All Chapters of His Prosecutor, His Possession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Victoria Harper The silence in our bedroom was suffocating. Daniel’s laptop light glowed against his face like it was his lover instead of me. I hadn’t felt his touch in weeks, months, maybe. I didn’t even remember what it felt like anymore.“Daniel…” I whispered, leaning closer. “Please… just touch me.”I pushed his laptop aside and climbed onto his lap, desperate. Maybe if I reminded him what we once had, he’d remember too.But his eyes didn’t soften. They hardened.“Stop, Victoria,” he said, his voice colder than the room. “I can’t have sex with you tonight.”I froze, shame crawling up my spine.He released me with a rough push, and I tumbled off his lap, sprawled across the mattress. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, my heart beating against my ribs in humiliation.I turned my head, hair falling over my face. “When, Daniel?” My voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months. Every time I try, there’s another excuse, your campaign, your perfect image. What about me? W

Victoria Harper My father’s health or my baby’s life?Daniel never came home that night. His ultimatum echoed in my skull — my father’s life or my baby’s.I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. The question that haunted me wasn’t whether to keep the baby. It was how the hell was I even pregnant?Was there lost time I couldn’t account for? I replayed every moment from the past two months — and none of them included sex with anyone.My phone buzzed beside me. It was doctor Allen. I almost didn’t pick it up because what more could he have to say. Eventually I picked up because of his persistent calls “Ms. Harper, Dr. Allen here.” His voice was tight, like someone who had just committed a crime and was dialing 911.“Yes?”“I think it’s best if you come down to the hospital,” he said carefully. “There’s been… a development.”My chest squeezed. “A development?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “What kind of development?”“I really think you should come in, Ms. Harper. It’s not something I can

Victoria Harper I was going to keep this babySo I had to get Daniel to let me keep the baby and somehow stop him from withdrawing the support on my father’s medical bills Sometimes I wonder why I was so unlucky with men. An abusive fiancé who owned my future—and now a baby that tied me to the man who used to torment me.But life doesn’t care if it’s unfair. I had to survive.The campaign hall was packed. Lights everywhere, cameras flashing, people chanting Daniel’s name like he was some kind of saint. He walked in with that fake smile he always wore when he wanted the world to adore him. His arm curled tight around my waist, pulling me close so everyone could see how “in love” we were.“Smile wider,” he whispered through his teethSo I smiled, even as my stomach twisted. To everyone else, we looked like the perfect couple. To me, it felt like being trapped in a cage.He kissed my cheek, his fingers caressing my sides as the press snapped photo after photo. He knew exactly how to p

Victoria HarperDaniel wasn’t alone in his office. He was buried inside his assistant — right there, on his campaign desk.His assistant was bent over the desk, his hands all over her, his lips on her neck. The same man who called me a whore, who refused to touch me, who demanded I kill my baby for his elections was fucking his assistant like I didn’t exist.My chest burned. My legs shook. Then Malcolm’s hand touched my waist from behind, grounding me, the only thing stopping me from collapsing.“Daniel” I managed a whisper to catch their attention. But all I got was a look from them. Not a single expression of guilt on their faces. They looked like they had just been disturbed or robbed of the time of their life. Daniel just pulled his pants up while the girl fixed herself up, giving me a stare “How long has this been going on?” I asked him, fighting the urge to let him be the cause of my tears but my eyes were already burningDaniel didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look ashamed.