บททั้งหมดของ DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Mark’s PovI knew Alice would try something. She always does.The moment she asked me to meet her alone in the study, I should’ve said no. But here I am, leaning against the desk while she paces the room like she owns it. Same old Alice—always pushing her luck.“I’m not here to play games,” I tell her, my voice flat. “Say what you need to say.”She stops, turning those sharp green eyes on me. “Mark, you’re not happy. I know you.” Her tone softens, like she’s trying to be sweet. “You think she can handle you? The real you?”I clench my jaw. “Sage’s stronger than you think.”Alice laughs under her breath. “Please. She’s just a girl playing tough. Sooner or later, she’ll run.” She steps closer, her perfume heavy in the air. “You and I… we’re the same, Mark. We both know it.”I don’t answer. I won’t give her the satisfaction.“You loved me once,” she says quietly, her voice softer now. “You can love me again.”I force a cold smile. “I loved who I thought you were. Turns out, that woman di

Mark’s POVI needed to get away.With Alice finally out of our lives, there was nothing tying us down anymore. And if anyone deserved a break—it was Sage.So, I planned a trip. Just us. No guards. No distractions. Just the sound of the waves and her body against mine.The sun was setting when we arrived at my old beach house—a sleek, glass-fronted place tucked against a private stretch of white sand. I hadn’t been here in years, but everything was the same. Quiet. Isolated. Ours.Sage stepped inside first, slipping off her sunglasses and glancing around. “Wow… this is…”“Over the top?” I teased, tossing the car keys on the kitchen counter.She smirked. “I was going to say ‘gorgeous.’”I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Not as gorgeous as you.”Her laugh was soft, but the way her body melted against mine? Yeah—I felt that everywhere.“Smooth,” she whispered, tilting her head back against my chest.I brushed a kiss against her neck, loving the way she shivered.

Mark’s POVThe cold warehouse smelled like metal and oil. My fists clenched as I stood in the middle of the room, heart pounding in my chest. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Sage was tied to a metal chair in the corner, her face pale, lips pressed together to hide her fear—but I knew it was there. I could feel it like a blade twisting in my gut.Alice leaned against a nearby table, arms crossed over her chest, a wicked smile curling at the edges of her mouth. She looked relaxed—too relaxed for someone threatening to kill the only woman I’d ever loved. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulder, and she wore a sleek black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin.“I’m impressed, Mark,” she purred, tapping a manicured finger against her lips. “You found me faster than I thought you would.”I barely looked at her. My eyes stayed locked on Sage, silently scanning for any sign she was hurt. The ropes around her wris

The wedding day came faster than I wanted. Too fast.I stood at the altar, my jaw tight, hands clenched into fists. The weight of the black wedding band in my pocket already felt heavy, like a damn chain tying me to Alice forever. Around the grand church, her people filled the place—guards disguised as guests, their eyes sharp and focused. My men were here too, scattered among the crowd, ready to strike the moment I gave the signal.But I couldn’t give that signal.Not with Sage’s life on the line.Alice had made sure of that. The night before, she’d sent me the proof—Sage tied to a chair, a metal collar around her neck. And just to drive the point home, Alice’s voice echoed in my head.“One wrong move, Mark, and boom—she’s gone.”So here I was. Trapped.The church doors swung open, and there she was. Alice. Dressed in white, looking like some twisted angel. Her long black hair spilled down her back in soft waves, and that smirk—God, that smirk—made my blood boil.She was enjoying thi

SageI sat in the cold, dimly lit room, trying not to lose my mind. The silence was the worst part—well, that and the constant reminder that Mark was out there, in Alice’s grip, doing whatever she wanted just to keep me alive. And by whatever she wanted I knew what that meant.I was going to kill that bitch.My wrists ached from the zip ties, and my ankles weren’t much better. But I didn’t care about the pain, I cared about getting out.Alice thought she had me beaten, but I wasn’t some helpless girl, she underestimated me.I’d been watching the guards. Three men, all dressed in black, and carrying guns. One was always by the door, one by the stairs, and the third guy—he was sloppy. The bastard was always distracted by his phone. He looked bored out of his mind, if I was going to get out of here, he was my way out.I leaned against the wall, shifting my body so the plastic ties dug harder into my wrists. If I could stretch them enough, maybe I could slip my hands free. The plastic cu