All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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A Private Show

Derek's pov Once we stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a thick towel around Pearl’s shoulders. Then I tucked it in in the front so she wouldn’t catch a chill, despite the lingering steam. Her eyes were heavy, lashes clumped, cheeks flushed from crying and cuming and everything in between. She looked soft. Ruined. Perfect. “Come on, angel,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her temple. “Just one more thing before I let you crash.” She made a small, protesting noise (half a whine, half a sigh) that I adored, but let me steer her out of the bathroom. I pushed open the double doors that led back to the gym. Then steered her towards the ring waiting in the center. Pearl blinked slowly, taking it in. “You said ring.” Her voice was thick, sleepy. “I thought you meant a wedding ring.” The words hit like a sucker punch I didn’t see coming. For one dumb second, I pictured it. Black velvet box, Titanium band with a diamond big enough to shut up every doubt in her head. Maybe that woul

I met my wife again and found only more reasons to love her

Derek's pov When she came, it was almost silent too. A long, full body shudder against mine. A soft, choked sound pressed into my shoulder fell from her mouth. Her cunt pulsed around my dick in slow, luxurious waves. Every vibration pulsing through my dick felt like heaven. Not rushed or rough the way we usually fucked, but powerful and life changing in its own way. She cried silent tears when I came inside her seconds later. A low groan I couldn’t hold back spilled from my lips and cum filled her up one more time. I stayed inside her, both of us breathing hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. I rolled us over so that she laid draped across my chest. My arm wrapped around her waist. My other hand stroked through her damp hair. Somehow, I knew these weren't sad tears. She was content in my arms. Pearl was already drifting, her eyes fluttering closed, her body heavy and lax with tiredness. I kissed her forehead again. She rewarded me with a lopsided smile. “Why won’t you

Running from a billionaire who wanted to take care of me and all my problems

Pearl's pov I woke up alone in the middle of the ring, the canvas cool and slightly sticky against my bare skin. My body ached in places I didn't want to catalogue. My thighs ached, my pussy was raw. My lips were still swollen from too many kisses that had felt like promises. The towel I lost when we entered the ring dangled over the ropes. Sunlight slanted through the high basement windows, harsh and unforgiving. Afternoon already. I'd slept the whole damn morning away. It felt strangely wonderful. A groan escaped my lips, but I couldn't help the smile that lit up my face. We fucked so much last night that I had no doubt that I was glowing. Derek's voice echoed in my head before anything else did. Low, rough, possessive, as he held me tight. So fucking tight, after the last session of sex. You’ll understand soon enough. You'll become daddy's whore bride,

A complicated, sexy, devil man who knew how to satisfy

The cab smelled like old cigarettes and fast food. I kept my knees pressed together, arms crossed over my chest, staring straight ahead. The familiar shame of my body hitting home. Again, stupid Derek popped into my head. How I'd unveiled every inch of myself to him. I said I wanted Jason to fuck me, but deep down part of me was relieved that he never tried. That I'd gotten to share my biggest shame with my bully of a husband and only him. He wasn't a bully though. He was, fuck… a lot of things. A complicated, sexy devil man who knew how to satisfy a— No, Pearl. Fucking stop it. He wants to buy you for a year. That's fucked up. I kept having to remind myself that his obsession wasn't healthy. He barely knew me. Didn't seem to matter last night, my sore pussy whispered. What the fuck was wrong with me? My body just couldn't get enough of his. "Just suppressed, teenage hormones fighting to be let out, Pearl," I muttered to myself in frustration, when thoughts of Derek had my

Why did I say no to being my husband's whore?

It was so late by the time that I got home that my dad, Lennon and my mom, Rose were already home. I knew because the car was parked outside. I burst through the front door of the little house I had barely seen in three years. Mine and Jason's apartment had been my prison, not home, but at least it was judgement free. Or so I told myself. How had I spent all this time making excuses for Jason's words, pretending they weren't hurtful as fuck? Be reasonable, Pearl. You're huge. No amount of gym or dieting will ever make you skinny enough to pick up. He said, when I asked to be picked up after an exhausting study session. Joke's on you, Jason. Apparently, I wasn't too big for your uncle/daddy. Stop pigging out and go and study for my exams. I told him a hundred times that I had a fucking medical condition. Diets and exercise didn't work on me. It was a white lie. I did have a medical condition, but my doctor told me it was reversible. If I was willing to do the work. I a

