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200. The Beginning of Leaving

ผู้เขียน: Vela Raven
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SELENA

Three weeks after the school meeting, the house had learned a new version of quiet.

Kael left earlier and came back later. The company was “bleeding in places that required hands,” which was his way of saying Liam had stopped being a dining-room problem and become a week-long series of closed-door calls.

I learned the shape of those days by the sound of his shoes in the entryway: hard, fast, already angry at something that had happened before he reached our gate. He still kissed Sienna
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  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    244. Don’t Make Me Hunt You

    KAELThree nights should have taught my body she was staying. Selena slept angled toward the window, one arm thrown over the edge, mouth soft in a way she never allowed when conscious. Every morning I watched her for a second too long before getting up, as if looking could pin her to the mattress. Possessive. Unreformed. She knew. She caught me doing it on the second morning and stared straight through the hunger until I looked away first.That was the new shape of the house: I had her, and I did not own her ease.Sienna took the change with the brutal adaptability of children. Thursday breakfast was cereal arguments and missing socks. Selena poured milk in my kitchen without performing gratitude. I signed two succession memos in the study with counsel’s voice in my ear, Liam’s counsel requesting delay, board scheduling formal review, interim language dead, and hung up when Sienna ran in demanding I look at a drawing of a horse that might have been a dog. Selena leaned in the doorwa

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    243. I stopped fighting it

    SELENA He didn’t move from the desk when I came in.That helped. If he had stood and reached, my body might have done something cheaper than what I was actually here to do. Instead Kael watched me cross the carpet like a man tracking a blade, hands flat on the wood, the screens behind him still spitting quiet catastrophe. Close up, he looked worse; sleepless, charged, the kind of handsome that felt unfair in a room full of consequences.I closed the study door.“Sienna’s with staff,” I said.“I know.”Of course he knew. He always knew where she was. The difference was he didn’t put her name on the table between us like a coin.I stood on the opposite side of the desk because chairs made things look like meetings. My hands wanted something to do and got nothing. The bruise under my sleeve pulsed once, a stupid reminder of vans and wet brick and the way his violence had looked on a phone screen while men in suits argued about fitness.“I’m not here to decorate your crisis,” I said.Hi

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    242. He still ruins me

    SELENAI found out Liam was losing when I got back, the same way everyone else did, too fast, through other people’s mouths.First the house changed temperature. Staff stopped doing the careful quiet of crisis and started doing the sharper quiet of listening. Then Kael’s counsel arrived without a jacket, went into the study with a tablet, and left the door half open like secrecy had become less useful than speed. I walked past with laundry that wasn’t mine to fold and caught three words from a man who didn’t see me:“…suspended… trail is real… hospital…”Hospital.Alley.The van.My hands went cold on the fabric.By late afternoon the news wasn’t news anymore inside these walls. It was weather. I fed Sienna noodles, cut them too small, watched her narrate an entire cartoon universe into her bowl. She asked if Daddy was winning. I told her Daddy was working. She accepted that because working was a shape she understood.Kael didn’t come to the table.I found him after I put her in fro

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    241. Burn with me

    KEAL The emergency session smelled like carpet cleaner and fear.I walked in late enough to make them look at the door, early enough that no one could claim I’d flinched. Screens already lit. The alley clip looping on mute in one corner like a decoration someone had chosen for spite. My own fist rising and falling without sound. A couple of directors couldn’t stop glancing at it. Liam sat two chairs off-center with his phone face-down, tie perfect, expression arranged into concern. The concern almost looked real if you didn’t know his mouth.“Kael,” the chairwoman began, “given the gravity… ”“You’ve all seen the video,” I said, taking my seat. “We’re not going to narrate it like a children’s book.”A few mouths tightened.They started with soft knives. Fitness. Stability. Exposure. The company’s duty to partners. I let the first wave pass while I watched hands; who took notes, who didn’t, who looked at Liam before they looked at me. The room had already tilted. Liam spoke when he

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    240. Call her mine

    KEAL“No,” I said, and felt Selena’s attention tighten in the hallway like a held breath.Clara went silent for half a second, rare enough to be almost impressive. Then her voice came back sharper, closer to the mouthpiece, as if volume could force the phone into Selena’s hand.“Don’t you ‘no’ me, Kael. Put my daughter on.”“She’s not a document you get to sign off on at midnight.”“She is my child.”“She’s my wife.” The words came out before I could sand them down, low and absolute. In the hall, Selena didn’t move. I kept my eyes on her while Clara inhaled hard enough to be audible.“Your wife,” Clara repeated, and the disgust in it was not small. “The one who ran. The one in the middle of this circus while your face is on a video beating men like a street dog. Do you have any idea what people are saying?”“Yes.”“Then act like it. Put her on the phone. Now.”Selena took one more step, enough that the lamp from the guest room cut a thin line across her throat. Her expression was unre

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    239. Back where it hurts

    SELENA My key stuck in the lock the way it always did, and for some reason that tiny familiar annoyance almost made me cry.Inside, the place smelled like closed windows and the ghost of detergent. No staff quiet. No expensive air. Just the table with one chair kicked out from yesterday morning and a mug I hadn’t washed. I dropped my bag, stood in the middle of the room, and listened hard; fridge, street, my own blood in my ears. Nothing else. No van door. No footsteps timed to mine.It still didn’t feel like safety. It felt like a box someone could find again if they already knew the shape of my name.I showered until the water ran cold, scrubbed my arm too roughly around the bruise, and put on clean clothes that didn’t smell like his house. In the mirror my mouth still looked like it had been kissed into bad decisions. I turned away before I could start replaying the guest bed in high detail.Phone on the counter. The one he’d forced into my hand. I stared at it like it might bite.

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    003. Please, Daddy

    “No… we’re not done,” I whispered as I got up from the bed. His gaze immediately dropped down to my breasts dangling out of my top. "Damn it, Selena." He growled. "You're Liam's wife." "I don't care." I shivered a bit at the look in his eyes. My inner thighs were still slick. God, I wanted him

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    002. Wet for Daddy

    No, no, no ,no , what the hell is this about? What's he doing here? I couldn't take my eyes off him. Kael stood in the doorway. Huge,calm and confident as always. At 47, His eyes were dark as it raked over me, with a clenched jaw. "I'm not allowed to come in?" He asked, with his deep rough

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    001. Craving For My Father-in-law

    "Just put the damn cock in me, Liam!." I mumbled in pain as I dipped two fingers into my wet pussy. While my husband fixed his tie for work. "Not now, Selena." He didn't even spare me a glance. Not now? God this is frustrating. Ever since we got married a month ago, we only fucked one time. I

  • Please Ruin Me, Daddy    006. Daddy Said Don’t Keep Him Waiting

    My stomach dropped as I stared at the screen for what felt like forever. Kael: Wear something pretty tonight. My fingers tightened around my phone, the edges biting into my palm as if that could ground me back into sense. Tonight? Tonight?! We were in the same house. Same damn house. No.

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