Semua Bab Pregnant For My Father-in-Law: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Ciara’s POV“Tch. Tch. Tch.”The slow, mocking clack of heels on marble dragged my head up from the cold floor.Vivienne.Of course it was Vivienne.She strode in like she owned the oxygen in the room, red gown hugging every curve, diamonds at her throat catching the dim light like fresh blood drops, that signature smirk already locked and loaded.“Look at you,” she purred, stopping right in front of me so her shadow swallowed what little dignity I had left. “So fucking pathetic. Who’d have thought the great Ciara Dagon, queen of sharp tongues and spread legs would end up crying on the floor like a kicked puppy? All that power, and it turns out it only lived between your thighs and in your filthy mouth.”I let out a laugh cracked, wet, and tasting like blood and salt from the fresh split in my lip.My fingers curled into fists on the marble.This bitch.This exact bitch had whispered in Jasper’s ear the day he moved me to this isolated guest prison. “Put her away from the main house,”

Ciara’s POVThe ballroom glittered like a trap made of crystal and gold.Chandeliers dripped light across polished marble floors, reflections fracturing into a thousand tiny knives. Laughter rolled through the air, low, and practiced, the kind of sound people make when they know exactly how much power they hold and how much blood it cost.Men in tailored tuxedos clustered around high-top tables, whiskey glasses catching amber glows, while women in gowns that cost more than most people’s houses drifted between them like expensive ghosts. Cigars. Perfume. The faint metallic tang of old money and older secrets.I didn’t know what the event was for.I didn’t care.Some alliances being sealed. Some rival being threatened. Some debt being collected in smiles and handshakes. The usual Blackthorne circus which are dangerous, wealthy predators pretending they weren’t circling the same carcass.None of it mattered.The only thing that mattered right now was the hollow ache in my stomach.I was

Ciara’s POV"Jasper, where did you get this bitchy slut from?" Ben asked, voice dripping with amusement as he wiped the fresh blood from his lip, eyes locked on me like I was a toy he’d just decided he wanted to break.The word slut hit like a slap I’d felt too many times already tonight.Something inside me, something small, quiet, and exhausted finally gave way.I turned away from Jasper, walked a few steps and faced Ben and slapped that stupid grin clean off his face.The crack echoed louder than the first two, palm flat, full force, and my hand stinging like fire. His head snapped sideways again, the red mark on his cheek now a full handprint blooming angry and bright.Jasper grabbed me from behind instantly, arms locking around my waist, yanking me backward so hard I stumbled, breath knocked out of me."What the hell are you doing?" he hissed in my ear, pushing me back toward the wall.I staggered but caught myself.I was done.Done being the fucking good wife for public image.D

Ciara’s POV“Let me go, you twisted son of a bitch!”My voice cracked raw as Jasper dragged me up the narrow staircase of the second apartment, the isolated guest house he’d turned into my private prison.His fingers were iron around my upper arm, bruising deeper into skin already tender from earlier. I stumbled on the third step, heel catching, but he didn’t slow down, he just yanked harder, pulling me forward like a rag doll he’d decided to punish.Vivienne followed two steps behind, cackling like a duck on helium, high, sharp, and delighted. Every laugh stabbed into my ears, louder than my own heartbeat.The guts this fool must have grown.He’d dragged me all the way from the main villa through darkened corridors, past silent servants who looked away, past guards who pretended not to see back to this place. The place where he could do whatever he wanted without witnesses. Without cameras. Without the main house’s prying eyes.He’d snarled something about “punishment”. Then he’d gra

Ciara’s pov.Dealing with these two won't be a problem for me cause he wants me but can't have me. Dr. Voss had warned him against sexual activity with me.So now, I plan to reverse their game.I'm gonna make Jasper horny, make him wild to fuck Vivienne into pain and screams.Made him whisper my name while he did it.God... let this work.Looking at Jasper, my facial expression changed slowly, and deliberately to something vulnerable. Horny. Needy. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted slightly, a small whimper escaping my throat as I shifted in the chair, the silk ties biting into my wrists just enough to sting. I let out another whimper softly, and breathy, my chest rising and falling faster, like the sight of him was making me ache.Jasper’s eyes stayed glued to me.His hips stuttered once and then snapped harder into Vivienne’s mouth.She gagged again louder, hot tears streaming down her cheeks now, mascara running in black rivers.Her throat bulged with every thrust, wet, choking sounds