All Chapters of What Daddy Left Behind: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~ Thea’s POVIt was Friday afternoon. I was curled up in the massive library, a leather-bound copy of a macroeconomics textbook resting uselessly on my lap. I had read the same paragraph four times without absorbing a single word.My mind was all jumbled and the fact that in exactly four hours, I was supposed to go on a date with Ethan Hayes. A date orchestrated by Stellan."Miss Mercer?"I jumped, the textbook sliding off my lap. Graham stood in the doorway, his posture impeccable, his face giving away absolutely nothing."You have a guest," he announced, stepping aside.A familiar head of messy curls peeked around Graham’s broad shoulder. Maya. She looked small and entirely out of place amidst the dark mahogany and vaulted ceilings of Stellan's mansion, clutching a canvas tote bag."Maya!" I scrambled out of the oversized leather armchair, the relief hitting me so hard my knees went weak.I ran across the room. We collided in the center of the library, wrapping our arms around eac

~ Stellan’s POVI watched her walk away.My eyes tracked the subtle sway of her hips beneath the beige trench coat, my gaze lingering until the heavy velvet curtains of the lounge entrance swallowed her entirely. Only when I was absolutely certain she was safely flanked by my private security detail outside did I allow my attention to return to the table.The silence in the semi-circular leather booth was no longer awkward; it was toxic.I slowly turned my head to look at Ethan Hayes. The boy was staring at the empty space where Thea had just been sitting, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. The illusion of the polite corporate executive had completely burned away, leaving behind a raw, indignant fury.I scoffed. How long was he going to wait to reveal this side of him to her? It was almost laughable. He finally looked at me, his blue eyes blazing with a self-righteous anger that I found both pathetic and infuriating."You sick bastard," Ethan spat, the words

~ Stellan’s POVShe was fucking made for me.I felt the frantic, desperate flutter of her pulse beneath my grip as I held her firmly by the ankle, dragging her slick, trembling body right back into the inescapable cage of my thighs.She let out a soft, broken whimper, her bound hands slipping helplessly on the duvet. The dark silk of my pocket square covered her eyes, rendering her completely blind, completely vulnerable, and entirely mine.I didn't resume the punishing rhythm right away. I stayed buried to the hilt inside the scalding heat of her core, letting the silence stretch between us. The only sound in the room was the ragged, syncopated rhythm of our breathing. My chest heaved as I looked down at her. Her pale skin was flushed, slick with sweat and the evidence of her own shattered climax, glowing like porcelain in the dim light filtering the light coming from the moon.The jealousy that had poisoned my blood all evening, was finally beginning to burn away, replaced by a dar

~ Thea’s POV"Fun day?" I pulled back slightly, eyeing my best friend with a heavy dose of skepticism. "Maya, what are you talking about? "Maya checked her phone and cursed under her breath. "Crap, my psych seminar is in exactly five minutes on the other side of campus. I have to run. Meet me at the cafeteria for lunch, okay? We need to debrief properly."Before I could say another word, she gave my arm a quick squeeze and bolted toward the glass doors, disappearing into the morning rush of students.I stood alone in the lobby. The heavy cream turtleneck suddenly felt suffocating, itching against the tender, bruised skin of my neck from last night's madness. I swallowed hard, tightened my grip on my tote bag, and made my way toward the Advanced Macroeconomics lecture hall.I didn't fully understand the terrifying scope of Stellan’s invisible reach until I walked into the classroom.The room was already buzzing with pre-class chatter. I walked down the carpeted steps toward my usual

~ Thea’s POV"How dare you?" Vanessa snarled, her manicured fingers pressing into her rapidly reddening cheek. She looked like a feral cat, her eyes completely unhinged as she took a threatening step toward Maya.Maya squared her shoulders, her fists clenching at her sides, fully prepared to throw a second punch if this entitled junior took one more step.But something inside me snapped.Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the lingering, terrifying high of what Stellan had done to me the night before. Or maybe it was simply the realization that I was done being the collateral damage in everyone else’s power games. I was Thea Mercer. And more dangerously, I belonged to Stellan.I didn't let Maya clap back. I stepped around my best friend, placing myself directly in front of her.Before Vanessa could even register my movement, I raised my hand and brought it across her other cheek.The second strike echoed through the dead-silent cafeteria, even louder and sharper than the first.