Semua Bab Sin for Me: Daddy's Doll: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Celeste pov “What are you saying, Celeste? Fell down the stairs? Your—your face is all bruised. Oh my God, Celeste. What did they do to you?” Emma cried out, her voice trembling. I watched as tears began to stream down her cheeks, and for a brief moment, it felt like my heart was about to shatter. Seeing my best friend cry for me made the pain even harder to bear. Emma had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Our mothers knew each other, and we’d been close since childhood. We played with the same toys, gushed over our celebrity crushes, got drunk together for the first time, and even went to the same university. She had been with me through every chapter of my life—protecting me, loving me. Now that I thought about it, she had practically been the sister Liora never was. However, Emma was only a lawyer, and even though she desperately wanted to help me, I knew she couldn’t do anything against that man. So I made my decision. To destroy Ethan Maddox but not w

Celeste pov. The ride in the car was silent. No one spoke, except for the few times Ethan picked up his phone, only to end the call with a frustrated sigh before falling back into silence. I didn’t say a word either, and when the car finally pulled up in front of a large building, the driver stepped out and opened the door for me with a polite smile. I picked up my bag and stepped out, my gaze flickering to the building in front of me. I was a little surprised it was this big, but then again, if Ethan wanted us to do a therapy session, it wasn’t exactly shocking that he’d choose a place like this—something grand, polished. Just like him. The reason I had agreed to go to therapy with Ethan wasn’t because I believed it could fix whatever marriage we had, but because I’d told myself I would do whatever he wanted. Be it therapy, or having my pregnant sister in our home, whatever he asked of me, I would do it. I wouldn’t put up a fight anymore or say anything. I would remain the obe

Celeste pov. “But Mrs. Maddox… with how you’re squeezing your thighs together and can’t even meet my gaze, I don’t think you can use that excuse.” His words kept echoing in my head, over and over again. I stared at Rowan, eyes wide in disbelief at what he’d just said and as he continued watching me, I found it suddenly hard to breathe. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping to my thighs, and before I could stop myself, I followed his eyes… then bit my bottom lip and quickly unclenched them. Fuck. It was a habit. A bad one. Whenever I was turned on or horny, I’d squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pressure. It was something I always did—something I’d gotten used to. Because whenever I needed Ethan… he wouldn’t touch me. And so, I would do this. But now, the reason I was pressing my thighs together wasn’t Ethan anymore. It was this man, because I remembered the night we shared. “You know it’s impossible to forget what happened between us, Mrs. Maddox,” he began,

Celeste pov. “You really are an amusing woman, Mrs. Maddox,” Rowan said, his voice cutting through the tense silence that had fallen after I asked him to have a secret affair with me. If you asked me, amusing wasn’t the right word for what I was. Crazy, insane, deranged, stupid, and delusional — those felt more fitting, especially considering the consequences of what I was doing. If Ethan ever found out I was planning to ruin him while cheating on him again with our therapist, there was no doubt I wouldn’t live to see daylight. But like I said… I didn’t care. I’d been pushed to my limit, and I had nothing left. No family. No marriage. Nothing left to protect. Unlike the people who had wronged me. Ethan and his family had their reputation to uphold. My sister had her rising career as an actress. My father had his beloved company. My mother had her favorite daughter—Liora. So why the hell should I be the one cowering in fear? “So… what do you say?” I asked, my voice coming o

Celeste pov. As I sat on the bed, my mind clouded with a thousand thoughts. There were knocks on the door every now and then, but I didn’t respond. The first was my mother. She had kept knocking, over and over, trying to speak to me, trying to convince me to let her in so she could explain. She said I needed to understand that I was her child too, that she never meant to hurt me. But the part that truly made me want to laugh was when she said she loved both Liora and me equally, that she cared for us both and was only trying to do what was best for the two of us. I just sat there quietly, listening to her from the other side of the door. I didn’t say a word. Then Liora came, pleading with me to at least let our mother in, saying she was really worried. And when I still didn’t respond, the tears started. I could hear my mother-in-law downstairs, calling me evil and heartless. Eventually, my mother gave up. My father had called her, told her they should leave. He hadn’t ev