All Chapters of A Night In Daddy's Bed: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RUBY’S POVI couldn’t get the image out of my head.It followed me everywhere.Even when I closed my eyes, I still saw it lying there on the cold floor, like some kind of twisted message meant just for me.By the time Harrison arrived at the studio, I was pacing.Back and forth. Over and over again.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.“Ruby.”His voice cut through the panic.I turned so fast I almost stumbled into him.“Harrison.. ”He caught me immediately, his hands firm on my arms.“Hey,” he said, his voice softer now. “Look at me.”I did. His eyes scanned my face quickly, searching, calculating.“What happened?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door.“It’s here.”His expression hardened instantly.“What is?”I pointed to the floor, the stethoscope was still there exactly where I had left it. Untouched.For a moment, Harrison didn’t move. Then his jaw tightened.“Don’t touch anything.”“I already did.”His eyes flicked to me.“Did you touch the not

RUBY’S POVThe drive back to the mansion felt longer than it should have, like the road itself was stretching just to give my thoughts more time to torture me. The USB sat in my palm the entire time, my fingers wrapped so tightly around it that the edges pressed into my skin, grounding me in a way nothing else could. I kept replaying the voice in my head, the fear in it, the desperation.By the time I pulled into the driveway, my heart was already racing, not just from what I had heard but from what I was about to do—walk back into Harrison’s world after disobeying him, after stepping outside the fragile line he had drawn around me like it was the only thing keeping me alive.The front doors opened before I could reach them, and I didn’t even get a chance to step inside properly before Harrison was in front of me, his presence immediate and overwhelming, his eyes dark with a storm he wasn’t even trying to hide. He didn’t touch me at first, didn’t say anything either, just looked at

HARRISON’S POVThe moment the video connected, something inside me went completely still.Like every instinct I had sharpened at once, narrowing down to a single point as I stared at the screen in my hand, the dim motel light reflecting faintly against it, the air around me suddenly too tight, too heavy, as if the room itself understood that whatever came next was going to change everything.The woman on the screen didn’t move at first.She just lay there.Her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven motions that made something cold settle in my gut, because I had seen that kind of stillness before. The makeshift bed beneath her looked crude, thrown together with no care for comfort, just function, just enough to keep her in place, and the longer I looked, the more details started to bleed through the blur.The restraints.The way her wrists were positioned just slightly too rigid.The faint bruising along her collarbone.And then her eyes.My grip tightened around the phone, my ja

RUBY’S POVThe moment the voice note ended, I didn’t move.“That laugh…” I whispered before I could stop myself, my fingers tightening around my phone as I replayed it in my head, over and over again, trying to place it, trying to convince myself I was imagining things, that my mind wasn’t already connecting it to something it shouldn’t.Harrison’s gaze shifted to me immediately, sharp and searching. “What about it?”I shook my head at first, instinctively, like denying it would make the feeling go away, but it didn’t. If anything, it grew stronger, more insistent, pressing harder against my thoughts until I couldn’t ignore it anymore. “I’ve heard it before,” I said slowly, my voice quieter now, strained with the effort of digging through memories I hadn’t touched in years. “Ruby,” he said, stepping closer, his tone lowering slightly, cautious now. “Where?”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as something clicked into place, something that made my stomach twist painfully. “There

RUBY'S POVI didn’t remember leaving the house.One minute, I was standing in my mother’s room, my hand still trembling from the phone call, my heart barely able to keep up with the weight of what I had just heard… and the next, I was already in my car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles had turned white.They kept her.The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head, louder with every passing second, clawing their way through every memory I had ever held onto, tearing them apart, reshaping them into something darker, something unrecognizable.My mother wasn’t buried.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening painfully as I pressed harder on the accelerator, the road blurring slightly in front of me as tears threatened to spill again.My hand shook as I reached for my phone, dialing Harrison’s number without even thinking about it, because if I was going to walk into whatever this was, I wasn’t doing it alone.He picked up on the second ring.“Ruby.”“I found something,” I said