All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

RILEY °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When the back doors opened, Noah and Seraphina looked like a complete fucking mess. Both of them were soaked to the bone with their hair plastered to their faces, clothes heavy and dripping as they shivered from the cold. But that wasn’t what stopped me cold. That wasn’t what made every thought in my head grind to a fucking halt. No. It was the way Noah was carrying her. Seraphina was in his arms, her head tucked against his neck, one of his hands cradling the back of her neck like he was terrified she might slip. Her gaze caught mine and held it, freezing the room so hard I couldn't process a single fucking word Noah was shouting over to James. It was like I was somehow underwater, right up until her eyes slowly started to slip shut. “Saraphina?” Noah called out when he noticed. Seeing her go under must have set off a total fire alarm in Noah because all the color drained straight out of his face, his eyes wide and completely frantic, wearing a look of p

SARAPHINA °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I woke up slowly. And the first thing I noticed was the quiet. No rain was pattering against me, and there were no gunshots or shouting. Just silence, and the soft hum of an air conditioner and the faint scent of clean sheets. My body felt heavy and sore, like I’d been dragged through hell and left out to dry. When I finally managed to open my eyes, the room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn, but I could tell it was likely morning. I was in a bed. And Noah was right beside it. He was sitting in a chair pulled close to the mattress, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted slightly forward. Even in sleep, his posture looked tense, like he hadn’t fully let himself rest. There were still faint traces of dried blood on the side of his neck and a cut near his temple that someone had cleaned but not fully bandaged. His dark hair was messy, falling over his forehead, and he looked… exhausted. I stared at him for a long moment, my throat tight. “Noah…” H

“Hey,” she let out quietly. “I… heard you were awake.” I didn’t move to let her in. My fingers stayed locked around the doorknob as I studied her face, every instinct still on edge from the night before. “What are you doing here?” I asked. Riley’s gaze flicked past me into the room for half a second, then returned to mine. “I was with James last night,” she said. “In the car. When they brought you here.” A pause. “I just… wanted to check if you were okay.” “I’m fine,” I told her finally, the same thin lie I’d given Mr. James earlier. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, as if she was deciding how much to say. “…Can I come in?” she asked. I hesitated for a second, then shifted aside just enough for her to walk past me. “Thank you,” she exhaled as she stepped into the room and let out a long breath, like she’d been holding it since she knocked. Without waiting for an invitation, she walked straight over to the bed and dropped onto it, stretching out on her back like she b

THEA ASHFORD °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･“What did you just say?!”The words tore out of me before I could stop them. My heart slammed hard against my ribs as I stared at Gage, my phone still clutched tightly in my hand.He immediately reached for me, his hands settling firmly on my arms as he tried to keep me grounded.“Thea—breathe. Listen to me—”“No,” I cut him off, my voice rising. “Don’t tell me to breathe. What did you just say? Say it again.”Gage’s jaw tightened. He glanced briefly at Micah, who was now dressed for school, sitting at the dining table, eyes wide and confused by the sudden change in tone after a statement from his father. Then he looked back at me, his expression carefully controlled.“I heard from an informant,” he said in a low, steady voice. “Shots were fired… right outside the gates of the mansion where Seraphina is staying.”The room seemed to tilt.For a second, I couldn’t hear anything except the blood rushing in my ears. My grip on the phone tightened so hard my knuckle

SARAPHINA°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･It was a quiet drive to the place Noah had told me about.Nobody spoke. The only sound in the car was the soft loop of a single song playing through the speakers—low, steady, and familiar enough that I recognized the melody after the second time it started over. Mr. James kept his eyes on the road, but every so often I caught him mouthing a few of the lyrics in the rearview mirror. It must have been one of his favorites.By the fourth or fifth loop, I knew the words too. Without really thinking about it, I started humming along under my breath, the quiet sound barely rising above the music.Riley sat in the front passenger seat, her head angled toward the window, posture still. Noah was beside me in the back, one arm resting along the door, the other loosely on his thigh. He hadn’t said much since we left the hotel. Neither had I.The trees blurred past outside and the road stretched on, quiet and empty in a way that made the silence inside the car feel even tense