All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rae’s POVI pushed open the front door quietly, the familiar creak of the hinges sounding louder than usual in the late-night stillness of the house. The foyer light was off, only the soft glow from the kitchen nightlight spilling into the hallway. I slipped off my heels, picked them up in one hand, and padded barefoot up the stairs, bag slung over my shoulder.I didn’t head to the pool house.I couldn’t.Not tonight.Not after Ethan’s cheek kiss, his dimpled smile, his “friends” offer that felt like more than friends. Not after the way my heart had stuttered when he said he’d prefer to taste the cake from my lips. Not after I’d danced with him, laughed with him, let him hold my waist while Mom watched approvingly from across the room.Guilt was a living thing inside me now—crawling under my skin, heavy in my chest, whispering *you don’t deserve him* every time I thought of Killian waiting for me.So I turned left at the top of the stairs instead of right. Toward my room. Toward the

Rae’s POVI looked down.Ethan: Hey Rae. I really enjoyed being with you last night. Hope you got home safe. Would love to do it again sometime.My stomach dropped.“Oh no, baby it's not what it seems like” I breathed.Killian didn’t speak. Just watched me—eyes dark, jaw locked, waiting.I looked up at him, eyes wide. “I can explain. I swear. This isn’t what it looks like.”He nodded once—slow, careful. “Okay. Explain.”I took a shaky breath. “Mom dragged me to that charity thing last night. She introduced me to a bunch of people. One of them was Ethan—her friend’s son. Same age as me. He was… nice. We talked. We danced once. That’s it. He offered to drop me home because Mom wanted to stay longer with her friends. I said yes because it was late and I didn’t want to wait for an Uber. He drove me straight here. Walked me to the door. Said goodnight. That’s literally all that happened.”Killian listened—quiet, intense, eyes never leaving my face.“He kissed my cheek,” I added quick

Killian's POVI hate that we have to be private. I hated that I can’t flaunt her just as I like and then other people get to shoot their shot at her shamelessly. I paced the small space—back and forth, trying to burn off the energy. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, hoping it was Rae.Victor.My stomach twisted. I already knew where this was headed. I answered on the second ring.“Yeah?”“Come to the pool side. Now.” Victor’s voice was low, clipped, no room for argument. “We need to talk. It's very important.”I exhaled slowly. “About what?”“You know what. Five minutes.”The line went dead.I stared at the phone for a second, thumb hovering over Rae’s contact. Should I tell her? Warn her? No. She’d panic. She’d worry. She’d been through enough already. I tugged on a shirt, slipped out the back door, and headed to the pool side. Victor was already there—sitting on one of the lounge chairs, arms crossed, face like thunder.He didn’t stand when I approached. Just looked

Killian’s POVI stared at him, my brother, the man who’d raised me after Dad bailed, who’d taught me how to throw a punch and how to take one, who’d always been the steady one while I was the storm. Now he looked at me like I was a stranger, confusion etching deep lines into his forehead, his arms hanging limp at his sides as if the fight had gone out of him for a second.I exhaled slowly, the words bubbling up like they’d been waiting for this moment. “It was before all this. Before you and Lisa even got engaged. Before I knew who Rae was to you. It was a one-night stand. Or it was supposed to be.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. He just crossed his arms again, waiting, like he was bracing for more bad news.“I was in a bad place after Bianca,” I continued, my voice low but steady. “You remember how I was—drinking too much, picking up random girls to forget her face, her lies, the way she’d cheat and then cry her way back into my bed. I was numb. Rough. Didn’t care

Killian’s POVVictor stared at me for a long beat after my last words—his face a storm of shock, frustration, and something that looked almost like reluctant understanding.The pool water kept lapping gently against the tiles, the only sound besides our breathing. His arms were still crossed, but the rigid line of his shoulders had loosened just a fraction, like the fight had drained out of him a little.He rubbed a hand over his jaw, exhaling through his nose like he was trying to steady himself.“Alright,” he said finally, voice quieter but still edged with steel. “I’ve heard you. Every word. The hotel story, the coincidence, how she ‘healed’ you, how you can’t live without her, how she’s your spark and your light and your everything. I get it. I see it. You’re in deep. Deeper than I thought.”He paused, eyes flicking to the house, then back to me.“But here’s the bottom line, Killian. None of that changes the facts. She’s Lisa’s daughter. You’re my brother. This isn’t just about y