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Take Daddy In.

Chapter 230. Rosealba was still tied—legs bound, body trembling, breath ragged. Her skin glowed, glistening with sweat and soaked pleasure, but Drystan wasn’t done. Not even close.He reached for the drawer again. This time, his fingers curled around a sleek black vibrator—long, powerful, merciless.When Rosealba saw it, her eyes widened.“Drystan…” she whispered, voice hoarse, needy.He returned to the bed slowly, letting her see it. Letting her feel the tension coil again, deep in her gut.“You’ve been begging for it with your body,” he murmured, kneeling between her legs. “So now… Daddy’s going to let you feel everything. Until you break.”He pressed the vibrator against her inner thigh first—low setting, just a hum. She flinched. A sharp gasp escaped her lips.“Oh—God…”She trembled, watching as he dragged the vibrator higher, teasing the edge of her soaked folds, just barely skimming over her clit without settling.Her hips twitched uncontrollably.“Drystan—please…” she gasped,

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

Ruining Her Softly.

Chapter 231. Rosealba’s back arched gently. “Daddy…” she whimpered, her voice trailing. “Shhhhs….” Drystan mumbled kissing her shoulder from behind. “I know… I know you are sore. You are tired, but… you will take me. You will take me okay?”Rosealba head fell into a gentle nod, tears slipping down her cheeks. She wanted it herself. She wanted to feel him throbbing and thrusting In and out of her. Drystan leaned in, kissing her cheeks away while pushing himself into her. His hips rolled slow, deep. Barely pulling back before sinking into her again.“Ummmmm…” She whimpered, a soft broken sound muffling against her throat. Her body twitched, spent and trembling under him, but she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t. She wouldn't. “Shh…” he whispered, mouth brushing the shell of her ear, voice low and wrecked. “You can take it, sunshine… just a little more.”Her legs shifted weakly around his waist, a small cry breaking from her throat. He was still so deep. So full inside her.“I know,

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

Let’s Get Married.

Chapter 232.Lina sat on her bed, fingers clutching her phone gently in guilt. For a week now, she had been feeling guilty. Guilty for walking into Rosealba’s office to say all of those things to her.Five days back, she had gotten an email from a spa house… that her best friend had booked a bonding session with her. When she requested the date of the booking and the person behind it, it had been none other than Rosealba, and the booking date had been some days prior to when she had stormed into Rosealba’s office.A pang of guilt clutched at her chest.She shouldn’t have acted rashly.She shouldn’t have spoken to Rosealba that way.Beside her stood her bodyguard, some inches away from her.“I think you should talk to her.” His voice came up, eyes fixed on the wine he was mixing.Lina’s head lifted up. “Is that mine?” she inquired about the wine he was mixing, and he let out a brief nod, handing it over to her.“Thank you….” she whispered, swirling the glass gently before lifting it u

Last Updated : 2025-06-30

Moment Of Peace.

Chapter 233.The air in the room stilled, and Drystan glared at Rosealba, heart thumping against his chest.His lips curled. Then he scoffed. Surprised. Stunned. Dazed.He searched through her eyes, trying to find any hint of tease, but there were none. Her eyes were bright. Bright with life, bright with sincerity.Then it dawned on him.She meant it.She meant every inch of her words.She wanted them to get married. Realistically.His brows tugged in, and the scoff on his face vanished, replaced with a quiet warmth and doubt. “Sunshine.”His thumb caressed her cheeks. “Sunshine…. You mean this?”“Yes…” Rosealba replied, her eyes beaming with excitement.Drystan’s heart flipped, and excitement seethed through his core. A rush of warmth surged through his veins, his chest tightening with a wild, unfamiliar joy. His jaw slackened slightly—just for a second—as his mind wrapped itself around her words.Before he could even realize it, he had carried her by the waist, swirling her around t

Last Updated : 2025-07-03

Another Peace Made.

Chapter 234.Rosealba held a glass of wine in her hand, dragging her feet lazily through the compound.Once again… she was back again in the mansion. And soon. Soon, she would be just the Mrs. of this house—and the woman beside the man in charge of it.Previously, she had complained about her life. Complained about being an orphan with parents who didn’t care about her. Complained about being with a man who was a mafia lord and killed people. But during that critical accident moment, she realized something deeper.A man could love you—but will that love stay even on your worst day?Will his love hold you through even on days when you don’t know where you are or what you feel?Will he fight for you both until everything is whole again?Her eyes darted up to the evening sky, and her lips curled into a gentle smile. Soft and subconscious. Warm. Secure.In three days, she would be in Santorini—taking vows with the love of her life, while haters went on with their plans that would never su

Last Updated : 2025-07-05

Sunlight In Santorini.

