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บททั้งหมดของ HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

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CAGED WITH THE DON 2

Three days. That’s how long I’d been in Cas’s loft above the ring.He didn’t lock the door. He didn’t have to. He’d shown me the feed from the security cameras on the first night—the men who lingered outside the building, smoking, watching. He’d pointed to one of them, a thick-necked man with a tattoo crawling up his throat.“That one already knows you were here. If you walk out, he’ll follow you. And he won’t be as polite as I am.”So I stayed. And I started to learn the strange rhythms of this place. Cas rose before dawn. He trained alone in a cleared space near the windows, his body moving through brutal sequences with a discipline that bordered on meditation—fists, elbows, knees. Every strike was precise. Controlled. I’d sit on the bed with my knees drawn up and watch him, telling myself it was observation. Research. That I was cataloguing details for the story I’d even
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-18
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CAGED WITH THE DON 3

A week in, and I’d stopped pretending I wanted to leave.That was the part I couldn’t reconcile—the fact that somewhere between the second and seventh day, the fear had dissolved and something else had bloomed in its place. Something warm and terrifying that had nothing to do with captivity and everything to do with the man who’d been peeling back his own armour, layer by quiet layer, every night he came upstairs from the ring.He told me things in the dark. That was when it happened—after, when our bodies were still intertwined and the noise from below had faded to a low hum. His voice would go soft, almost fragile, and the words would come out like he’d been holding them for years.He’d been eighteen when he was pulled into the ring. A kid from a neighbourhood that ate its young. He’d fought because it was the only currency he had—his body, his willingness to bleed. The man who ran the operation, a ghost na
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-19
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CAGED WITH THE DON 4

He let me go on a Tuesday.It was anticlimactic, the way freedom arrived. No dramatic standoff. No last-minute rescue. Just Cas standing by the door of the loft at dawn, holding a burner phone and a set of car keys that weren’t his.“Osei’s out of the country for the week,” he said. “His men will pull back. You have a window.”I stood in the middle of the room I’d lived in for twelve days, wearing his shirt and holding a bag of my things that he’d packed while I slept, and I felt something crack down the centre of my chest.“What about you?”“I’ll be fine.”“That’s not what I asked.”He looked at me, and for a moment, the mask slipped entirely. I saw the boy who’d been pulled into this world at eighteen. The man who’d been trying to claw his way out of it ever since. The person who’d held me in the dark and whispered thing
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-20
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A FILTHY ARRANGEMENT

NADIAI wasn’t supposed to open the file.That’s the thing I kept telling myself afterward, as if the order of events mattered more than what I’d found. As if I didn’t mean to could undo the numbers on the screen—wire transfers routed through shell companies in Cyprus and the Caymans, property acquisitions that didn’t match any public records, payment schedules to names I didn’t recognize but that made my stomach turn when I searched them.It was my fourth day as executive assistant to Viktor Kain, and I’d already stumbled into the kind of information that got people buried.The job had been a miracle. Six months of unemployment, a master’s degree collecting dust, and a savings account bleeding out one rent payment at a time. When the recruiter called about a position at Kain Capital—six figures, full benefits, direct report to the CEO—I’d said yes before she finished the sen
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-21
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A FILTHY ARRANGEMENT 2

NADIA The first two weeks under the new contract were a study in controlled torture.Nothing changed on paper. I still managed his calendar, fielded his calls, organized his meetings. I still sat twenty feet from his office, visible through the glass wall that suddenly felt less like a boundary and more like a display case. But everything underneath had shifted. The air between us was different now—charged, pressurized, like a room filling with gas and waiting for a spark.He watched me. Not overtly, not in any way that anyone else would notice. But I felt it—a weight on my skin when I bent over my desk, a heat at the back of my neck when I walked past his office. Sometimes I’d look up and catch his eyes through the glass, and the expression on his face would make my stomach drop through the floor. Hunger. Barely leashed.I started dressing differently. I told myself it wasn’t for him. I told myself the silk blouses and the p
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-22
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A FILTHY ARRANGEMENT 3

