All Chapters of Pop My Cherry Daddy!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Chapter 92.The room was dim, filled with the thick scent of cigarettes and regret. Ignazio sat slumped in the plush leather chair, his body heavy with exhaustion, his mind wracked with turmoil. The dim glow of the overhead chandelier cast long shadows across his face, accentuating the dark circles beneath his reddened eyes. His stubble had grown, rough against his jaw, a testament to the days he had spent in this same position—drinking, smoking, waiting.Three days.Three fucking days without Isabella. Three days without the reason he existed. Three days of standing outside Johnson’s house, knocking, pleading, dropping to his knees like a desperate man stripped of his pride—only to be met with silence. Three days of torment, knowing she was inside, breathing, existing, but refusing to see him.It was a kind of death, only slower, more agonizing.Ignazio took another slow drag from his cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly as he exhaled, watching the smoke curl toward the ceilin

Chapter 94. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her body curled in on itself as if trying to shield her heart from the unbearable ache. The dim lighting of the room did nothing to ease the darkness that had settled within her. It had been three days. Three days of isolation. Three days without stepping beyond these walls. Three days of drowning in thoughts that tore her apart. Three days of nothing but disaster.Anna’s death lingered in her mind like a shadow, but the pain of Aunt Amma’s death was a wound that bled deeper, cutting through her with a sharpness she hadn’t anticipated. She had expected to hate her aunt. She had expected to be filled with nothing but loathing after discovering that the woman she once trusted had been the one who murdered her parents.But instead, there was only emptiness.She should have felt relief. She should have rejoiced that the person who had shattered her world was gone. Yet, her heart remained in turmoi

Chapter 96.The moment Ignazio’s lips crashed against hers, Isabella felt herself shatter.His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. Consuming.He devoured her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips, demanding control, owning her.Isabella whimpered against him, her hands threading through his jet-black hair, pulling him closer—harder—deeper. She could taste the fire on his tongue, the raw possession in every movement.Ignazio groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body, making her legs weaken beneath his hold.His hands—rough, strong, familiar—gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, kissing her like a man who had been starving for her, dying for her, burning for her.Her nightgown had ridden up, baring the soft skin of her thighs. Ignazio’s fingers traced the exposed flesh, his touch searing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.His lips broke away from hers

Epilogue. The Day His World Shifted The moment Ignazio’s phone rang, he knew. Before he even answered, a gut-wrenching feeling seized his chest, an instinct so primal it overrode everything else. The boardroom around him blurred—the mahogany table, the men in crisp suits, the foreign investors who had flown in just for this meeting. The deal he had spent months preparing for, one that would add another mountain of wealth to his empire, suddenly meant nothing. Johnson’s voice came through the speaker like a bullet to the heart. “It’s Bella. She’s in labor. We’re on our way to the hospital.” For a split second, the world stopped spinning. And then—chaos. Ignazio shoved back his chair so violently that it scraped against the marble floor. He yanked his suit jacket from the chair, already moving. The stunned silence in the room was deafening. His secretary blinked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Cancel the meeting,” he ordered, his voice edged with finality. Her mouth fell open