All Chapters of Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Violet I tried not to look at the man beside me.I kept my eyes trained on my hands, fiddling with my fingers like they were the most fascinating things in the entire universe. Which, right now, they absolutely were. Because anything, literally anything, was better than glancing at the man sitting beside me.My professor.My ex’s uncle.The leather of the passenger seat was warm beneath me, and the air inside the car smelled faintly of leather.Tiger, of course, didn’t share my social anxiety. He was at the back, barking excitedly and hopping from one side to the other like a child on too much sugar.“Your dog,” Roman said, “seems to be in a good mood.”I jumped slightly at the sound of his deep voice.“I-I’m sorry, sir,” I blurted out. I turned around to look at the overgrown fluffball and hissed, “Tiger, stay still. You’re messing up the car.”Instead of calming down, he barked louder, tail wagging, clearly under the impression that we were playing a game.I groaned inwardly. No,

Violet I’ve never seen the Cinderella movies before.I've only read the books.The story was simple, a girl loses her mother young, her father remarries a beautiful but wicked woman with two cruel daughters, and when her father dies, well, that’s when the real nightmare begins.They strip her of everything. Her place, her voice, and her freedom.As a kid, I hated it. Not because it was sad, but because it was stupid.She owned the house, didn’t she? Why didn’t Cinderella just tell them to leave? Why didn’t she fight back? It made no sense to me. She just let herself be walked on like some kind of doormat in pearls.That was probably why I never watched the movie. And as an adult, I didn’t watch it because there was no point.Why would I want to watch it, when I was living it?My aunt was cruel. My cousins were evil. But unlike Cinderella, I wasn’t locked in a dusty attic, I had my own room.The only real difference between us? Her prince wasn’t an asshole.Maybe Cinderella got lucky.

MatthewThe moment he stepped in, no one moved, or spoke.You don’t speak when Hades Sinclair is in the room.Out of all the Sinclairs, out of every man with that cursed, wealthy bloodline running through his veins, there was one no one dared to cross. It was not my grandfather, the wealthiest man on earth. Not my adoptive siblings, Robert and Piper, who were both greedy, clawing at Father’s legacy like wolves at a carcass, or uncle Roman, who kept to himself.But Hades fucking Sinclair.He was terrifying, and worse, he smiled like the devil just before taking your soul.I kept my head low, my fingers curling tighter around the fork in my hand as his shoes echoed down the marble floor, each step slow and unbothered, like he owned the damn place.He sat at the far end of the table, facing Grandfather directly. “Good evening, old man,” My father said casually. “Still breathing, I see. Guess you haven’t kicked the bucket yet.”Grandfather paused. He stopped eating, for the first time th

Violet I pushed open my bedroom door and headed downstairs. The house was silent. I was just about to step outside, until I froze.My aunt sat on the couch, coffee mug in hand, legs crossed like she owned the whole damn world. Harper stood beside her, arms folded, glaring at me.Perfect. Just what I needed to start the morning.I considered turning around and going back to my room. It was too early for this kind of drama. But skipping school wasn’t an option, I was on scholarship. Every day mattered.I angled toward the door, hoping I could just slip out, but Harper moved fast. Her fingers clamped around my wrist, nails digging into my skin.“What do you think you’re doing?” I frowned. She just gave me that smug, condescending smile, the one that always made me want to slap it right off her face.“I should be asking you that,” my aunt said, setting her coffee down. “What do you think you’re doing, Violet?”I turned toward my aunt just as she rose from the couch. She walked up to me,

Violet This was so embarrassing.Why do I keep tripping like some clumsy heroine from a bad teen drama? No, actually, why does he keep catching me every single time? Roman wasn’t my knight in shining armor. If anything, he was the kind of man who would watch a woman fall flat on her face with that blank, unreadable stare of his and then calmly walk away like it wasn’t his problem.And yet, here he was again.His hands were still on my waist. And God, that scent made my heart do a stupid little flutter I absolutely refused to acknowledge.“Miss Violet,” he said.“Y-yes.”“You’re heavy.”My brain short-circuited.Oh my God.My eyes flew wide as I yanked myself out of his hold, nearly stumbling again in the process. My face flushed so hard it burned.“I—I apologize, sir.” I stammered, trying desperately to sound like a functioning human. “I didn’t want to be late to class.”He straightened up. “You don’t have to do that.”“Do what?”“Rush. At least to my class.”That made me pause.What