All Chapters of FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

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Tessa – Charleston, SC

Blurb Tessa o’hara is a leading wedding planner. She gets a call from a strange number asking her to name her price and whatever he would take to ruin his son’s wedding. She bluntly refuses and tells him to come by the office if he wishes to discuss wedding planning preparations not break one. The strange caller is Roy Perri, a billionaire and He’s the groom’s father— not too happy about the match. Tessa’s refusal to his request angers him as he believes nobody says No to him. He comes to see her, the woman who dare said no to him and was speechless, he makes his intentions known and his reasons why. Tessa tells him no amount of money will make her do what he wants, he kidnaps her and keeps her locked in a private house, telling her he is daughter in laws favourite planner, her disappearance would make a difference if there is no planner to plan the wedding, in that house he fucks tessa to frustrate her by the time she gives in and decides to go with the plan, he has already fal

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The office door swung open with a force that rattled the glass panels, drawing every eye from the cluster of whiteboards and laptops. Roy Perri strode in like he owned the place—tall, broad-shouldered, his tailored suit screaming old money. Tessa looked up from her desk, mid-call with a vendor, and froze. This was him. The voice from the phone, now flesh and blood.She ended the call abruptly. "Can I help you?"Roy's gaze locked on her, intense, scanning like he was appraising a rival bidder at auction. "Tessa Langford. The wedding wizard herself. I'm Roy Perri."The name hit like a slap. Her team paused their chatter—Sarah mid-sip of coffee, Mike with a blueprint in hand—watching the intrusion unfold.Tessa stood, smoothing her blouse, meeting his stare head-on. "Perri. As in Samuel's brother? This is a surprise. Your brother's wedding is our current priority. If you're here to discuss details—""Details?" Roy cut in, his voice that same gravelly timbre from the calls, now laced

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The boutique was too quiet once the door clicked shut behind Roy Perri. The air still carried the scent of his cologne—something that smelled like woodsmoke and expensive secrets. Tessa stared at the floor. The shredded check looked like a pile of fallen snow against the dark hardwood. It was millions of dollars. It was a retirement plan. It was also an insult she couldn't afford to swallow."Are you going to leave that there?" Marcus asked. He emerged from the back room, his eyes wide and fixed on the debris. "Because if you don't want it, I have a roll of Scotch tape and a very desperate need for a vacation.""Leave it," Tessa said. Her voice was steady, but her pulse was still thrumming in her throat. "It is trash, Marcus. Treat it as such.""That man is not trash, Tessa. He is the sun that the entire city revolves around. You just spat in the eye of a god.""Then he should have worn goggles. Call the janitor. I need the office cleared. I have a wedding to plan.""You have a war

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The transition from the boutique to the void was a jagged line of sensory fragments. There was the rough bite of a wool blanket against her cheek, the rhythmic hum of high-end tires on asphalt, and the distant, muffled sound of a man speaking into a headset. When the heavy fog in her brain finally cleared, the first thing Tessa realized was that she was no longer moving.She was lying on a bed that felt like a cloud. The sheets were silk, cold and expensive against her skin. She sat up too fast, the room tilting on its axis."Careful," a voice said. "The sedative was a light dose, but it tends to leave a lingering vertigo."Tessa’s head snapped toward the sound. Roy Perri was sitting in a low-slung leather armchair near the window. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. He looked entirely too comfortable for a man who had just committed a kidnapping."Where am I?" Tessa’s voice

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The morning sun did not rise so much as it interrogated the room, bleeding through the floor to ceiling glass until the walnut panels glowed a deep, bloody red. Tessa had not slept. She had spent the night pacing the perimeter of her prison, counting the seconds between the soft hums of the climate control system. By the time the door clicked open at eight, she was sitting in the armchair, fully dressed in a stiff cream sweater and trousers she had found in the wardrobe. She looked like a woman ready for a board meeting, even if she was a prisoner of war.Roy walked in carrying a silver tray. He looked infuriatingly well rested. "You didn't touch the bed," he observed, setting the tray on the low table. "I hope you aren't planning a hunger strike. It is a very cliché way to protest a kidnapping.""I am not hungry for anything you have to offer, Roy," Tessa said. She didn't look at the coffee, despite the caffeine withdrawal screaming at the base of her skull. "What is the schedule? Do

