All Chapters of DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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**Chapter 8: The Truth Comes Out**The morning after the engagement party, Mila woke in Lucas’s arms in his king-sized bed at the family house. They had slipped away together after the reception, unable to stay apart. Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the master bedroom—the same room where Elena had once slept. The thought sent a fresh wave of guilt through her, but Lucas’s hand resting protectively over her stomach grounded her.“We should tell her today,” Lucas murmured, kissing her bare shoulder. “No more waiting.”Mila nodded against his chest. “Together.”They planned it carefully. Brunch at the house. Just the three of them. Sophia had agreed easily, still glowing from the party.But fate had other plans.Sophia arrived early, letting herself in with her key. She bounded upstairs calling their names, a bakery box of croissants in hand. The bedroom door swung open before either of them could react.Sophia froze in the doorway.Mila sat up quickly, clutching the sheet to h

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Mila moved in the following weekend.Lucas carried the last box upstairs himself, setting it gently in the master bedroom beside the window seat that overlooked the backyard. The same yard where she and Sophia had once chased fireflies.“You don’t have to do this so fast,” Mila said softly, watching him. Her hand rested instinctively on her still-flat stomach.“I want you here. Both of you.” Lucas pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “This is our home now.”The first weeks were quiet. Sophia’s silence felt like a shadow over everything. She had blocked Mila’s number and responded to Lucas’s texts with single-word answers. The pain of that absence lingered, but Lucas refused to let it swallow them.Their first prenatal appointment was on a crisp Thursday morning. Lucas held Mila’s hand the entire time, thumb stroking soothing circles over her knuckles. When the ultrasound technician pressed the wand to her belly and the rapid whoosh-whoosh of a tiny heartbeat fill

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The labor room was bright and sterile, but Lucas made it feel like home. He held Mila’s hand through every contraction, forehead pressed to hers, whispering encouragement while she squeezed his fingers hard enough to bruise.“You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured, wiping sweat from her brow. “Our daughter’s almost here.”Mila cried out as another wave hit. Twenty-two hours of labor had left her exhausted, but the moment the doctor announced it was time to push, a surge of strength filled her.One final, powerful push—and a loud, healthy cry split the air.“Welcome to the world, little one,” the doctor said warmly.They placed the tiny, wriggling bundle on Mila’s chest. Dark hair, Lucas’s storm-gray eyes already blinking open. Mila sobbed with joy, cradling her daughter close. Lucas leaned over them both, tears tracking down his cheeks as he kissed Mila’s temple, then the baby’s forehead.“She’s perfect,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Just like her mother.”They named her Elena Sop

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Ashley’s heart hammered so hard she was sure the entire room could hear it. The sheer white gown clung to her body like a second skin, the fabric so thin it might as well have been mist. Her wrists were bound loosely in front of her with silk rope, more symbolic than restrictive, but the effect was the same—she felt exposed, helpless, and utterly out of place.The underground auction hall smelled of expensive cologne, cigar smoke, and power. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over velvet curtains and polished marble. Men in tailored suits lounged in plush chairs, eyes hungry as girls were paraded one by one. Ashley was the final lot. The virgin collateral.Her father’s debt had come to this.“Lot number twenty-three,” the auctioneer announced, voice smooth as oil. “Ashley Vale, twenty-two years old. Pure. Untouched. Art student. Father owes the Rossi family three-point-eight million. She is offered as full settlement.”Whispers rippled through the crowd. Ashley kept her gaze fixed

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Ashley woke to the feeling of being watched.Early morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. She was still naked, tucked between two warm, powerful bodies. Dante’s heavy arm draped over her waist from behind, his morning erection pressed thick and insistent against her ass. Nico lay facing her, one hand possessively cupping her breast, thumb idly stroking her nipple even in his sleep.Her heart slammed against her ribs.*This is real. I’m their property.*She waited until both men’s breathing stayed deep and even, then carefully slipped out from under Dante’s arm. Her bare feet hit the cold marble. She grabbed the first piece of clothing she saw—Nico’s discarded dress shirt—and wrapped it around herself like a shield. It smelled like him: sandalwood and dark power.The front door. She had to reach the front door.Ashley moved silently down the hallway, pulse roaring in her ears. The penthouse was massive, a maze of luxury and shadows. She found the

