Todos os capítulos de Daddy's Bargain: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Washington D.C. –Midnight. A private cigar lounge in Georgetown Azrael tapped ash into a crystal tray, thinking briefly that the lounge was not up to his taste as he looked down at the stockily built man that brought him there.“It's nice to see you sir, I—”“I believe you have my five million dollars.” Azrael said coldly. “Or else explain why you gave my men up. I got a report that two of my men were killed.”Senator Rivera did not answer right away. His hands were visibly trembling and his palm was beginning to effusely sweat as he reached for his glass of scotch.Azrael watched him, unimpressed and disgusted. He hated weakness in men, especially ones who wore expensive suits and made promises they couldn't keep. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes still trained on the fidgeting old man.“I—I had to save myself, the police were about to catch up with the arms warehouse, and I had to give them up. Sir…the five million dollars, I'll pay it. It's just that—”Azrael glared at the

Present Day, 3weeks later "Is this some kind of mistake?"Celeste yanked her arm from the suited man's hold. His fingers were digging into her arm. “Let me go! You can't just drag me off campus like this!” The man in the suit didn't move. “It's orders, Miss Rivera and it's not up for discussion.” “Did I do something wrong? You can't just drag me off like I'm a criminal!” Celeste's heels clinked loudly outside Georgetown's art building. Her fingers were clutching her bag a little too tightly and she was struggling to keep her breathing level.She saw several students, already forming a small crowd outside the art building. She knew the news would be all over the school soon.“You're causing a damn scene!” She whispered now, but harshly. The man didn't reply.This felt like politics and like her father. Like another mess she’d have to untangle before the press found out. There was a black SUV waiting at the curb and it shone brightly against D.C.’s usually gray sky.“Where are you ta

Valenti Estate, Sicily – The next morningI woke up to the sound of curtains being drawn.Warm light spilled into the room, stinging my eyes. My head throbbed. I shifted against the sheets and stopped when I realized they weren’t mine.The bed was bigger, the linens heavier, and the air smelled faintly of lavender.Where was I?I pushed myself up on my elbows. My heart started racing as I took in the strange room. The walls were painted a pale cream, and gold trim framed the doorways. A chandelier glittered above me. The furniture was ornate. This wasn’t my room from last night.A woman in black—one of his maids—stood at the window, arranging the curtains like nothing was wrong.“Where’s my phone?” My voice came out rough, weaker than I’d meant.She didn’t answer.I swung my legs off the bed. My robe was gone, replaced with a black lace dress laid neatly over the chair beside me. Next to it, a pair of heels.The maid finally turned and placed a glass of water on the table. “Drink. He

“Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.”The words rolled through me like smoke, thick and suffocating. His voice was too low, too dangerous, and it left no room for refusal. My body betrayed me anyway, knees parting against the cool sheets even as my mouth refused to form the word yes.Azrael’s eyes darkened in approval, a storm tightening over the Sicilian coast. He dragged his palm slowly up the inside of my thigh, claiming territory inch by inch until I was trembling. His thumb brushed the bare skin where lace had been, his touch maddeningly light, like a predator toying with prey before the kill.“You obey so sweetly when it matters,” he murmured, leaning close enough for his breath to sear my ear. “And yet your mouth still drips with defiance. I’ll have to train that.”My nails dug into the sheets. “You can’t train me.”He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed his palm firmly against me, forcing a gasp out of me. “Can’t I? Look a

The villa was too quiet without him.Azrael had left hours ago with two of his men, something about a meeting down in Palermo. He didn’t tell me more, and I didn’t ask. I’d learned quickly that questions only got me that flat, storm-gray stare.Still, silence made me restless. The estate wasn’t just big—it was suffocating. Every hallway stretched longer than it should, every door guarded or locked. Even the sea outside the windows, crashing against the cliffs, felt like another set of walls.So I wandered.I told myself it was just boredom, but deep down, it was defiance. Every time Azrael said stay put, something in me burned hotter. My heels clicked softly across marble as I traced corridors lined with paintings. Men nodded at me when I passed—always in dark suits, always armed. I knew they were his soldiers. They looked at me like I was off-limits, and that made my stomach twist.I reached a wing I hadn’t explored yet, quieter, colder. A wide painting of some Sicilian port at night