, glistening with a mixture of my cum and his own pre-cum. The scent of us—musky, salty, and undeniably raw—filled my nose, making my mouth water."Clean me, Sera," he ordered. His voice was rough, scraped raw by the lust he’d been holding back for years. It was a command that settled deep in my bones.I leaned f
Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father Fifty five: Not even close
DAMIENThe rain hammered against the roof of the inn, a relentless, rhythmic thrumming that had been vibrating in my teeth for the last hour. It was the only reason we were here—stuck in this roadside dive instead of halfway home. The storm had turned the interstate into a river, forcing us off the road. But as I looked at Seraphina, I knew the weather was just an excuse. The tension in the car had been a thick, suffocating thing, coiling tighter with every mile, and the confinement of this single room was the spark to the powder keg.I watched her standing by the window, her silhouette framed by the flashes of lightning. She was small, slim, with that pale porcelain skin glowing in the dim light, holding up my shirt, revealing her smooth bra and belly. Slowly, she let her hand drop, looking gorgeous standing there, with her straight black hair cascading down her back and those blue eyes turning to meet mine, the only thing I wanted to guide her into was my bed."You're staring, D
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