Semua Bab Daddy, Oops I Mean Uncle: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 11: Fire and SecretsANNABELI was in my room. The driver dropped me off hours ago, and I couldn’t stop the giggle slipping from my throat. My pussy was still dripping, soaked from the wild, fucking insane sex I just had. The driver came to get me, and honest to god, I didn’t want to leave.I still couldn’t believe it. My ex-boyfriend called me boring, said my pussy was dry like fucking sandpaper, told me I needed a whole lubricant check. We never really had sex—I wouldn’t even call that shit sex. But here I was, cumming twice under Damon’s dark, burning gaze, sucking his cock like a desperate, filthy slut.My phone beeped. I grinned at the caller ID. My mother. Almost a week since we talked.“Mother,” I whispered, joy sparking in my chest. Today couldn’t get any fucking better.“You sound so happy,” she said, her voice warm, and I could see her grin, miles away. I laid back, bathrobe loose around my body.“Ooh, my new school’s real nice. Lots of rich people here. Feels weird

Chapter 13: Lust and IceDAMON“You didn’t need to lie and tell my mother the mansion belongs to my Father,” Annabel said, her gaze locked on mine, fierce, burning, not backing down one fucking bit.“My mother called me and she said something about my dad owning the mansion, which he intended to surprise us with. You’ve supported us so fucking much,” she said, her voice raw, dripping with that mix of gratitude and suspicion that made my cock twitch.The mansion was built by Christian, her dad. His family never knew who he truly was. He wasn’t just some construction worker—he was a goddamn underground tech operative, a shadow in the world of secrets and power. Built tech that could save or destroy, and he hid it all to keep his family safe.“Your father owns the mansion, he’s been working on it for a while now,” I said, half-truth, my voice steady. Christian came from old money, his family crafted tech that shaped the world, but he wanted his wife, his kids, to live simple, away from t

Chapter 15: Burning LiesAuthor’s POV“What you got on her?” Ronald snapped at the dude in black suits standing across from him, his voice slicing through the dim-ass room like a fucking knife.“She’s being watched, but we can’t get close. Damon’s got his guys on her. He’s sniffing us out too,” the man said, steady but nervous as hell.Ronald’s lips twisted into a creepy-ass smile, eyes glinting like a damn predator as he checked his phone. “I’m closer to her than he thinks. Got someone on her every fucking move, and if Damon doesn’t play my game, we hit him before he even blinks.”The man nodded, face blank. “Have men track her ass, watch who she’s with.”“Yes, Boss, I’ll keep the guys updated,” he said, getting the fuck out.As he left, a chick twirled in, heels clicking like she owned the damn place. Janet. She flopped into a chair, tossing her bag on the floor like it was trash. “Oh my fucking god, Father, I hate her fucking guts. I can’t do this shit,” she whined, voice dripping

Chapter 17: When Walls Come DownANNABEL"Would you like a glass of drink, my lady?" A waiter asked, his head bowed low. I didn't know if it was something I was comfortable with, all this formal shit."Umm yes, a drink will do." I said, looking through the crowd of fancy people in their expensive clothes and fake smiles. He nodded and hurried away.He was back within a few seconds with some wine in his hands. "Thank you." I said, bringing the glass to my nose. It was wine, it smelled like cranberry—so fresh and so intoxicating. I took a sip and hell, I never thought I'd fall in love with a drink at once. It tasted so divine and I wanted more, way more."Is this alcoholic because I want more of this." I said to the waiter and he smiled, pouring me another glass of wine without hesitation."No my lady, it's purely non-alcoholic and I ensured you had the best." He said and I smiled back, sipping the wine slowly while staring at the women around me. They all laughed at silly jokes whisper

Chapter 19: Blood, Bullets, and Breaking PointsDAMONJust then, someone ran towards us, it was Carlo, he was holding two masks in his hands.Thank fuck. Finally, someone who knew how to follow orders without asking a million questions. The smoke was getting thicker by the second, and I could feel Annabel getting weaker in my arms. Her breathing was becoming more labored, and the panic in her eyes was killing me.Quickly taking the masks from him, I crouched under the table, putting the mask around Annabel first, ensuring she was safe and her breathing was light, but the mask would give her oxygen in a few minutes."There you go, cupcake," I whispered, adjusting the straps so it fit perfectly around her beautiful face. "Just breathe, baby. I've got you."Her eyes were wide above the mask, but I could see some of the panic starting to fade as clean air filled her lungs. Fuck, seeing her scared like that made me want to burn this whole fucking place down."Boss, you need to wear yours.