Chapter 235. The journey to Santorini wasn't a long one and Rosealba had slept her way through it while Drystan carried out other important business deals, that needed his special attention. Their wedding. Oh! The grand wedding of these souls was just barely a day away and the happiness of neither of them could barely be named higher. **Sunlight spilled gently through the gauzy curtains, casting soft gold across the sheets. The wind carried in the scent of the sea—salt and warmth and summer all at once.Rosealba stirred under the silk sheets, breath light, lashes fluttering before her eyes blinked open. And there he was.Drystan. He was sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, one arm resting on his thigh, the other brushing lightly across her shoulder like he couldn’t believe she was real.His eyes were already on her.Still. Intense. Almost reverent, unable to tell the reason he fell in love, just his desire to have her forever. “You’re staring,” Rosealba whispered, voice raspy

Last Updated : 2025-07-06

With You.

Chapter 236. Drystan’s arms locked around her waist, keeping her pulled tight against him as they stood on the terrace, the sun trailing across the sea in golden streaks. Rosealba leaned into him, eyes wide, mouth parted from the beauty before them. It had always been her dream to visit Santorini and explore the beauty of all this wonderful place.The wind lifted a few strands of her hair and Drystan brushed them aside.But before another word passed between them, the door behind creaked open with soft urgency.“My Lord.”The familiar voice was sharp. Controlled. Laced with reverence.Rosealba turned slightly to see a man dressed in tailored black, eyes lowered in a deep bow. He was tall, sharp around the jaw, with the kind of presence that whispered discipline.Andrew.Drystan didn’t even turn. His chin barely moved. He already knew who was standing behind them? He waved a hand—just a flick of his fingers.Dismissive and Powerful.Andrew didn’t flinch. He simply straightened with c

Last Updated : 2025-07-06

The Morning She Became His.

Chapter 237.Rosealba sat in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as they tightened around the banquet of flowers resting on her lap. The soft weight of the petals, wrapped in ivory silk, mirrored the strange weight in her chest—full of things she couldn’t name.Her lips parted in awe as she stared at her own reflection, and for a fleeting second, she couldn’t believe the woman staring back was her. The girl with light blonde hair now crowned in a soft tulle veil, dressed in a delicate white gown that shimmered like quiet moonlight—she was no longer just the girl who once felt abandoned, invisible. Because today, she looked like a poem. Like someone worth choosing forever. Like Drystan’s. The white gown wrapped around her like a second skin, fitted at the waist with a gentle flare that flowed like liquid light with every breath she took. The lace bodice hugged her figure tenderly, embroidered with tiny pearls that caught the golden light streaming through the window. T

Last Updated : 2025-07-07

The Walk to Forever.

Chapter 238. Rosealba stood at the far end of the ivory carpet, breath caught somewhere between her ribs and her throat. The banquet of white gardenias and soft blush peonies trembled slightly in her hands—not because they were heavy, but because her heart was. And across the aisle… He stood. Drystan. Her man. Her chaos. Her calm. Her peace. And everything she never believed she could have. He stood at the altar, waiting—dressed in a black suit that looked like it had been stitched by darkness and silk itself. The crisp shirt beneath, the fitted cut that hugged his strong frame, the quiet gleam of a single cufflink catching the sunlight. But none of it compared to his face. Because it wasn’t just handsome today—it was undone. It was full. It was lethal and ethereal in every form. His eyes… oh, his eyes. They held something raw. Something reverent. Like he was staring at a miracle, and he knew it. They weren’t the eyes of a man waiting for a bride. They were the eyes of a man w

Last Updated : 2025-07-08

The Words That Made Them One.

Chapter 239. The hush that fell over the terrace was a living thing—soft, thick, full of breathless hearts. Even the sea below seemed to quiet, the breeze holding its peace, the sunlight wrapping them in golden stillness. Drystan and Rosealba stood face to face now, hands entwined, the ocean behind them, the world around them, but nothing—nothing—between them. The priest’s voice came low and calm, gentle like it understood what this moment meant. “We are gathered today,” he said softly, “to witness a vow. Not just of love—but of surrender. Of choosing. Of binding.” Drystan’s eyes never left her. And Rosealba… her lashes trembled as she stared up at him, the air thick between them, the heat in her chest rising with every beat of his heart she could feel against her palm. “Drystan,” the priest said, stepping slightly back. “Your vow, if you’re ready.” Drystan inhaled, slow and deep, excitement bubbling beneath his skin. The sun touched the curve of his jaw. His thumb brushed a

Last Updated : 2025-07-09

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