My Ex-Boyfriend's Daddy Is Obsessed With Me

I felt the world spin as I stared at the two of them.They moved like there was no one watching. And maybe that’s exactly what they thought—that they were alone. Until Sheila turned her head and saw me.For a moment, she froze when our eyes met. But then she looked away and replaced the shock with a mocking smile. She gripped Justin’s waist tighter and rolled her hips deliberately.“Oh, Justin!” she moaned.It was like a thousand knives stabbed me in the chest.She saw me—and she still kept going.How could she do this to me?She was my best friend. The one who knew all my complaints in life. All my relationship problems—including my doubts about Justin.My fists clenched at my sides. The pain that consumed me slowly began to turn into something darker. Rage.“You... You heartless monsters!” I cried, my voice shaking violently.Justin immediately stopped and turned toward me, eyes wide with shock. He quickly scrambled off Sheila and pulled a blanket over his naked body.Sheila pretend

“Whooo! Let’s dance!” I shouted.I raised my glass high and jumped to the beat like I didn’t care about anything anymore. Right after my talk with Tita Cecile, I found myself walking straight into a club. This is where I poured everything out—all the pain and bitterness that they gave me.For the last time before I disappear, I’d let it all out here… before I finally fly to Italy.There was nothing else I could do. They made me feel so small. They all deceived me.“Whoa, Miss! You’ve got the moves!”I froze when I felt someone press against my back. When I turned, I saw a guy grinning widely behind me. I frowned and pushed him away.“Leave me alone,” I muttered, holding my head for a second as dizziness washed over me.But once I steadied myself, I kept dancing. I didn’t come here for creeps—I came to drown it all out.“Come on, Miss! I’ve been watching you for a while now. You look so sad.”“Hey!”I gasped when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind.I leaned against him

Two years have already passed.I never thought time could fly by so fast.After everything that happened back then, I forced myself to rise again. I left the Philippines and flew to Italy to chase my dream.Since then, I’ve heard nothing from Justin or Sheila. I changed my number. Blocked them on all my social media accounts.Honestly, I’ve become a different person.It was painful at first, so painful that there were nights I could barely breathe just remembering their betrayal. But I used that pain. I turned it into fuel to build myself again.And now… here I am.From being the girl who cried on a stranger’s shoulder in a club, to standing in front of the mirror in my own studio in Milan, wearing confidence like a second skin.I’m no longer “just” Mica.I’m Mikyla Ferrer, lead designer of Savarre Éclat—one of the most prestigious jewelry houses in Europe.My designs have been featured in fashion magazines, and my latest collection is scheduled to walk the runway in Paris next month.

I didn’t know how I made it through the next few seconds.My knees wanted to buckle, but I forced myself to breathe—to act like I was still in control.Even when I wasn’t.I watched Tito Damien speak gracefully with Ms. Dianna Jean. He moved with effortless command.His tailored black suit clung to him like armor—crisp, powerful, and intimidating.One look, and you’d know immediately: this was a man of power. And someone you’d never dare cross.Of all the companies he could have owned… why did it have to be Montier Luxury?If I could walk out right now, I would.But I couldn’t—because this was my moment.And I wasn’t about to ruin it just because of my past.I cleared my throat and took a deep breath, lifting my chin as I finally walked toward them.“I’m glad you arrived in time, sir,” Ms. Dianna said as she admired the pieces. “Just look at these…”“Some things,” Damien replied, his voice low and deliberate, “are better when unexpected.”Then it happened.His eyes flicked toward mine

I blinked rapidly, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted to push him away, but my body… it wouldn’t move. It was like my muscles had locked up from the weight of his words.He wasn’t even smiling to soften them—no hint of a joke.“H-Huh?”The corner of his lips curled, slow and deliberate, a predator’s smirk. His eyes narrowed slightly, searching mine like he could dig through my thoughts if he stared long enough.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly so dry it almost burned. My heartbeat was getting louder, faster—thud, thud, thud—until I was certain he could hear it, too.“I still remember everything, Mika,” he whispered.His breath slid across my cheek, warm and intoxicating, laced with fresh mint and the faint, smoky bite of whiskey. My knees trembled—not just from the words, but from the memory they dragged to the surface.Then—his touch. Fingers brushing my cheek with the kind of care that made my skin ache. My breaths came uneven, shallow, like my lungs had forgotten how to wo