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The third day of the siege felt like a slow burn. The silence of the estate was a weapon, designed to make the prisoner crave the voice of the jailer. Tessa refused to give in. She spent the morning in the library, not reading, but counting the security cameras tucked into the corners of the ceiling. There were twelve on the second floor alone. Every move she made was a data point in Roy’s private experiment.By evening, the air in the house had turned heavy. A storm was rolling in from the mountains, the sky a bruised purple that mirrored the tension in the dining hall. Roy was waiting for her by the fireplace, a bottle of wine already open on the table."You’ve been quiet today," Roy said. He didn't look up from the flames. "No insults? No lectures on my failing emotional budget?""I am saving my breath," Tessa replied. She stood at the edge of the rug, refusing to sit. "Every word I say to you is a gift you don't deserve."Roy stood up. The firelight caught the sharp angles of his

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The light that filtered into the room the next morning felt like a judgment. It was gray and cold, stripped of the firelight’s mercy. Tessa woke up alone in the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around her limbs like a reminder of everything she had surrendered. The air in the room was still, but the silence had changed. It no longer felt like a vacuum; it felt like a bruise.She sat up, pulling the robe tight around her. Every muscle in her body ached with a physical manifestation of her betrayal. She was an organizer of lives, a protector of the "Golden Standard," and in one night of fueled anger and desperate hunger, she had burned her own blueprint to the ground.She walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. Her reflection was a stranger. Her lips were bruised, her eyes shadowed. She looked like a woman who had survived a wreck, only to realize she was the one who had steered into the wall.When she finally gathered enough armor to leave the bedroom, she found R

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The rain had washed the air clean, leaving the estate smelling of pine needles and damp earth. Tessa sat on the terrace, watching Roy pace the perimeter of the stone overlook. He moved like a caged animal that had forgotten the gate was open. He had traded his silk shirts for a heavy navy sweater, looking less like a titan of industry and more like a man who spent his time in the dirt."You’re staring," Roy said without turning around."I’m observing," Tessa corrected. "In my line of work, you learn more from a client’s posture than their guest list. You look like you’re waiting for an explosion."Roy turned, leaning his lower back against the stone railing. "I’m waiting for you to do something predictable. Try to run. Scream. Throw another cup of coffee at the door. Your silence is the most aggressive thing about you.""Maybe I’ve realized that screaming at a man who owns the air I breathe is a waste of oxygen." She stood up, her robe catching the breeze. "You said the house was open

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The library felt different at midnight. The shadows were longer, and the silence carried the weight of a decade of dust. Tessa didn’t need the lights on; the moon was a cold, bright eye looking through the glass. She was sitting on the floor by the fireplace, the small, hand-drawn sketch of the boy on the pier resting on her knee.The door didn't hiss open this time. It was already ajar. Roy walked in, his footsteps muffled by the heavy rug. He didn't have a glass of scotch or a phone. He looked like a man who had run out of distractions."You’re sitting in the dark," he said. It wasn't a question."It’s easier to see things when you aren't being blinded by the shine of the marble," Tessa replied. She held up the paper. "Who drew this?"Roy froze. The air in the room seemed to drop five degrees. He walked over, his eyes fixed on the scrap of paper as if it were a ghost. He reached out, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly before he took it from her."My wife," he whispered. "Ele

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The shift in the house was atmospheric. The sharp, sterile edges of the estate seemed to soften under the weight of the previous night’s confession. Roy no longer paced like a predator; he moved like a man haunted by the sudden clarity of his own reflection. Tessa found herself no longer watching the cameras, but watching him. The resentment was still there, a jagged rock in her chest, but it was being smoothed over by a tide of something far more volatile.It was nearly midnight when she found him in the glass-walled lounge. He wasn't drinking. He was staring out at the valley, the lights of distant towns twinkling like fallen stars."You should be sleeping," Roy said without turning. "The air is thin up here. It wears you down if you aren't careful.""I’ve spent my life managing three hours of sleep a night during peak season, Roy. I’m used to being worn down." Tessa walked to the glass, standing a few feet away. "What are you looking for out there? The city? Or a way to pretend the

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