All Chapters of HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

My father sold me on a Tuesday.Not literally. He didn’t wrap me in brown paper and hand me across a counter. But when a man owes two million dollars to the kind of people who collect debts with pliers and blowtorches, and the only asset he has left is a twenty-four-year-old daughter with a smart mouth and a spine made of spite, the math does itself.He called me at eleven p.m. His voice was the slurred, watery thing it became after the fifth drink—the voice that had narrated my childhood in excuses and broken promises. He said he was sorry. He said there was no other way. He said a man named Dominic Ashe wanted to meet me, and if I didn’t show up, they’d come for us both.I hung up. Sat on the edge of my bed in the studio apartment I could barely afford. Stared at the wall. And then I got dressed, because that’s what you do when the world splits open at your feet—you put on clothes and you walk into the wreckage.The a

After the first time, the walls came down fast.Not slowly, not gracefully—they collapsed like a building brought down by controlled demolition, one charge after another until there was nothing left standing between us. We moved through the loft like a fever. The kitchen counter. The shower. The desk where he worked, papers scattered and forgotten while he bent me over its edge and made me forget my own name. Every surface became a memory. Every room held the echo of a sound one of us had made.But it was the nights that undid me. After the frenzy, after the bruises and the bitten lips and the sweat-soaked sheets, he’d pull me against his chest and talk. And Dominic Ashe talking in the dark was a different creature entirely from the man who ran an empire of shadows.He told me about growing up in Dorchester—the kind of neighbourhood that made you hard or made you dead. His mother, who cleaned office buildings and never complained. His father, w

The three months ended and I didn’t leave.Not because I couldn’t. Not because the debt was leverage or the arrangement was binding or I had nowhere else to go. I stayed because Dominic Ashe had peeled back every layer of armour I’d ever worn and found the thing underneath and held it like it mattered. And because somewhere between the rage and the reckoning, I’d fallen in love with a man made of scars and contradictions who ran an underworld and made me breakfast and knelt at my feet when he’d wronged me.He told me everything. All of it—the operations, the risks, the people who depended on him and the people who wanted him dead. He laid his empire open like a body on a table and let me see every ugly organ and every necessary vein and asked me not to look away.I didn’t.My father called once, two weeks after the three months ended. Sober this time—genuinely sober, the first time in years. He said he was i