บททั้งหมดของ Claiming Daddy : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

 Stella   I paced the tarmac anxiously awaiting Lawrence's return. Despite the jet vanishing hours ago, my nerves still thrummed with adrenaline's electric high. So much chaotic emotion churned in the aftermath - was justice truly served banishing my abusers halfway across the world?"They are finally gone."The distant beat of helicopter blades jarred me from restless thoughts. I peered desperately seeking first glimpse. Lawrence always know what right, I assured my spinning doubts.  Finally the sleek chopper crest the horizon, angling toward the private airstrip. My heart leapt as Lawrence stepped down while the rotors idled, his tall form unmistakable. I flew into his waiting embrace, relief crashing over me. "There now, safe and done little bird." His words rumbled comfort, stroking my hair. I burrowed closer, tension slowly r

Dinner Together  Stella  "James seems nice doesn't he Fluffy? I wonder why Lawrence gets so tense around him though," I murmured.  My devoted little feline companion purred in my lap as I scratched underneath her chin, not particularly invested in the family drama of rich people. A few moments later, the penthouse elevator dinged, announcing Lawrence's arrival with James in tow. Speak of the devil, it seems big brother extends his visit! James' grin seemed etched permanently in place. "Well if it isn't the lady of the hour! Don't look now Lawrence but I think an angel smiled down upon your grim abode for once." I flushed slightly at the dramatic compliment as James clasped my hands warmly in greeting.  He certainly enjoyed flamboyant flair unlike his uptight brother. Lawrence simply scooped up little Fl

Alone & Memories    Stella   "Ugh my head pounds like a bass drum, Fluffy..." I squinted against the morning sunlight spearing into my eyes. My pet feline simply purred obliviously, nestled on the pillow as I struggled to sit up.   Fragments of last night flashed disjointed through my aching skull. Dinner's free flowing wine...James' infectious laughter and Lawrence's brooding tension thickening by the glass...stumbling home supported under Lawrence's thunderous expression.   I groaned softly, cradling my head gingerly. No doubt I acted the silly fool under intoxication's influence.    And likely shameless flirt if fuzzy recollection proved accurate. Heat climbed my cheeks remembering possible indiscretions.   Gathering tattered dignity about my robe, I ventured unsteadily out seeking Lawrence. But the penthouse echoed cavernous in his absence.&

Bitter Truth Lawrence "It's trauma manifesting physically through unrelenting stress and night terrors. Her psyche struggles reconciling past and present so symptoms express that chaotic battle violently." Dr. Elias eyed me sternly, correctly interpreting my clenched jaw as reluctance accepting prognosis rather than poor bedside manner lacking appropriate sympathy for a patient's suffering. As though I felt nothing gutting out Stella's anguish firsthand! Wretched helplessness eroded legendary control facing such savage cruelty forged by human monsters and accidental tragedy alike leaving smoldering wreckage no amount wealth or power now repaired. "Her body and mind still screamed endless paying unbearable costs simply enduring hells I glimpsed merely edge of before sanity itself ripped asunder." He muttered. "So yes, professional detachment served copiously mixing business with boiling emotions unproductive getting the job done here." He added. I swallowed blistering retor

The Unveiling Threat & The Unlikely AllianceLawrenceSomething sinister lurked in the shadows - I felt it in my bones. Stella's "accidents" came too frequently of late to be dismissed as chance. My jaw clenched imagining her lovely face marred by the motorcycle "mishap" last week. No, some hidden force orchestrated these attacks. I swore to unmask the threat and crush it, no matter how powerful. I dispatched more guardians to watch Stella discreetly, trusting few outside our pack now. Their reports painted an unsettling picture - "coincidental" run-ins with shady strangers near her favorite cafe, "maintenance" crews with questionable access to her building's wiring and pipes. Something foul festered behind the scenes, reaching tentacles into my company and properties even. A rat hid amongst us, answering to powers shrouded still.Bits and pieces hinted at one name whispered fearfully in underworld circles - Constantine. My hackles rose at memories from father's war stories - the b