บททั้งหมดของ Wet For Daddy : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chloe’s POVThe first sign that something was wrong was the sudden change in the house.It was subtle. Too subtle. The quiet shifted. Footsteps outside multiplied. Voices lowered. The calm routine I had grown used to cracked, just slightly, like glass under pressure.I was in the sitting room when Mrs. Grace hurried in.“Chloe,” she said softly, but there was urgency in her eyes. “Please come with me.”My stomach dropped. “What is it?”“There is someone at the gate,” she said. “Security is handling it.”My heart started racing. “Who.”She hesitated. “Your sister.”The room tilted.“Hilda,” I whispered.“Yes,” Mrs. Grace said. “She is insisting on seeing you.”Panic surged through me so fast it made my hands shake.“How does she know where I am,” I asked. “This place was supposed to be hidden.”“I do not know,” Mrs. Grace replied honestly. “She arrived alone. She said she followed a car.”My chest tightened painfully.A car.Jack.Or worse, someone watching Hilda.“I need to see her,”

Drake’s POVTwo days passed without her.Not silence exactly. I knew where she was. I knew what room she slept in. I knew the guards on rotation. I knew the cameras worked. I knew the doors were locked. Still, the distance felt unbearable.I had not gone to her because I was angry. I had not gone because I was afraid that if I did, I would not be able to leave again.That night, I drank.I told myself it was only one glass. Then another. Then the bottle was empty. I switched to something stronger. The burn in my throat was the only thing that muted the noise in my head.Every thought led back to her.Her voice. Her defiance. The way she looked at me during our last fight. Like she was slipping through my fingers and daring me to stop her.I should not have gone to her like that.But I did.The car ride was a blur. The gate opened. The house accepted me like it always did. Quiet. Obedient. Ready.I walked through the halls without greeting anyone. No one stopped me. They never did.Her

Chloe’s POVLove should not feel like a prison.And if Drake could not learn that, then no amount of desire would save us.Hilda came again in the afternoon.This time, she did not smile when she saw me. She walked in fast, her bag still on her shoulder, her face tight with anger and exhaustion. The guards watched closely but allowed her through after checking with the house. I stood near the doorway, my heart already beating too fast.“Chloe,” she said. “We need to talk.”I nodded and led her inside. The moment the door closed, she dropped her bag on the floor and rubbed her face with both hands.“He will not stop,” she said.My stomach dropped. “Jack.”“Yes,” she replied sharply. “Jack.”She sat down hard on the couch. “He keeps coming to the house. He shouts. He knocks. He insults me. Yesterday he threw a bottle against the gate. The neighbors are starting to stare.”Anger rushed through me so fast it made my hands shake.“That bastard,” I said. “He has no right.”“I told him to le

Chloe’s POVI did not stop shaking.Even after the screaming stopped. Even after Mrs. Grace rushed into the room and wrapped her arms around me. Even after my throat burned and my chest ached from the force of it.My name was still on the screen.It did not matter how many times I refreshed the page. It did not disappear. The words stayed exactly where they were, bold and cruel, shaped to destroy me.I sat on the edge of the bed with the phone in my hand, my fingers numb.Mrs. Grace knelt in front of me. “Breathe,” she said softly. “You must breathe.”“I did nothing wrong,” I whispered. My voice sounded distant, like it belonged to someone else. “I did nothing.”“I know,” she replied.“They made it sound like I sleep with men for money,” I said. “Like I am a thing. Like I have no face. No family.”She took the phone from my hand gently. “Do not read anymore.”“I have to,” I said. “Everyone else already has.”Tears slid down my face without permission. I wiped them away angrily.“This

Drake’s POVMargaret did not ask.She never asked anymore.She stood in the doorway of our bedroom like she owned the space and everything inside it. Her robe hung loosely on her shoulders, half open, her skin exposed without shame. Her hair was undone, falling around her face in a way that would have once pulled my attention instantly. The smell of her perfume mixed with alcohol filled the room, heavy and cloying.“You have been avoiding me,” she said.Her voice was calm, but it carried accusation. It always did.I stood by the window, my back to her, staring out at the city lights. They glittered endlessly, rows of buildings and streets and lives that had nothing to do with the mess behind me. I pretended they mattered more than the tension thickening the air.“I am tired,” I replied.She laughed softly. There was no warmth in it. “You are always tired now.”Her heels clicked against the floor as she moved closer. I felt her before she touched me. Her hand slid across my back, slow