Alle Kapitel von My Daddy and Uncles: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 49

Alina POV"I don’t think this is a good idea..." I said softly, gently stopping Monica’s hand as she tried to brush blush across my cheeks.She let out a sigh. "Alina, it’s your first prom. You should go and have fun—just like other girls your age.""But Uncle didn’t give me permission," I murmured, looking down.Monica rolled her eyes. "So what? Your dad said it’s up to you."Before I could reply, Freya jumped in with a grin. “He’s not even here. We’ll go, have fun, and be back before he even notices.”"Just relax, Alina," Monica added, now applying a soft lipstick to my lips. "You’re a teenager. You deserve to enjoy this part of your life."I glanced at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a maroon bodycon dress, and for the first time ever, I had makeup on. I looked different. More grown-up. Maybe even pretty. Part of me was still nervous, but another part was curious. I wanted to know what prom felt like.Uncle had said no when I asked to go. He didn’t even think about it—just said

Alina’s POV Late night. Cold air. A silence that felt too heavy to breathe.I lay still, wrapped in a thin sheet, my body aching in places I didn’t want to think about. Everything felt slow—like my soul was moving half a step behind my body. I wasn’t crying anymore, just staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what to feel. Not knowing what to believe something inside me felt hollow, like something had been taken that I would never take back. And deep down, I knew what it was. I didn't want to say the word—not even in my head. But it echoed there anywhere. I was raped. It didn't matter that I froze. That I couldn't speak. That I didn't fight. He still did it, and now I had to still live in this body that didn't feel like mine anymore.I hated myself—for being week, for not stopping it, for surviving.I scratched at my skin softly, over the same spot again and again. Not to hurt. Just to feel something that wasn't this. Just to stay grounded. But even that felt wrong.Tears had sto

We reached the hotel. I didn’t even wait for Arc to stop the car—I jumped out, sprinting toward the reception desk.“How may I help you, sir?” the lady behind the counter asked, her voice calm and professional.“I’m Harrison Hayes,” I said, my breathing coming fast, heart pounding in my chest.“Yes, Mr. Hayes,” she replied quickly, signaling to another staff member. “The security room is this way.”“Where’s the school prom party happening?” I asked, eyes darting around the lobby.“It’s in the main hall,” the security guard answered. “Go straight, then take a left.” He paused, studying my expression. “You want to check the cameras to find her, don’t you?”“Arc will go with you,” I said, glancing back just as Arc caught up, slightly out of breath.“Stay connected with me on call,” I told him, already turning toward the hallway. My pulse hammered in my ears as I rushed toward the hall, praying she was safe—somewhere inside, surrounded by her friends.The strong smell of alcohol and smoke

Alina POVEverything feels wrong.Like the world has been wrapped in thick fog and I’m trapped somewhere inside it. My thoughts won’t stay still long enough to make sense of them. They slip away the moment I try to grab them.My body doesn’t feel like mine anymore.It’s trembling, stiff, restless all at once. I can’t understand what’s happening to me. Every small sound feels too loud. The scrape of a chair, someone shifting their weight, even the quiet hum of the room—it all makes my heart slam harder against my ribs.I keep waiting for something bad to happen.Like danger is already here… just hiding in the corners.My breathing comes out uneven, shaky. I pull my arms around myself and squeeze as tight as I can, like I’m trying to hold my own body together before it falls apart. The pressure helps a little. Not much, but enough to keep me from completely losing control.The only clothes on my body was my panty that was cling to my skin. Damp. Cold.I hate the feeling.“Alina… relax.”