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A Hole In The Wall
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2026-11-11 17:34:48
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Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Item Four
Julian's POVI eat standing at the counter. It's her grandmother-in-law's cousin's stew, thick and soft, and I clear the bowl in minutes. When I'm done, she's moved her feet off the chair and pushed it out for me with one toe, and I sit."Forty dresses," she says."I heard.""You didn't hear. You were told a number." She tucks one leg under her. "Let me tell you properly. The first one was the size of a rowboat. I stood in it for four seconds. The second had so many buttons down the back that a woman needed a hook, and when I turned around Eli said I looked like a wedding cake with opinions."I laugh. It comes out louder than I intend. "He said that?""He had a scoring system. One to ten. Anything under six got sent back." She holds up her fingers and counts. "Layla wore a paper plate on her head and said it was a prototype. The dress woman had two assistants who didn't speak. And there was a shawl." She stops, and her face changes, going soft at the edges. "I'm not going to tell you
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl I'm not Afraid
Daphne's POVThe dress woman arrives at nine with two assistants, six rolling racks, and a hush.I don't know what I expected. A flurry, maybe, a clatter of hangers. Instead she stands in the doorway of the living room, a slim woman in a gray cardigan with a tape measure around her neck, and looks at the room for a full ten seconds before she nods. Then she says, "Move that table," and the assistants move it, and by nine-fifteen my living room has become a boutique. Forty gowns hang from the racks in long, whispering rows, cream and ivory and white and one startling shade I think is called champagne. The curtains are drawn. A three-sided mirror stands where the coffee table used to be.Luca has stationed himself in the hallway with his back to the door, a closed gate in a dark suit. Two guards are on the porch. I've stopped noticing. Julian left at dawn with a kiss to my forehead and a promise to be back for dinner, and I've been careful not to ask what for."Right," Layla says. She's
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Daphne "To know where the surgery was going to be." She looks up. "The hospital, the date, the ward. All of it. He said he needed to know. I told him he had no right to ask. He said he understood. He said it again. He didn't argue, Daphne. He just stood there. And I've seen your father angry, I've heard enough about him, but I'd never seen him like that. He wasn't angry. He was begging." "And you told him." "I told him which hospital." Her voice thins. "I didn't give him the date. He seemed to know the rest. And then he asked me not to tell you. He made me swear it. He said you'd never forgive him if you knew he'd asked, and that it was better left alone." She presses her lips together. "I swore. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." The kitchen has gone quiet. A clock ticks somewhere. I realize I'm gripping the edge of the table, and I make my fingers let go one at a time. "Why are you telling me now?" "Because two days after that, you got the call." Her eyes are bright, but her voice
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Daphne's POVLayla comes in with a shopping bag in each hand and a pencil behind each ear, and says, "I made a spreadsheet.""You made a what?""On my phone. During the lunch rush. It's color-coded." She dumps both bags on the kitchen table and starts unloading, sticky notes, three highlighters, a stack of printouts from bridal shops, a pocket calendar with a week of days already crossed out in red. "I know you've got people. I know Julian's got people. But somebody has to be the person with the spreadsheet.""I think that's you.""I've accepted it."It's afternoon, and the house is quiet in the way it's been all week. Julian left after lunch with Luca, with the guards doubled at every door, and told me he'd be back by dinner. I didn't ask where. I've learned the difference between what he can say and what he's protecting me from, and today I decided to let the second one stay shut. There's a legal pad at my elbow with a list in pencil. The tea in my mug has gone cold twice.Layla pul
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl A Hole In The Wall
Julian's POVThe north-end road is closed by the time I reach it.I took the long way from the house, after leaving Daphne inside with the guard doubled and Eli sent upstairs. She didn't argue. She handed me my coat, said to come back with every stitch intact, and went to stand in the kitchen window, where I could see her until the drive curved out of view.Luca meets me at the gate. He looks the way he did the night of the warehouse, gray in the face, jaw locked. He doesn't say hello. He just turns and walks, and I follow him up the gravel lane toward the house, and as we come around the trees I see it.The east wall isn't there.A hole the size of a door has been punched through the second floor, brick and plaster scattered across the lawn in a fan, the window frame hanging by a corner. Black scorch marks climb the siding above it. Beneath, in the churned mud, deep tire ruts run from the grass to the road, wide and heavy, the kind a truck leaves when it's loaded for a purpose.Two m
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Our Perfect World
Daphne's POVThe horse knows me before I'm through the gate. I Named her the first day I was here.I hear it first, the low, rolling nicker that comes from deep in a barrel chest, and then there's a head over the stall door, ears forward, nostrils working. I stop in the aisle of the new barn with the smell of cut pine and hay all around me. I haven't been this close to the animal since before the hospital. For a moment I can't move."Go on," Julian says, behind me. "It's been calling since the car.""It has not.""Luca heard it from the road."I cross the last few feet. The horse lowers its head over the door and pushes its nose into my collarbone, hard, nearly knocking me back a step, and I put both arms around its neck and breathe in. Warm hide, dust, sweet grass, a smell I'd forgotten I'd been starved of. My eyes sting. I press my forehead against the broad, bony plane of its face."Hello, you," I whisper. "Hello. I know. I know. I was gone a long time."The horse blows out a long
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