บททั้งหมดของ Her Daughter’s Lover: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The night had settled over the city, soft and luminous, with lights shimmering like fireflies across the river. Lucian and I stood on our balcony, hands entwined, watching the world below. Our daughters—Aria, Arianna, and Arian—were finally asleep, their soft breathing a reminder of the life we had built together, a life full of love, laughter, and the quiet resilience that only comes from surviving storms.I rested my head against Lucian’s shoulder, the warmth of his presence grounding me. Years ago, chaos had been my constant companion: betrayals, heartbreaks, and the relentless pressure to prove my worth. Now, as I breathed in the cool night air, I realized something profound—I had not only survived, I had mastered myself. I had built a family that thrived, a business that soared, and a life that was fully, intentionally mine.Lucian let out a soft laugh, brushing a stray curl from my face. “You’re thinking again,” he said, his voice calm, reassuring.“I am,” I admitted. “I keep th

The next morning came too quickly.I woke with the faint feeling of being watched—not in a threatening way—but from the sharp awareness that my past had finally been dragged into daylight. My father’s confession clung to me like dew, cold but cleansing, a reminder of everything I thought I knew… and everything I had gotten so painfully wrong.Lucian wasn’t in bed.That alone was enough to make my stomach tighten. He was always there when I woke—solid, warm, reassuring. When he wasn’t, it usually meant something was weighing on him.I slipped out of bed and padded down the hallway, the soft chatter of the girls in the kitchen guiding me. Arian’s squeaky laughter echoed first, followed by Aria’s serious tone—a tiny general already in charge.“Daddy, no, the eggs need more salt,” Arianna instructed like she was Gordon Ramsay in a six-year-old body.Lucian chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”I leaned against the doorway, watching them. A strange, tender ache blossomed in my chest. My life had become

The night had fallen like a shroud over the city, thick and suffocating, but inside the house, the air was hotter—charged, almost crackling with fear and fury. I could feel it in my bones, smell it on my skin. Lucian moved like a shadow himself, checking locks, securing every window, scanning every corner with the precision of a man who had spent his life hunting danger before it had a chance to strike.I held the girls in my arms, my heart hammering in sync with theirs. Aria, Arianna, and Arian clung to me, their tiny fingers gripping my clothes as if sheer will alone could keep the evil from reaching us. My father sat at the kitchen table, his hands trembling, head bowed as if the weight of every failure in his life rested squarely on his shoulders.“This is my fault,” he muttered, voice low, nearly breaking. “He’s coming because of me. Everything I did—or didn’t do—brought this back to you, to Sophie.”I swallowed hard, trying to steady my shaking hands. “Dad… no. This is not your

The world felt impossibly quiet after the shot. Not a single sound except our breathing, jagged and uneven, the echo of violence still hanging in the air. Lucian’s arms around me were iron-strong, holding me as if the very fabric of the universe would try to pull me away if he let go. My body trembled—not just from fear, but from the weight of everything we had just endured.I blinked against my tears, trying to make sense of it. Alive. We were alive. And yet, the darkness of what could have happened lingered like smoke in my lungs. I could feel it curling around my heart, a reminder that survival was never accidental. It was earned, and it came at a price.My father knelt beside us, voice rough and broken: “Sophie… you… you’re alive.” He reached out, but his hands trembled so violently that I had to catch them. Relief, terror, guilt—it all spilled from him in waves. “I—I thought I had failed you. I never thought…” His voice cracked, and he pressed his forehead to mine in a gesture of

The air smelled of spring rain, fresh and clean, drifting through the open windows of our home. It had been months since the night that almost tore us apart—the night the villain had tried to strike at me, to hurt my father through me, to dismantle the life we had painstakingly built. And yet, as I looked around the house now, I realized something profound: life, in all its fragility, had not only endured—it had flourished.Aria, Arianna, and Arian ran through the garden, their laughter ringing like bells in the soft afternoon light. The three of them, small and fearless, were a living testament to survival, resilience, and the innocence that refused to be stolen. I watched them, heart swelling, as Lucian guided them gently through a game of chase, his hand brushing mine in silent reassurance.My father leaned against the porch railing, watching the girls with a quiet pride that had only begun to bloom again. He had changed—softened, healed, and finally embraced the life he had once f