Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Moan, Daddy : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

DOMENICOMy lungs locked. My eyes stung. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even blink.I kept telling myself she didn’t mean it.“She didn’t mean what she said,” I told myself. Repeating the words in my head over and over again like a fucking mantra. “She couldn’t… she wouldn’t know how much it would hurt me.”It’s just words. Just meaningless words.“I’m not… not just that,” I repeated, over and over. “It doesn’t mean what it sounded like. I know she didn’t mean it.”But it still hurts. Damn it, it still hurts.When I stepped toward her, she stepped back like I was something she needed to escape from. Her hands shook around the phone she held like a weapon, her chest rising and falling too fast.“Don’t come any closer,” she whispered. Her voice was small... Broken.That… that pierced something in me I didn’t even know was vulnerable. Because she wasn’t just angry. She was terrified.Of me.My stomach twisted. I hated that look in her eyes, hated knowing I had put it there. But I reached f

REINA“Divorce my son and marry me.”For two whole days, those words wouldn’t leave my mind.When I first had sex with Domenico, I already knew it could end badly if not for both of us, at least for me. I wasn’t stupid. You don’t cross a line like that and expect peace afterward. But I didn’t think it would get this bad.Domenico wasn’t the kind of man who fell for people. Paolo once said his father’s children came from two women who were never really married to him—just convenient arrangements. No love. No ties. No strings attached.So why me? Why now? Why did he have to change?I woke up this morning with the same tightness in my chest I’d been carrying since that day. It wasn’t simple shame or guilt. Those were small things you could shake off with a shower or sleep. This felt bigger, like a bruise under my ribs.I couldn’t stop thinking about how easily I might have ruined my life. The thought sat in my throat like a stone. Or maybe I already had.I stayed in my apartment because

REINAI froze the moment my eyes landed on him.Andrew.It was like time had slammed into me, dragging me back to that night—my prom night. I could feel it all over again: the excitement, the laughter, the world spinning with possibility, thinking I had it all. And then him. Him shattering everything. Him taking something from me that I could never get back. Him disappearing like I had never existed, like what he did didn’t matter at all.And now here he was. Standing in front of me like nothing had ever happened. Smiling. Acting like he hadn’t left a scar that I carried every single day for more than four years.I stared. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. Every memory slammed into me at once—the warmth of his touch that night, the shame, the betrayal, the emptiness afterward. I could almost feel the weight of his absence pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.“Reina,” he said softly, and that voice… that voice that had once been comforting now felt like fire in my veins.I

REINA The hands on my face were rough.Not comforting. Not gentle. They held me still like I might fall apart if he let go even for a second.“Reina,” the voice said, low and sharp. “Look at me. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”I blinked hard, my vision clearing in uneven waves. The first thing I saw was Andrew on the ground a few feet away, sprawled like he’d been tossed aside without effort. Then the pavement. Then the wall at my back.And then I looked up.Calestino.My breath hitched painfully in my throat.His face was hard, unreadable, eyes scanning me like he was counting injuries that weren’t there. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching beneath his skin. One of his hands still cupped my face, thumb pressing into my cheek like he needed to feel that I was real.“Did he hurt you?” he asked again, as if I hadn't heard him the first time.There was no softness in his voice. No concern dressed up as politeness. It was a demand.I swallowed. “He only grab

DOMENICO I hadn’t been standing there long, but already my patience was thinning. Every second Reina spent away from home, away from me, was a second I felt like I was losing a piece of myself. Whoever had been tailing her hadn’t been identified yet, and that thought alone was enough to make my blood boil. I couldn’t leave her alone. Not now. Not ever. My chest ached with the need to see her safe, to make sure no one could touch her or scare her the way I had feared in those past days.Her apartment wasn’t far, but staying there meant she was exposed to her stalker. I’d made it my mission to bring her back under my protection myself. She shouldn't know the truth that she was in danger, not yet. She wouldn’t like it if she did, it would only make her worry, which I didn't want. This was not just about control, it was about keeping her safe, about making sure the world knew I didn’t just tolerate her being alone—I refused it.The cigar in my hand smoldered as I inhaled deeply, lettin