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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-17 09:52:05

"Do you have any idea how gangsters treat the women they claim?" he purred, his fingers lightly brushing the nape of my neck.

His touch was featherlight, yet intensely possessive. My breath hitched in my throat, my heart slamming against my ribs.

"Most gangsters kidnap their women," he murmured, his dark voice vibrating right against my skin. "And the few who don't will lock them away from the world—treating them like beautiful trophies, cultivated entirely for their own pleasure."

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  • My Husband's Father Wants Me   30

    Ethan's POVThe leather chair felt like a bed of nails, but I forced myself to sit straight, slamming my palms down onto the mahogany conference table.The sharp crack echoed through the boardroom, snapping every single executive to attention."It's been over twelve hours, and the news is still trending at the top of every feed," I growled, my voice dropping an octave as I glared down the table. "What on earth do I even pay you for?"Mr. Hanson, the head of Public Relations, shrank back into his seat, nervously adjusting his glasses. He looked entirely out of options. "Mr. Sterling, we have been deploying every standard suppression protocol since dawn, but nothing is yielding results. It's... it's as if an invisible hand is working behind the scenes to keep the story pinned at the top.""A hand?" I scoffed, leaning forward. "You're telling me a localized marital scandal can't be buried by the most expensive PR team in Pearl City because of an invisible 'hand'?""The stock prices are p

  • My Husband's Father Wants Me   30

    I had only said those words to end our debate, but he had taken my exhaustion as an invitation.*What if I actually decided against this? Would a man like Damian Sterling ever truly accept a ‘no’?*I didn't need to think for more than two seconds to know the answer.He must have sensed my thoughts spiraling again, because his long fingers intertwined with mine, his grip tightening as he gently tugged me closer."What are you doing?" I murmured, attempting to pull my hand back."Arabella," he rasped, his heavy gaze locking onto mine."What?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."I just wanted to say your name," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Arabella... Arabella."My heart skipped a violent beat, my eyelashes fluttering in a subconscious tremor. I had no idea my name could sound so tender and yet so dark, and so intoxicating on someone else's lips.I was completely paralyzed. I could only stand there in his shadow, staring up at the man repeating my name in that vel

  • My Husband's Father Wants Me   29

    As if he could read the turmoil racing through my mind, Damian spoke again, his voice dropping into a low rumble. "I don't expect anything in return from you, Arabella. Consider this my contribution toward your new beginning."His grey eyes locked onto mine, burning with a warm, steady intensity. "I know you are still anxious about your divorce being finalized. But allow me to take responsibility for your fresh start."He reached out, his long fingers sliding the silver keycard across the polished table until it rested against my knuckles, repeating the very words he had spoken in the SUV hours ago."Take this as your chance to make new memories... good ones," he urged softly. "Hand the painful memories over to me, Arabella. Let me build better ones in their place."My heart skipped a frantic beat.I stared at him as a massive crack fractured the walls I had fought so desperately to build against him.*Could someone this good—this protective—truly exist for me?*Damian Sterling stood

  • My Husband's Father Wants Me   28

    "Do you have any idea how gangsters treat the women they claim?" he purred, his fingers lightly brushing the nape of my neck.His touch was featherlight, yet intensely possessive. My breath hitched in my throat, my heart slamming against my ribs."Most gangsters kidnap their women," he murmured, his dark voice vibrating right against my skin. "And the few who don't will lock them away from the world—treating them like beautiful trophies, cultivated entirely for their own pleasure."Every muscle in my body went rigid, my thoughts spiraling out of control.I had always known Damian Sterling as a quiet, aloof, and formidable titan.He was a man of calculated, terrifying patience—the kind of strategist who moved like a chess master, always ten steps ahead.I never imagined that when it came to the desires of his heart, he could be this aggressive, this raw, and this utterly domineering.It felt impossible to build a defense against him. But why did I feel like I was the one to blame? I ha

  • My Husband's Father Wants Me   27

    Damian turned an icy, razor-sharp gaze onto Jake and uttered a single, low command: "Scram.""Yes, Boss!" Jake squeaked, dumping the massive paper bag onto the entryway console before practically throwing himself into the elevator.The doors slid shut with a quiet chime, leaving Damian and me standing alone in the silent, echoing hallway.I couldn't form a single sentence. I was utterly mortified, my face burning with a fiery, unbearable heat. I had completely, spectacularly misunderstood his intentions."A mistress?" Damian drawled softly, tasting the word on his tongue as if analyzing its texture. "It sounds strangely intriguing coming from your lips."There was an unreadable, dangerous glint in his gray eyes. They looked darker than usual—heavy, intense, and hooded. His gaze drifted slowly down from my eyes, lingering on my mouth before sweeping over my entire body and returning to hold my gaze hostage.The obscure, predatory light dancing in his eyes made my lungs freeze.I bit m

  • My Husband's Father Wants Me   26

    26I kept my gaze glued to the passenger window, desperately avoiding his heavy, focused stare."Do you enjoy looking at the city skyline that much?" Damian asked, his voice smooth and amused. "Or am I really that scary?""It's a city full of painful memories," I replied softly, my tone guarded. "Why would I like it?"Damian deliberately ignored the gloomy edge in my words, letting out a low chuckle. "So, you don't think I'm scary?""I didn't say..." The rest of my sentence caught in my throat as the trap snapped shut.By stating I didn't like the city, I had implicitly answered his binary question: *he wasn't the scary one.*A subtle smile spread across his features as he caught my flustered expression. "Why don't you take this as your chance to make new memories... good ones? Hand the painful memories over to me, Arabella. Let me build better ones in their place."My body went completely rigid.The weight of his words settled heavily in the air. I didn't know how to respond, nor di

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