All Chapters of A Night In Daddy's Bed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RUBY'S POVThe summons came before noon.“Your father wants to see you in his study,” one of the house staff said stiffly, avoiding my eyes.Of course he did.The news had spread like wildfire overnight. By morning, the internet had already tried and convicted me.I straightened my spine before walking down the long hallway toward Richard’s study. Every step felt heavier than the last.The door was slightly ajar.Voices drifted out.“…a disgrace.”“That man ruins women.”“And now she’s tied to him.”Diane’s voice carried clearly. Smooth. Measured. Laced with false concern.I pushed the door open.Richard stood behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, phone still in his hand. His face was red. Not embarrassed red.Enraged red.Diane sat elegantly on the couch, legs crossed, a teacup resting delicately in her fingers as if this were some afternoon entertainment.Scarlett leaned against the window, arms folded, lips curved faintly.All eyes turned to me.“Sit,” Richard ordered.I did

RUBY'S POV Excitement surged through me in a wild, unstoppable rush.He looked grim and forbidding, the harsh lines of battle still carved into his face. His hair flowed around his shoulders like dark silk, and his body was rigid with need. But it was his eyes that undid me. That deep, relentless hunger. The way he looked at me as if he were starving, as if nothing on this earth could keep him from claiming me.That look.I needed it.I craved a man who wanted me so fiercely that nothing could stand in his way. Perhaps that made me strange. I did not care. I wanted that implacable resolve. I wanted his possessive mouth demanding mine, his rough hands, his hard body straining and painfully full.I stepped closer.Not quite within reach.Close enough for him to feel my heat. Far enough to deny him.I wanted to stretch the moment taut between us, to heighten the hunger burning in his gaze. I wanted to see his control fray, to watch his eyes darken and glaze with the same brutal need cla

RUBY’S POVI stared at the message until the words blurred.My hands trembled so badly I had to grip the edge of the kitchen counter to steady myself. The air felt thin. My lungs refused to cooperate.It didn’t make sense.Natalie Grey had been missing for years. That was what everyone said. Society columns claimed she had fled the country. Some whispered she’d married a foreign billionaire. Others hinted at a breakdown, a quiet institutionalization. But no one ever said she was dead.So why would she suddenly text me? And how the hell did she get my number?“Ruby.”Harrison’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears.I hadn’t realized how obvious my panic was until he crossed the room in three long strides.“What happened?” he demanded.I instinctively angled the phone away from him, but it was too late. He caught the tremor in my breathing, the way my chest rose too quickly.“Give it to me.”“It’s nothing,” I lied.His eyes hardened.“Ruby.”Before I could react, he took the phone f

RUBY’S POVThe apartment was swallowed by darkness.For a moment, I stood frozen in the middle of my living room, unable to move, unable to think. The sudden loss of power had left everything eerily silent. Even the faint hum of the refrigerator had disappeared.My heartbeat thundered in my ears.Outside my door, a shadow shifted.Then there was a knock.The sound made my entire body jolt.“Ruby.”Harrison’s voice cut through the silence.But underneath that control was something sharper. Impatience.My pulse spiked.Another knock followed, louder this time.“Ruby, open the door.”I took a step back instinctively, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I stared at the dark outline of the door.Just minutes ago a stranger had been standing there.Now Harrison was.My thoughts tangled together in a storm of fear, confusion, and something far more dangerous, longing.“I know you’re scared,” Harrison said from the other side, his voice dr

RUBY’S POVMy stomach dropped.The moment the voice echoed through the darkness, I knew exactly who it was.Natalie Grey.The name flashed through my mind like a warning siren.For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My pulse pounded violently in my ears as my eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness that had swallowed the mansion. The security lights were dead. The alarms had stopped. The silence that followed felt even more terrifying than the chaos that had come before it.Beside me, Harrison’s body went rigid.Completely rigid.And that alone told me everything I needed to know.He knew that voice.He knew it very well.A soft click echoed somewhere in the hallway. Then a dim emergency light flickered on, casting a faint red glow across the corridor.And she stepped out of the shadows. My breath caught.She was stunning. Not the effortless kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. No. Natalie’s beauty was deliberate. Sculpted. Refined. Every inch of her looked expensive.Her long dark hair