All Chapters of Daddy's secret Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21:Shadows of the past

JESSY The words on my phone didn’t just stare back at me. They pierced. They rearranged the rhythm of my heartbeat and twisted something deep in my chest. “We know about you and Moretti. Meet or she pays.” My fingers went numb around the device, the cheerful noise of the café dissolving like smoke. Elorm’s laughter still hung in the air, soft and warm, but now it felt like a memory from another lifetime — a life where danger wasn’t breathing down my neck. They meant Mom. Of course they did. My vision blurred as panic surged, hot and choking. Park’s men were supposed to be gone. Arrested, scattered, dead — anything but active. The feds had promised me the storm was over. But shadows like Park’s never died; they just found darker corners to hide in. My stomach twisted painfully. And then — shamefully — another sensation rose beneath the fear.A traitorous warmth.The one that Mark always managed to pull out of me, even in moments like this. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the memo

Chapter 22:Warehouse shadows

JessyMy ears rang, heart hammering as I scrambled through the dark, the shot echoing like a drumbeat of doom. Joshua’s laughter rang sharp and cruel, cutting through the night air. I barely noticed the rough pavement under my heels, only the icy burn of fear and the heat of Mark’s presence behind me.“Jess! Move!” Mark’s voice was a growl, raw and commanding. My body obeyed automatically, adrenaline knitting every nerve, every muscle into taut lines of motion. I didn’t look back — I didn’t dare.A car screeched somewhere nearby. Sirens? Or just the echo of my own panic? I had no idea. Only Mark’s hand, firm and unyielding on my wrist, kept me tethered to reality.“Where are they?” I gasped, barely keeping up. My lungs burned, my stomach twisted. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. I could feel it in every step he took: the dangerous calm that said he already had a plan.We ducked behind a rusted dumpster, the shadows swallowing us. Joshua’s silhouette danced between flickering stree

Chapter 23:She needs an old man

Mark“Good,” I said, voice gravel-rough. “Means you didn’t pretty yourself up to seduce me. Means maybe this is real.”Her laugh was half-sob. “You think I’d put on lip gloss to beg you to ruin me? I’m not that girl, Mark. Never was.” The night smelled like cordite and wet asphalt, and her scent was still clinging to my jacket: something sweet and reckless, like crushed violets and gun-smoke. Jessy. I could still feel the ghost of her body pressed to mine, the way her pulse had hammered against my ribs back in that warehouse when I’d pinned her behind the crates. For one second (one goddamn second) I’d let myself imagine dragging her deeper into the shadows, swallowing her gasps, letting the world burn while I finally took what I’d been starving for since the first time she looked at me like I was both monster and savior. Then the rational part of my brain (the part that had kept me alive this long) kicked in and reminded me exactly why that could never happen. Not tonight. Maybe

24:Perfect for her

No, she wasn’t. She was the girl who’d once broken a bottle over a guy’s head for grabbing her ass. The girl who learned to shoot holding the gun sideways because YouTube was her instructor and still hit center mass nine times out of ten. The girl who cried silently in the dark when she thought no one was watching but refused to let a single tear fall if anyone could see. I stepped back. “Get in before I change my mind.” She crossed the threshold like she was walking into a lion’s den, shoulders squared, and I shut the door behind her. The click of the lock sounded final. For a moment we just stared. The air between us crackled, same as always, but heavier now. No gunfire to blame it on. No adrenaline high. Just two people who’d danced around this moment for months and finally ran out of floor. She spoke first. “I’m not good at this.” “Define this.” “Wanting something that could destroy me and asking for it anyway.” Her voice didn’t waver. “I tried to talk myself out of it all n

Chapter 25: What she wants

Mark The scream ripped out of me before I could cage it. It clawed up from a place I didn’t even know still existed — past the soldier, past the enforcer, past the man who’d learned how to kill and survive and not feel a damn thing while doing it. It tore through the air and bounced off the walls of the apartment like a wounded animal howling at the sky. Jess froze on the bed. Her eyes snapped to me, wide with shock, but she didn’t scramble away. Didn’t cover herself. Didn’t retreat into the armor she wore so well out there in the world. She just watched me. And somehow, that was worse. I bent forward, hands gripping my thighs as my lungs dragged in sharp, ragged breaths. The room was still thick with heat, sweat, the echo of what we’d done, but my body felt suddenly cold. Exposed. Stripped of more than just clothes. “Mark…” Her voice broke through the ringing in my ears, softer now, hesitant. “What’s wrong?” Everything. I straightened slowly, running a hand through

Chapter 26: There you go again..