NADIA He took me to the penthouse on a Sunday.Not the office. Not the desk where we’d crossed every line that existed between employer and employee. His home—the place no one from the company had ever seen, the place that existed outside the glass walls and the contracts and the carefully constructed empire of Viktor Kain.It was on the top floor of a building he owned outright. Concrete and steel softened by unexpected warmth—a worn leather couch, shelves of books with cracked spines, a piano in the corner that looked like it was actually played. The city stretched below the windows, distant and irrelevant.“This doesn’t look like a villain’s lair,” I said.“Disappointed?”“Surprised.”He poured two glasses of wine and handed me one without ceremony. We stood at the window and the silence between us was different here—not charged, not combative. Quiet. Lik
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-23
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A FILTHY ARRANGEMENT 4

NADIAThe leak came on a Wednesday morning.I was at my desk when Viktor’s phone began ringing in a way it had never rung before—rapid-fire calls stacking on top of each other, the names on the screen shifting from board members to lawyers to numbers with no caller ID. Through the glass wall, I watched his face change. Not panic—Viktor didn’t panic. But something tightened behind his eyes, a coldness settling into place like armour being strapped on in real time.He came out of his office and looked directly at me.“The files are out,” he said. Flat. Clinical. “Someone on the server team made a copy before the encryption was fixed.”My blood went cold. “Viktor—”“It wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you.” He said it without hesitation, and the certainty in his voice made something expand painfully in my chest. “But the board doesn’t know that. An
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-24
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OWNED BY TWO

SOLANEI saw them kill a man, and they let me live.That should have been the end of the story. A wrong turn down a service alley behind the Marchetti-owned restaurant on Bleecker Street, a door that should have been locked but wasn’t, and suddenly I was standing in a concrete room watching a man on his knees with a bag over his head and two identical faces turning toward me like wolves catching a scent.Twins. I knew them by reputation—everyone in this city did. Matteo and Ares Marchetti, heirs to the oldest crime family in the Northeast. Their father ran the operation from a hospital bed these days, and the brothers had carved the empire between them like splitting a body down the spine. Matteo handled the business—the money, the politics, the clean side of dirty things. Ares handled everything else.They were identical in structure—same sharp jaw, same black hair, same devastating height—but that was where the similarity e
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-26
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OWNED BY TWO 2

SOLANE Matteo came to me on the second night.I’d spent the day pacing the room, cataloguing every detail the way you do when your brain needs a task to avoid a breakdown. King-sized bed. Egyptian cotton. A window that overlooked the park but didn’t open. An en suite bathroom stocked with products that cost more than my rent. No phone. No laptop. No way out.He knocked once—a formality, not a request—and let himself in. He’d removed his jacket and tie. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the edge of a tattoo that climbed the side of his neck—something dark and intricate that I hadn’t noticed before. His sleeves were rolled to the elbow, and he carried a glass of whiskey in one hand like a prop in a play about power.“You haven’t eaten,” he said.“I’m not hungry.”“That wasn’t a question.” He set the glass on the nightstan
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-27
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OWNED BY TWO 4

They came to me together on the seventh night.No pretence. No pretending. Matteo opened the door and Ares followed, and the look that passed between them told me this had been discussed, negotiated, decided—the way everything in their world was. They’d shared an empire. They’d shared blood. And now, standing in the doorway of my borrowed room with matching hunger in mismatched eyes, they were offering to share me.I should have said no. I should have remembered that I was here against my will, that these men were criminals, that wanting them was a betrayal of every rational instinct I possessed. But rationality had abandoned me somewhere around the third night, and what was left—raw, electric, aching—didn’t care about should.“Both of you,” I said. Not a question.Matteo closed the door. Ares locked it.“Rules,” Matteo said, his voice carrying the calm authority that made my body respond
last updateปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-29
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