All Chapters of FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

When I opened my eyes again, he was staring down at me with the kind of smile that could melt the sun. I smiled back, breathless, my body limp with satisfaction. He slowly pulled his finger out, raising it between us. My juices dripped from it, and I flushed. Like, really flushed, like sweet sixteen.He didn’t care. He looked so pleased after milking all that clear juice out of me with just strokes of his fingers. I wondered how hard I would have climaxed if it were the real beat pounding me.Slowly, keeping eye contact, he slid the wet finger into his mouth and sucked it slowly, closing his eyes as if he was tasting honey.I gasped. My body locked. Like, really?“The juice is as sweet as you, baby,” he whispered. “How was the experience?”How was the experience? It was heavenly. Something that I never knew existed. Something I could have never imagined.“Sweet… magical,” I breathed, still trying to catch my breath. “I loved every single bit of it.”I wrapped my arms around him, tryin

We remained silent for a long moment, caught up in the moment of silent war. He kept looking, and I refrained from speaking first, even though there was a lot that needed to be said.My heart was beating loudlyThe silence between them was not new. It had been there for many days, but today, it felt heavier. They were both standing still, caught in a moment of quiet war. There was tension in the air, like the thick stillness before a storm. No one wanted to be the first to speak, and yet so much needed to be said. Leylla could feel the weight of her heartbeat, loud in her chest, and she was sure he could hear it too. Dr. Aldrich was calm, but his eyes—those strong, searching eyes—told her that he already knew more than she wanted him to. She wanted to keep him safe, to protect him from more pain, but the truth was slowly creeping out between them.“Look,” Leylla began, keeping her voice calm. She tried to lock eyes with him so he wouldn’t think she was hiding something. “I’m not sure a

Aldrich shook his head slowly, his calm so controlled it was frightening. “You wouldn’t be circling like this if you weren’t trying to say something absurd. Out with it.”Vincent laughed—a short, hollow sound that quickly turned sharp and sarcastic. His eyes gleamed with malice as he stared straight at his father. “Maybe you are the one who put that bullet in her. Maybe you wanted to play the hero. And she was dumb enough, as always, to fall for your game.”Cold silence filled the room, thick and cutting, until I tore through it with laughter.This time, I really laughed hard—a loud, cracked sound that burst from my chest until tears blurred my eyes. My stomach hurt, but I couldn’t stop.Was his brain even working anymore? The hell?I wiped my tears and met his confused stare. “Really? That is what you came up with?”“It is the only sane explanation for this mess,” he said, stepping closer. His eyes bore into me, as if he wanted to peel back my soul. “Unless there is something you are

I always knew a time like this would come, only I never imagined it would be this soon. I had foreseen it. I was certain it was inevitable. I had even warned Aldrich about it. And now, here he was, standing right in the middle of it all, faced with a choice that could shatter everything we had built.He didn’t look like a man who needed time to think. His eyes already carried the decision. And somehow, I wasn’t afraid of what it might be. I wasn’t worried that he would choose his son over me. I knew where his heart was. I had always known.But the aftermath?That was what terrified me the most.How were we supposed to live after this? How could I ever live happily beside him knowing that, in some twisted way, I had taken him from his own blood? What would that make me? A homewrecker? A thief? I had already been labeled as such, and I knew the pain of it.No, God! I didn’t want that. I wanted Aldrich whole. I wanted him to have peace with his son. Because, no matter what Vincent had do

A very warm kiss startled me awake, and I peeled my eyes open slowly, adjusting to the morning light pouring through the curtains.“Good morning, beautiful,” Aldrich greeted softly, looking down at me with that lazy, boyish smile that always melted my heart.He looked so fresh, so alive, as if he were daring the day to bring its chaos and promising to face it head-on. His shirt clung loosely to his chest, and his hair was slightly tousled, giving him an effortlessly handsome appearance. This man needed no effort whatsoever to look neat and handsome. Even if he wore rugs, he would still look like a beauty god: sharp, neat, and handsome.I stretched my body, shaking sleep from my system. “Good morning, love,” I replied, though my voice was still thick with sleep. A smile tugged at my lips, but it didn’t quite form.I had slept like a child in his arms after the chaos of the previous night, after that fight with his son. Despite all the chaos and storms, I still felt safe with him. But a