JESSY (POV)I saw Elorm the second I stepped into the school café.Which was unfortunate, because her face already said you better have a very good lie prepared, Jessy.She sat at our usual table by the window, spine straight, arms folded, one perfect eyebrow lifted. The exact expression she used whenever she already knew I was guilty but wanted to enjoy the process of watching me squirm.I almost turned around.Almost.But I wasn’t a coward. Just dramatic.So I walked toward her like the queen of composure, even though my brain was still replaying pieces of last night like a dangerous movie scene I hadn’t given permission to remember.“Good morning, Elorm the Great,” I said brightly, sliding into my chair. “You look stressed. Is the world already disappointing you?”Her eyes dragged over my face slowly, suspiciously. “Don’t do that.”“Do what?”“That cheerful nonsense. It means you’re hiding something.”“Ouch. I can’t just be happy to see your beautiful face?”“You can,” she replied

Chapter 27:Not the first time

JESSY Elorm’s eyes don’t leave my face. Not even when I pretend to scroll on my phone. Not even when I force a laugh that sounds normal to everyone else but feels brittle and rehearsed to me. Her gaze is the kind that peels layer after layer, like she’s trying to see through my skin and straight into the storm churning beneath it. The air between us feels heavier than usual, as if my secrets have weight and are pressing down on the table, on her patience, on my chest. “Jessy,” she says again, slower this time, cautious. “You okay? You’ve been… talking to yourself for the past five minutes.” My heart flips. Talking to myself? I replay the last few moments in my head — the whisper I thought stayed trapped behind my teeth, the muttered no, I won’t do it, the quiet argument with an invisible voice only I can hear. Had I really let it slip out? “I’m not talking to myself,” I say quickly, too quickly, and the speed betrays me. I cough lightly, pretending to clear my throat.

Chapter 28:I do not have feelings for you.

“Enough!” The word bursts out of my mouth, loud and raw, slicing through the afternoon hum of the cafeteria. Heads turn. Conversations falter. Forks pause mid-air.Both Elorm and Jeffery flinch.My chest rises and falls fast, my pulse hammering like I’ve been running for my life — maybe I have. Running from truth. From feelings. From them.“You want honesty?” I snap, pushing my chair back with a sharp screech. “You both keep circling me like I’m some broken riddle you’re entitled to solve.”Elorm’s eyes widen. “Jessy—”“No, let me finish!” My voice trembles with fury and desperation, my hands shaking as I gesture wildly. “I’m tired of pretending I’m fine just so everyone can stay comfortable. I’m tired of smiling so nobody feels disappointed. And I’m tired of being made to feel like the villain because I don’t feel what I’m supposed to feel!”Jeffery stares at me, stunned, hurt flashing across his face. “I’m not trying to make you a villain. I just want to understand—”“Understand wha

Chapter 29:Try him

JessyThe cafeteria felt like a cage, each noise amplified — laughter, chatter, the scrape of chairs — everything pressing in, suffocating me. I could barely focus on anything except the thrum in my chest, the tight knot of panic forming under my ribs.Then, my phone buzzed. Sharp. Piercing. Mom.I froze mid-step, hand hovering over my tray. Elorm and Jeffery were looking at me now, suspicion and curiosity in their eyes, and I knew they’d notice everything — my racing pulse, the slight tremor in my hands.“I’ll be right back,” I muttered, my voice strained. Each syllable felt heavy, like carrying lead. I forced my legs to move, walking toward the far corner of the cafeteria, my footsteps echoing loudly in my head. Students’ chatter blurred into background noise; all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears.I answered.“Jessy?” Mom’s voice sounded tight over the phone, laced with concern. “Why haven’t you been calling? Your uncle said he hasn’t seen you in days. Are you okay?”M

Chapter 30:I need him

The hallway outside the cafeteria stretched endlessly, fluorescent lights flickering overhead, their hum mixing with the chaos still banging in my skull. My chest felt tight, my lungs craving air I couldn’t pull in fast enough. Every step I took echoed too loudly, as if the world was mocking me, reminding me that I had no control here. No control over how people saw me, how they expected me to act, how they assumed they knew me.I ignored Jeffery’s frustrated voice, Elorm’s worried glance, and every whisper of curiosity trailing me. I didn’t want anyone near me. Not now. Not when I felt frayed to the point that every nerve in my body was screaming.The front door of the house swung open under my push, sunlight streaking my face, sharp and unwelcome. I let it hit me anyway. I needed to feel something besides panic and dread. Home was quiet, waiting, unjudging. I dropped my bag by the door, shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world rested on them.I didn’t even bother putting on

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