The fat fuck up who could never get anything right

"Dad, let me see the papers," I said with a huff, trying to ignore my entire family grating on my nerves. "We need more champagne. A glass for you," my dad said, leading me to the coffee table, where the papers awaited. "Be right back." I looked them over for a few minutes while my family continued to drink and be merry. I wasn't a law student, but I knew Derek. He wasn't going to just pay off their debts. There had to be a catch. "Good thing he came by. The bank was on the verge of evicting us. We missed too many payments. Your dad was going to declare bankruptcy today," my mom said, looking me up and down with disdain, but then the smile was back in place. It was like they couldn't hear the words that they were saying. "Dad, this isn't good. This says Mr. Nelson bought the house from the bank. He owns the business too. He isn't saving us. He is owning our asses. Don't you get that?" I tried to get my family to understand, but my words fell on deaf ears. Crafty, cunning, so

The Brilliant MIT Student

"It's always about the money, huh dad? Nothing else matters. Not your daughter's free will or dignity. As long as the price is right. Right?" I spat at him, disgusted to call him dad. My dad's face softened, shame painted across his face, but mom was quick to back him up. Mom tilted her head towards me. "We heard you on the phone, Pearl. Whoring yourself out to that man so shamelessly. What did sweet Lena ever do? She's our good girl. Not a whore like you. At least your harlot ways isn't making trouble this time. You almost drove your father to an early grave when—" Lena's fingers dug into my arm, persistent and desperate. "Pearl, come on. Let's talk in your old room. You're upset." I jerked free from her grasp, threw my head back and laughed. Oh wow. Could it be that my parents really didn't know how shit went down and why they were in debt? Impossible. And yet… "Your good girl hijacked my interview with MIT's dean of admissions to make a sex tape. That's why she got sue

The Bitch Had It Coming

Lennon, are you okay?" mom wailed while she rushed over to my dad, then whipped her head towards me, piercing me with enraged eyes. "Call the police, Lena. Your sister needs to be taught—" I was huffing and heaving, any remorse I might have felt overshadowed by vindication. Not even daddy dearest was walking all over me. Not today. "Get over yourself, Rose. We were fooled. I bet on the wrong daughter. Lena's not a fucking MIT student, but Pearl is. Aren't you, baby? Why didn't you tell us you graduated and have a job already?" my dad asked, coming clean as I glared daggers at him for trying to play me. "Lena?" my mom looked to Lena helplessly as her last hope, as though Lena could somehow change the truth. But there was no point. The jig was up. Fucking stupid people. Then a harrowing question popped into my head. If I wasn't smart to these people, what was I? Other than a sad fat girl? "It wouldn't have mattered if I won a fucking Nobel prize. Lena this and Lena that.

Afterthought

My dad hauled me back again, his grip firm but not hurting. "Enough! All of you!" My mom helped Lena up, then turned to me, her eyes softening. Somehow I still knew I wouldn't like what my mother was about to say. "If you'd kept in touch with us, this never would have happened, Pearl. We could have sorted it out as a family. But you just have to do everything alone, don't you?" my mom lectured me, and I almost believed she missed me. Her daughter. My mom let a whining Lena go and stepped closer, her arms opening up like she wanted to hug me. "At least your being a bookworm explains why you're… you know, fat. All that sitting and reading." I stared at her, my body going limp. The fight drained out of me like air from a punctured tire. I was a fucking MIT graduate. A coder. A programmer. I was damn good at it too and she dared reduce what I do to being a fucking bookworm? This was the fucking reason I did everything alone. Depending on me exclusively meant not being d

The world is cruel to you if you aren't a size zero

"Hey Plush bitch. We're all busy right now. Go fuck a tree," said Henry, Jason's best friend. No way was I addressing Jason directly. I had some pride left. Huh. Go figure. I had pride these days. Or maybe— Nope. Going with the pride thing. "Tina? Are you there? Please, Tina. It's an emergency, " I pleaded with easily the nicest person in the friend group. She was dumb as a sack of rocks and couldn't take a hint, but maybe just maybe that would work in my favor today. Hushed whispers sounded in the background. "Pearl, do you know Jason and you broke up? Like, everyone knows," said Tina, and I could practically see everyone rolling their eyes at her while she tried to let me down gently, despite wanting to help. "Yeah, I know. I was there, Tina. Now I, look, I just really need a friend right now. Please Tina?" I pleaded, seeing Mrs. Geller, the neighbourhood Karen, appear in her driveway. Fucking great. That was all I needed. Some old prude bitching at me about

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