All Chapters of Wet For Daddy : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Drake’s POV “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered.“Probably.”I pulled her against me and she inhaled sharply, but she didn’t push me away. The frustration of the last few days exploded between us. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t sweet. It was hunger layered over anger layered over stress.She matched me.Against the wall first. Her fingers gripping my shirt. My hands at her waist. The air thick with unfinished arguments and unresolved desire.By the time we moved deeper into the apartment, there was no conversation left. Just heat. Just movement. Just the desperate need to silence everything else.When it was over, I stood there catching my breath, hands braced against the wall, trying to regain control of myself.She wrapped a robe around her body and looked at me like I was reckless.“You look less tense,” she said dryly.I let out a rough exhale. “You have no idea.”She studied me. “You didn’t come here just for that.”I hesitated.Her eyes sharpened. “What is it?”“Margaret is throwin

Chloe’s POV Margaret never does anything halfway.I picked up my clutch and walked out of the apartment without hesitation.The venue was glowing from outside. Gold lights wrapped around the entrance pillars. Valets lined up neatly. Luxury cars parked one after another. Guests stepped out dressed in silk, diamonds, tailored suits.It looked like a celebration.It felt like a battlefield.I stepped out of the taxi and smoothed down my dress before walking toward the entrance. The security guards glanced at me, then at the guest list.I gave my name calmly.There was a slight pause.Then recognition.I saw it in their eyes. The whispers had reached everywhere.But my name was on the list.Of course it was.Margaret wouldn’t risk the suspicion of excluding me.I walked inside.The ballroom was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting warm light over everything. Round tables were dressed in ivory linen, gold cutlery placed precisely. Tall floral arrangements stood

Chloe’s POV The next few days, I moved carefully.I didn’t rush into anything reckless. I didn’t confront anyone. I didn’t even let my expression change when I saw Margaret at the office.But I started digging.Birth records were the first place I tried. Public registry searches. Old hospital archives. I pulled every thread I could think of without drawing attention to myself. If Jack wasn’t Drake’s biological son, there had to be a paper trail somewhere.There wasn’t. Or at least not one I could access.Every official record listed Drake as the father. Clean. Proper. Signed. Sealed. Untouchable. I tried school enrollment documents next. Alumni archives. Family photos from company newsletters over the years. Public interviews. Articles celebrating “father and son leadership.”Everything aligned perfectly. Too perfect.It looked curated.Which meant if there was a secret, it had been protected for decades.I even attempted to search older hospital databases through a private medical c

Chloe’s POV I did not go to the hospital.I could not.Instead, I forced myself into another taxi and told the driver to stop near a twenty-four-hour pharmacy three streets away from my apartment. I pulled my jacket tighter around my arm so no one would see the blood soaking through.Inside the pharmacy, the bright white lights made everything feel unreal. The pharmacist barely looked at me as I picked up antiseptic, gauze, surgical gloves, a small sterile kit with tweezers and forceps, pain relievers, and bandages. My hands were shaking when I paid.Back home, I locked the door twice.I went straight into the bathroom and stripped off my jacket. The sight of the wound made my stomach churn. The bullet had grazed through the upper part of my arm, but it had lodged shallowly. Blood was still seeping slowly.I stared at it for a long second.I could do this.I had to.I cleaned the area first. The sting nearly made me collapse, but I bit down on a towel and forced myself to stay steady

Chloe’s POV My pulse pounded in my ears.He sighed heavily. “No, don’t move it to the company. Keep it at your house.”My breath caught.Margaret’s house.“That’s the safest place,” he finished.I forced myself to move before the conversation ended. I walked casually past his office like I hadn’t heard a word.Inside, my thoughts were racing so fast they blurred together.The folder existed.And it was at Margaret’s house.He was afraid.That meant whatever was inside that file was explosive.I entered the elevator and pressed the ground floor button, keeping my face neutral.Margaret’s house.That was a different level of risk.Breaking into Chuwa’s home had nearly cost me my arm.Margaret’s place would be more secured. More guarded. Cameras. Private security. Possibly even staff.And she was smarter.If Chuwa was shaken by a break-in, Margaret would tighten everything.Which meant I had one chance.One careful attempt.No impulsive mistakes.I stepped out of the building and into t