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2026-10-24 23:11:58
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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
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Meadow
Daphne's POVThe road to the ranch narrows from asphalt to gravel, and halfway down it, a man in a dark jacket steps out from behind a fence post and raises one hand.Luca slows the car without a word. The man bends to the window, sees Julian in the back seat, nods once, and steps aside. A hundred yards further on, there's another. Then a third, half hidden in the brush at the bend, and a small gray camera on a post I'd have missed if I hadn't started counting."That's a lot of men," I say."There used to be none," Julian says.I look out at the fields. They roll away on both sides, brown and gold under a pale sky, and the air coming through the cracked window smells like cold dirt and woodsmoke. A thin line of smoke rises from a chimney up ahead, straight and unhurried. It's a picture of a place where nothing has ever gone wrong.Then we come over the last rise, and I see the barn.It's new. The timber is still pale, the color of honey, and the roof lines are crisp against the sky. I
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The wedding Plan 2
Daphne"Four," I say."He's very thorough.""Boss," Luca says to the ceiling. "There was a fifth, but it had a seaweed problem."Julian laughs, a real one, and I laugh into his shirt, and for a minute the kitchen is full of the sound of it."One more thing," he says, when we've recovered."What now?""One extravagance. Just one." His hands settle at my waist. "I want to give you something grand. It doesn't have to be seen by anyone else. It can be a small thing, even. But there has to be one thing that says I would have closed the city if you'd let me."I think about it. I think about the ring in the shop with no sign, and the oak tree, and a card with one word in a jeweler's careful hand."Surprise me," I say. "But I can't see it coming.""Done.""And it doesn't involve a helicopter.""It might involve a sky.""A *sky.*""I'm not saying anything else."The rest of the morning goes in a blur.I make my own list, on a legal pad, in pencil. Eli to walk me. Layla beside me. Lily to carry
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Wedding Plan 1
Daphne's POVJulian puts his phone face-up on the breakfast table, between the toast and the marmalade, and slides it toward me with one finger."Read that."I'm on my second cup of weak tea, wrapped in his robe, and I'm in no condition to read anything. I read it anyway. It's a calendar page, a single square with a date circled in red."That's a week from today," I say."Yes.""What happens a week from today?""You marry me." He picks up his toast, examines it, and sets it down again. "I've had it confirmed. The officiant is booked. Harrison drew up the license. All that's missing is you.""Julian.""I know what you're going to say.""I'm going to say *a week.*""I know." He lifts his eyes. For a moment the usual composure falls away, and I see the man who knelt in wet grass at midnight with no ring. "I don't want to wait for the next good moment. We did that. We said *when it's over,* and then something came and showed me how little time that sentence takes to turn false. I'd like t
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Loud House
Julian's POVThe banner over the front door says WELCOME HOME in letters that start large and get steadily smaller, as though whoever painted it ran out of room and refused to admit it.Luca opens the car door for Daphne, then for me. We take the walk to the porch slowly, one step at a time, her hand tucked into my elbow and my other hand pressed lightly against my side. The doctors cleared us for the drive an hour ago. They also gave us a folder of instructions as thick as a phone book, which Luca is carrying, along with a bag of medications and a plastic bag of hospital slippers that neither of us wanted to leave behind.From the other side of the door comes a sound I know well from every corner of this house, which is the sound of a great many people trying to be quiet."They're not good at it," Daphne whispers."No."I push the door open."*SURPRISE*," says everyone, in three different rhythms, and then Eli says, "No, wait, we were supposed to do it together," and Layla says, "We
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl A piece Of Me
Julian's POVI hear Lily before I see her.It starts as a thump at the far end of the corridor, then a rising chant of "Which door? Which door? Which *door?*" and Katrina's lower voice answering. Then there's a pause, and the sound of Luca saying something polite. Daphne, propped against her pillows with her hair brushed for the first time in days, looks at me with her whole face lit up. I'm in the wheelchair beside her bed in my blue robe, with the IV pole parked behind me like a patient dog, and I decide that for ten minutes I'm going to act as though I'm not being held together by stitches.The door opens a hand's width. A small face appears in the gap, nose first."Is it okay to come in?""It's more than okay," Daphne says.Lily comes in on tiptoe, in her yellow raincoat with the hood still up, one fist clutching a folded piece of paper and the other gripping a stuffed rabbit by its ear. She stops two steps inside and stares at the room. At the machines, the bed rails, the clear b
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