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The penthouse was temporary. Three days after claiming her, Nico and Dante moved Ashley into their sprawling cliffside mansion—an impenetrable fortress of glass, stone, and dark luxury overlooking the ocean. Armed guards patrolled the grounds. High-tech security made escape impossible. This was her new cage, gilded and beautiful.They gave her a room connected to the master suite, filled with designer clothes, art supplies, and a king bed she rarely slept in alone. Rules were posted on the nightstand like a contract:- Always call them Daddy in the bedroom. - No panties unless given permission. - Obey instantly. - Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.Ashley tested the rules on day two.She refused to kneel when Nico told her to. Dante had her bent over his lap in seconds, skirt flipped up, bare ass exposed. His large hand came down in sharp, stinging smacks—ten of them—until her skin glowed pink and she was dripping down her thighs.“Count them, princess,” Dante had g

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Ashley had started counting the days.Twelve days since she’d been sold. Twelve days of rules, pleasure, and the slow erosion of her resistance. The Rossi mansion felt less like a prison now and more like a dark, seductive world she was sinking into. Mornings with Nico’s mouth between her thighs. Afternoons spent painting in the sunlit studio they’d given her while Dante watched from the doorway, arms crossed, hazel eyes hungry. Nights spent between both men, their bodies claiming hers until she screamed “Daddy” like a prayer.She was starting to crave them. That terrified her most of all.On the thirteenth day, they took her out.“Just a short drive along the coast,” Nico had said, adjusting the diamond choker around her throat—the one that marked her as theirs. “You’ve been good, princess. You’ve earned a reward.”The blacked-out SUV felt like freedom until it wasn’t.They were halfway to the private overlook when the first bullet shattered the rear window.“Down!” Dante roared, sho

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The gala was a glittering den of wolves.Crystal chandeliers hung over the ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel. Ashley stood between Nico and Dante in a backless emerald gown that clung to every curve, the diamond choker at her throat catching the light with every breath. She looked every inch the Rossi trophy—elegant, untouchable, owned.Nico’s hand rested possessively on her lower back. Dante kept her tucked against his side, fingers tracing circles on her hip through the silk.“You’re stunning tonight, princess,” Nico murmured against her ear. “Be good for us.”She was trying. Smiling politely, staying quiet, playing the perfect captive. Until Marco Moretti approached.The rival underboss was handsome in a slick, dangerous way—sharp suit, easy smirk, and eyes that lingered too long on her cleavage.“Rossi,” Marco greeted Nico and Dante with a nod, then turned to Ashley. “And who is this vision? I don’t believe we’ve met.”Ashley offered a small smile. “Ashley.”“Beautiful n

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Ashley stared at the two pink lines until her vision blurred.She sat on the cold marble floor of the master bathroom, back against the tub, the pregnancy test shaking in her trembling fingers. Three tests. All positive. Her period was two weeks late, but she’d blamed stress, the constant claiming, the way her body had changed under their relentless attention.They had never used protection. Not once. She remembered Nico’s low growl the first time he came inside her: *“No barriers between us, princess. We want to feel everything.”*Now that choice had consequences.Pregnant.With a mafia baby. Possibly two fathers. The reality crashed over her like ice water. She was twenty-two. Sold. Owned. And now carrying the child of the men who had bought her.Panic clawed up her throat. She wrapped the tests in tissue and buried them deep in the trash, then showered until the water ran cold. When she stepped out, Nico and Dante were already gone for the day—business, they’d said. She had time to

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The war started with blood on their doorstep.A severed head in a gift box delivered to the mansion gates at dawn—Marco Moretti’s lieutenant, eyes wide in death, a note pinned to his tongue: *Your whore is next.*Nico read the message once, jaw clenched so tight Ashley heard his teeth grind. Dante crushed the note in his fist and burned it in the fireplace while guards swarmed the property.“You’re not leaving this house,” Nico told her that night, voice like iron. “Not until we end them.”But the Morettis moved faster than anyone expected.Two nights later, while Nico and Dante were called away to an emergency meeting with their capos, the attack came. Explosions rocked the outer wall. Gunfire shattered windows. Ashley was dragged from her studio by two of their own guards, a black bag thrown over her head as they rushed her toward the panic room.She never made it.A traitor among the guards. A black van. The sharp prick of a needle in her neck.When she woke, she was chained to a m

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