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Broke And Fired
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2026-09-01 05:01:11
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Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Take What You Need🌶️
DaphneI tip my chin up and find his mouth again, soft at first, then deeper. The kiss lingers long enough that the air between us turns warm and close. When I pull back just enough to speak, my voice comes out quieter than I expect.“I need you.”Julian’s hands stay on my face. His eyes search mine, careful.“Are you sure? I think you’re a bit emotional right now.”A small laugh slips out of me before I can stop it. It feels strange and welcome at the same time.“I’m very sure. I know what I want. I want this. My head is full of everything that just happened and I keep turning it over and over. A little distraction would help. Something that doesn’t involve property deeds or frozen accounts or people who used to make me feel small. Just you. Just us.”His mouth curves, slow and almost reluctant, like he is trying not to smile and failing.“Fine. But if you start crying again in the middle of it I’m going to assume I’ve done something wrong and freeze completely. You’ll have to
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl His promises
Daphne's POVThe house feels strange to walk back into after two days spent almost entirely inside hospital walls, like I've stepped out of one version of time and into another that moved on without me. I kick off my shoes at the door and head straight up the stairs, mental list already running through my head. Eli’s going to need real clothes once he's finally cleared to go home, not the thin hospital gown he's been stuck in, and I want to bring him something that actually feels like comfort instead of sterile cotton and tubing.I let myself into the guest room he's been staying in since he moved in with us, and it still smells faintly like him, that same cologne he's worn since college, and it catches me off guard for a second, standing in the doorway of a room that's his and empty and quiet in a way it shouldn't be.I pull his duffel bag from the closet and start working through his drawers, folding a few soft t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, his favorite worn-out hoodie with the fr
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The miracle
Daphne's POVI'm still in the waiting room, turning the water bottle over in my hands, when my phone buzzes against my thigh. Unknown number. I almost let it go to voicemail, but something makes me pick up."Hello?""Daphne?" The voice hits me like a slap, familiar in the worst way. "Bianca?" I ask, before I catch myself, already knowing the answer. "Wait. You used an unknown number because I blocked you."I hang up before she can answer.It rings again almost immediately, same unknown number, and I almost don't pick up, but something petty in me wants to hear her scramble for an excuse. I answer, and before she can even get a word out, I'm already talking."Can you stop bothering me? I blocked your number months ago. You had to use some random line just to get through to me, and that should've told you everything you need to know about whether I want to talk to you.""Please." Her voice cracks, and it takes me a second to register that she's actually crying. "Please just listen to m
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Good News
DaphneTime moves strangely in hospital waiting rooms. I've learned that over the past few hours, the way minutes stretch into something closer to hours, and hours blur into something I can't measure at all. Julian got me to eat half a sandwich I don't remember tasting. Layla paced the length of the hallway so many times I lost count. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, I must have dozed off against Julian's shoulder, because I wake to his hand gently squeezing mine."Daphne."I blink my eyes open, disoriented for a second, and then I see him. Dr. Reyes, still in his scrubs, mask pulled down around his neck, walking toward us with his gloves already off. My heart stops somewhere in my chest."Is he—" I can't even finish the sentence. I'm on my feet before I realize I've moved, Julian rising right along with me, his hand steady at the small of my back."He's out of surgery," Dr. Reyes says, and the words land on me like a physical weight lifting. "And it went well. Very well, act
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Surgery Day
DaphneThe hospital room smells like antiseptic and something floral someone tried too hard to cover it with, and Elijah is sitting up in the bed in a gown two sizes too big for him, looking smaller than I've ever seen him look."You're staring at me like I'm already dead," he says, the second I walk in. "Relax. I haven't even gone in yet.""I'm not staring.""You're staring." Layla, already perched on the edge of his bed, points at me without even turning around. "She's been staring since the car.""I'm allowed to stare at my brother." I pull a chair closer and sit, reaching for his hand, and he lets me take it, which tells me more about how nervous he actually is than anything he's said out loud. "I'm allowed to be scared.""Don't be scared." He squeezes my fingers, but his hand is cold, and I notice. "If you're scared, I'm going to be scared, and then we'll both just be sitting here being scared together, and that helps nobody.""Fine." I force a smile I don't entirely feel. "Then
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Anonymous Donor
JulianThe doctor's office is quiet, just the two of us and the hum of the air conditioner, and I've been staring at the folder on his desk for the last thirty seconds without saying a word."You're a match," he says again, like he thinks I didn't hear him the first time. "Blood type, tissue markers, everything lines up. You could donate today if we needed to move that fast.""But you have someone else.""We do." He folds his hands on the desk. "An anonymous donor came forward through the registry. Also a match, maybe even a slightly better one on a few markers. The donor's been very clear about wanting to stay anonymous. No name, no contact, nothing traced back.""You called earlier that there is someone else. So why am I still sitting here?""Because anonymous donors sometimes change their minds," he says. "Because paperwork falls through. Because I'd rather have a backup sitting in my office than find out two days before surgery that we don't have one." He looks at me carefully. "
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