Alle Kapitel von Having an Affair with my Step-Daddy (Rated SPG): Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

The humid air of Manila wrapped around Sarah Reynolds like a familiar embrace as her plane touched down after five long years abroad.She had spent those years chasing inspiration across Europe, her paintbrushes capturing the raw beauty of sunlit coasts and shadowed alleys.But now, home called her back to the Philippines, to the woman who had raised her single-handedly through every hardship.Sarah hailed a taxi straight from the airport, her heart quickening at the thought of seeing her mother, Eleanor.Eleanor's modest apartment in Quezon City buzzed with energy the moment Sarah stepped through the door.The older woman, still vibrant at forty-five with her silver-streaked hair tied in a loose bun and eyes sparkling like polished onyx, threw her arms around her daughter."Sarah! My baby girl, you're finally home!" Eleanor squealed, pulling back to cup Sarah's face, her thumbs brushing away an imaginary tear."Five years—feels like a lifetime. Look at you, even more stunning than I

Eleanor and Damian sat at their small round table in the cozy kitchen, enjoying a warm breakfast. The morning sun streamed through the window, making the room feel bright and cheerful. They laughed and shared stories, both feeling a sense of happiness in each other's company.Just then, Sarah emerged from her room, looking beautiful in a stylish outfit. She was preparing for a big meeting. Damian's eyes grew wide as he took in her appearance. Eleanor noticed and said, “Wow, Sarah, you really have the best shape! You're so beautiful. Be careful with the guys out there.”Sarah laughed, feeling flattered. “Thanks! But I’ll be returning late, so don’t wait for me!” With that, she turned to grab her things. As she did, her eyes caught Damian staring at her in a way that made her heart race. She quickly looked away, feeling a flutter in her stomach.Outside, Sarah's ride had arrived. She had ordered a sleek, black car that glimmered in the sunlight. The driver smiled and handed her the keys

The bridal boutique’s air was thick with the scent of silk and lace, the kind of sweet, suffocating perfume that clung to the throat like regret.Sarah stood frozen in her bridesmaid gown, the emerald fabric clinging to her hips, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease the swell of her breasts—breasts that Damian’s hands had claimed only days before.The memory of his rough palms skimming over her skin, his teeth grazing her nipple until she whimpered, sent a traitorous heat pooling between her thighs.She shifted, the satin lining of the dress whispering against her inner thighs, a mocking reminder of how easily she’d spread for him.Eleanor twirled in front of the floor-length mirror, her wedding dress a cascade of ivory and delicate beadwork, her face alight with a joy so pure it made Sarah’s stomach twist. “Oh, Sar, isn’t it perfect?” Eleanor breathed, pressing a hand to her chest as if she could contain the happiness threatening to burst from her. “I never thought I’d fin

The mansion door groaned shut behind Eleanor, her silhouette swallowed by the mist curling along the grounds. Sarah exhaled, ready to follow—until a sudden chill brushed the back of her neck.Damian appeared beside her she didn’t get two steps before his hand clamped around her wrist, his fingers like steel bands, unyielding.The heat of his bare torso pressed against her back as he yanked her against him, the scent of his cologne—dark, spiced, intoxicating—filling her lungs as she gasped.His suit jacket had been discarded hours ago, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest,“Running already?” His breath was hot against her ear, his lips brushing the shell of it just long enough to send a traitorous shiver down her spine. “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”Sarah’s pulse hammered in her throat, her blouse clinging to her skin, the silk damp with sweat. “Let go of me,” she snapped, but her voice lacked its usual bite, thick with somet

The first light of dawn had barely touched the skyline when Damian stepped into the empty elevator of Thorne & Co.’s headquarters, his polished Oxfords clicking against the marble floor.The building was still, the hum of the city outside muted by the thick glass walls, but his pulse was anything but quiet.His fingers twitched around the leather portfolio in his hand, the weight of the documents inside—finalized, signed, sealed—sending a thrill through him.The merger with the American investor had gone through. After months of negotiations, late-night calls across time zones, and enough red tape to strangle a man, it was done.Tonight, the gala would be more than a celebration; it would be a statement. Thorne & Co. was no longer just a European powerhouse—it was a global force.He exhaled sharply as the elevator ascended, the reflection in the mirrored walls showing a man who looked every bit the part: tailored navy suit, crisp white shirt, a tie knotted with precision. But his dark