All Chapters of Shhh Daddy won’t Know : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sunlight that poured through the glass walls the next morning didn’t feel warm. It felt like a searchlight. It felt like it was looking for the stains she’d hidden in the dark. Elena hadn’t slept a wink. Every time she’d drifted off, her skin would remember the rough warmth of his thumb, the heat of his body so close to hers, the way his whisper had curled right into her ear and settled in her bones. She’d spent the night lying stiff as a board next to Julian, listening to the calm, even sound of his breathing. Each inhale and exhale felt like an accusation. She was a traitor in her own bed, and the crime was just a look, a touch that hadn’t even happened. But it had happened. In her head, it had happened a thousand times.She got dressed like she was preparing for battle. She chose a high-collared blouse, a severe charcoal gray. A pencil skirt that hugged her hips but said ‘stay away.’ She pulled her hair back into a sleek knot so tight it pinched at her temples. Looking in the mi

The sound of the doorknob turning wasn't a sound. It was the end of the world.In the dark of the master bedroom, time didn't just stop. It went rotten. Elena’s heart wasn't beating in her chest anymore; it was trying to smash its way out, a wild, frantic drum she was sure Julian would hear from the hallway.But Lucas… Lucas didn't even flinch. His calm was the scariest thing of all. He moved like smoke. In one smooth, silent roll, he was off the bed. His feet, bare and quiet, found the rug. He snatched his shirt from the floor in a blur and, without a single wasted motion, slid under the bed. He just… vanished. Into the dark space beneath the giant, old-fashioned frame that Julian had bought because it looked powerful.He disappeared just as the door swung open.Elena’s body moved on pure panic. She yanked the heavy duvet up to her chin, covering her nakedness. Her skin was still hot and damp from his hands, his mouth. She could still feel him between her legs, a thrilling, terrible a

​The air in the garden didn’t just grow cold; it turned to ice. The tinkling of glass and the low murmur of polite society vanished, replaced by a vacuum of suffocating silence. A hundred pairs of eyes were pinned to the purple-dark mark on Elena’s neck, a brand of shame that glowed like a neon sign under the outdoor chandeliers.​Julian’s face was a mask of terrifying composure. He was a man who won his battles in the quiet of a courtroom with a single, devastating sentence, and he was applying that same lethal precision now. He didn't look at Elena. He looked through her, his gaze fixed on Lucas, who stood fifty feet away at the edge of the dark woods.​"The party is over," Julian announced, his voice not raised, but carrying with the authority of a gavel. "My wife has taken ill. Please see yourselves out."​There was a frantic, awkward scurrying as the elite of the city realized they were witnessing the beginning of a bloodbath. They fled toward their town cars, leaving behind half

​The impact with Blackwood Lake was like hitting a wall of liquid ice. The freezing water punched the air out of Elena’s lungs, and the weight of her sodden silk gown immediately began to drag her down into the prehistoric chill of the depths. Above her, the surface was a chaotic shimmer of red and blue police lights, distorted and beautiful, like a dream she was drowning in.​She clawed at the water, her movements sluggish and panicked. The darkness was absolute. For a terrifying moment, she felt the current pulling her away, the silence of the deep whispering that it would be so easy to just stop fighting.​Then, a hand gripped her hair, followed by a strong arm hooking under her chin.​Lucas kicked upward with powerful, rhythmic strokes. When they broke the surface, Elena gasped, a ragged, choking sound as she gulped in the night air. The cold was a physical pain, a thousand needles tattooing her skin.​"The boat! Elena, look at the boat!" Lucas shouted over the roar of the wind an

​The world became a violent blur of tilting steel and rushing wind. When the crane cable snapped, the long metal arm didn't just fall; it whipped downward like a dying giant, groaning and shedding sparks as it scraped against the side of the warehouse. Elena’s stomach lurched into her throat. She felt Lucas’s arms tighten around her, his body acting as a shield as they plummeted toward the dark, churning mouth of the river.​They hit the water with a bone-jarring thud. Unlike the lake, the river was a different beast the current was a powerful, moving muscle, thick with industrial silt and the debris of the city.​Elena went under, the weight of the wool sweater now a sodden anchor. She clawed at the water, her lungs burning, but the current was spinning her like a leaf. She felt a sharp, metallic tang in her mouth blood and then, a familiar, desperate grip on her wrist.​Lucas pulled her toward a partially submerged concrete pylon. They clung to the moss-covered stone, gasping for ai