All Chapters of Don't Stop, Daddy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The morning after the storm broke felt deceptively calm.The Steele mansion was flooded with soft light, golden sun streaming through the high windows, spilling across marble floors. The house, grand and pristine as always, looked untouched by the words that had scorched its walls the night before.But Sierra knew better.She sat at the kitchen counter, staring into a mug of untouched coffee, her fingers trembling around the porcelain. Sleep had eluded her, when she closed her eyes, she saw Vanessa’s smile, sharp and knowing, her words echoing like a curse. Even you can’t control her forever.The footsteps came before the scent of his cologne. Damien entered, immaculate as always. Dark tailored suit, silver cufflinks gleaming, not a hair out of place. His expression was unreadable, green eyes cool and sharp.But Sierra had lived long enough under his gaze to recognize what hid beneath. Tension. Fire. A fortress with cracks running through its stone.“Eat.” Damien’s tone was firm but d

The silence in the Steele household was no ordinary silence. It was layered sharp like glass, heavy like stone. Each footstep, each creak of the wooden floor seemed to echo louder than it should, as if the house itself was listening, waiting, recording. Sierra had never hated that silence more than she did now.She had said no. For the first time, she had turned her face from Vanessa’s carefully laid trap, refusing to bend under the weight of manipulation. A small word, a fragile defiance but it had changed the air between them.Vanessa had smiled when she heard it, her lips curving in that delicate, razor-sharp way. “Of course, darling,” she’d said, voice smooth as silk, as if Sierra’s refusal was nothing at all. But Sierra had seen the flicker in her mother’s eyes. A flash of cold steel, promising that the game was far from over.Now, the retaliation had begun.At first, it was almost invisible.Vanessa’s control never came in screaming fits or overt punishments that weren’t her sty

The house was too quiet.It wasn’t the calm of safety, but the silence of something coiled and waiting. Sierra felt it in every step she took down the polished hallway, her heels tapping too loudly on the marble floor. The night air was thick with tension, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath.Vanessa had left earlier that evening for a private dinner with board members of one of her charities. Damien had retreated into his study, locked behind dark oak doors, the sound of his voice low and clipped when he answered calls. Sierra should have been relieved by their absence. Instead, she felt restless.Caught. Always caught.She sat at her desk with her sketchbook open, pencil in hand, but the page remained blank. Each line she tried to draw twisted into another rope, another chain, another reminder of the snares tightening around her. Damien’s voice still lingered in her ear from the night before You’re mine, not hers. Her mother’s smile echoed just as loudly as Loya

Secrets had always been woven into Sierra’s life.At first, they were small things: a diary hidden under her pillow, sketches she never showed her mother, the fleeting crushes she carried in silence. Then came bigger ones the attraction she never admitted, the touches she allowed Damien in the shadows, the fire that burned hotter each time he called her his.But now, her secrets weren’t just hers. They were weapons. They were chains. And Vanessa had found the leash.The day began deceptively calm.Vanessa suggested a shopping trip, casual and coaxing. Sierra almost refused, instinct warning her, but Vanessa’s hand on her shoulder was deceptively light, her smile edged with steel.“Come with me, darling. It’s been too long since we’ve just had time together.”So Sierra went.The city blurred outside the car window, but Vanessa remained silent until the driver pulled into the underground garage of a boutique she reserved for herself. They walked past racks of silk dresses and imported s

Sierra had always known that Damien thrived on control.From the way he ran his empire to the way he touched her in secret, everything about him was built on dominance. He wanted obedience, precision, silence. For weeks, she had given him all of that. She had been pliant beneath his hands, quiet under his commands, a body and soul surrendered to the storm of him.But lately, something had shifted.Her whispers had changed the air between them. He had seen it in her eyes, heard it in the way her answers no longer trembled with fear but carried something else—something sharper, more deliberate.And Damien, instead of recoiling, had leaned in closer.Because for a man who lived under control, defiance wasn’t rejection.It was temptation.The confrontation at dinner still clung to the walls of the house. Vanessa’s fury had burned hot, her smile stretched thin, her voice brittle with venom as she exchanged barbs with Damien. The rest of the evening had passed in brittle silence, every word