LOGINDuke’s POV“Answer it,” I said, my voice low and controlled, carrying just enough authority to make it clear that this wasn’t a suggestion but a command she couldn’t ignore.Evelyn froze for the briefest moment.I noticed the hesitation in her movements, then stiffening of her shoulders before she forced herself to relax.Then, as though nothing had happened, she composed herself.A small, practiced smile settled on her lips as she lifted the phone to her ear.“Hello, Miss Ven… didn’t you get our order?” she said smoothly, her tone shifting effortlessly into something professional and light, as though this was just another routine call.I didn’t say a word.Instead, I watched her—closely, carefully, studying every little detail as though I could peel back the layers of her calm expression and find whatever she was trying to hide beneath it.There was a pause on the other end of the call.“No,” she continued after a moment, her voice steady and controlled. “We only ordered that quantit
Duke’s POVI have been avoiding Miss Carter ever since that night.The memory alone made my jaw tighten.I still couldn’t believe how badly I’d misread the situation. How I’d mistaken her for Camille in the dark. And her hands on my cock and almost sucking my…I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over my face.It was a mess.Since then, being around her had felt tense. Like we were both pretending something hadn’t happened when it clearly had. If I was uncomfortable, she wasn’t exactly hiding her irritation either.But I couldn’t keep dodging her forever.First, I needed to apologise. Clear the air.And then there was the issue of the kitchen staff—Dylan had been complaining nonstop about the shortage of staff. That needed fixing too.I picked up my phone and dialed her number.“Hello, boss,” her voice came through, smooth as ever. “How was your night?”“Evelyn, come to my study. Now.”I didn’t wait for a response. I ended the call immediately.After a quick shower, I got dressed and he
“Hey… preggy daughter.”Duke’s voice came with a soft knock, followed by an easy smile, pulling me out of my dirty thoughts.“I brought you a late-night snack.”For a second, my brain didn’t process his words.Then I noticed the food rack in his other hand.Heat rushed to my face instantly.Oh God…My thoughts from earlier came crashing back, and embarrassment curled tightly in my chest.What was wrong with me?I stepped aside quickly.“Come in, sir…”He walked in without hesitation and carefully, he placed the tray on the table.For a moment, I thought he would stay.But instead, he turned as if to leave.Then he stopped.Before I could react, his arms came around me and wrapped me in a firm, warm embrace.I froze.“Daddy loves you, okay?” he said softly, his voice low, almost protective. “Sleep tight. I’ll see you in the morning.”My breath caught.It was over before I could even respond.He pulled away, gave me one last look, then walked out without waiting for a reply.The door cl
My phone started ringing almost immediately.My heart jumped.For a split second, I thought it was Venessa.But when I looked at the screen, I exhaled in relief.Dylan.I picked up quickly.“Good evening, chef Dylan.”“Good evening, ma—”I blinked.I blinked.Ma?The word landed awkwardly, like something borrowed that didn’t quite belong to me.“I called to inform you that dinner will be served in five minutes,” he continued, his tone polite and professional.“Oh… alright. Thank you, sir, but…” I hesitated, unsure how to phrase it without sounding rude.He paused, waiting.“Can you please not call me ‘ma’? It’s uncomfortable,” I said finally.There was a brief silence.“Sorry, ma, but we are just obeying orders,” he replied.I sighed quietly, knowing there was no point pushing further.“Okay… um, one more thing. Can you bring my food to my room?”Another pause. Slightly longer this time.Then—“Sorry, ma, but I’ll need the chairman’s approval for that,” he said. “If there’s nothing els
“Because from today,” Duke said slowly, his eyes fixed on mine,“I am adopting Camille as my foster daughter.”The words seemed to echo in the room.“She will no longer do any domestic work in this house,” he continued calmly. “And she will be staying in the main house.. under my personal supervision. I expect everyone to accord her the respect she deserves.”Silence fell.Not the calm kind—but the heavy and shocked kind of silence.Confusion spread across every face in the room.Some looked shocked.Others exchanged uncertain glances.And then there was Sandra.She looked like she might explode.Her jaw clenched so tightly I thought her teeth would crack.As for me, I couldn’t move.Foster daughter?My mind struggled to catch up with what I had just heard.A man who has slept with me several times.A man who I have sucked his cock and swallowed his cum..Now stood in front of everyone, calling me his daughter?It didn’t make sense.None of this did.“I’ll show you your room,” Duke sa
“It’s not yours, sir.”The words left my mouth quietly, but they carried more weight than I expected.I braced myself for Duke's anger, accusations or disappointment.But none of that came.Instead, Duke froze.For a moment, he just stared at me, as if trying to process what I had said. Then, slowly… something shifted.He exhaled and to my greatest shock—He smiled.A faint, almost relieved smile.My brows furrowed.Is he really relieved that the child wasn’t his?After everything… After all those nights he had fucked me without protection?A sharp ache settled in my chest.I was disappointed and angry for thinking that maybe I meant anything to him.How foolish of me.“Is it Leonard’s?” he asked suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts.My lips parted, ready to answer, but I stopped.Voices drifted in from outside the ward.Muffled at first, then a bit clearer.“Why are you standing here Eve?” Doctor Alphaeus’ voice cut through.A pause.“Oh. Doctor Alphaeus, I—I just arrived.” I quic
Duke’s POVI used to be a disciplined man.Faithful. Conservative. Predictable.At least… until Vanessa’s betrayal shattered everything I believed about love, loyalty, and family.Before Vanessa's betrayal, my life was simple. Work, home, my son, and the quiet satisfaction of building something tha
Inside my room, I tried to eat.But the smell of the biscuits turned my stomach. Strangely, I craved something sour or tangy. I settled for a few bites anyway, forcing them down until the nausea eased.A knock sounded at my door.I opened it to find a chubby lady staring at me.Her eyes moved slowl
I woke up late.Very late.My alarm clock had been ringing, but I hadn’t heard a thing. When I finally opened my eyes and checked the time, panic shot through me.“Great… just great,” I muttered.I had slept in the early hours of the morning after tossing and turning all night.Everything that happ
“Interesting,” Duke said as he stepped closer to me.My stomach tightened instantly.He tilted his head slightly, studying my face like I was some kind of puzzle he intended to solve.“Tell me something, Miss Camille.”His voice dropped lower.“Who sent you here?”My heart started thumping painfull







