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2026-09-07 15:26:35
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Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl One Line Blank 2
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
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl One Line Blank
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
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
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