All Chapters of Crave Me, Daddy’s Good Girl: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER 31: WHITE TULIPS

VERONICA POV Moni? After everything she did, she still had the nerve to call me? I thought I’d blocked her the moment I landed in Atlanta five years ago. But the second that number flashed on my screen, my stomach dropped. I’d memorized it years ago—photographic memory was both a gift and a curse. My hands shook as I answered. “What do you want, Moni?” Her voice dripped with fake sweetness. “Just calling to congratulate you, bestie.” “On what?” “On playing house in Los Angeles again,” she purred. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” My jaw clenched. “I have nothing to say to you.” “You should, bestie. Because we still have unfinished business. You better pack your things and crawl back to whatever hole you came from… or I’ll make your life miserable— Like I always do.” “Don’t you ever get tired of this, Moni? It’s been years. I’ve moved on from you and Jason. You should too.” I paused, then added, “Or are you obsessed?” She let out a bitter laugh. “Obsessed with you? Eww. Y

CHAPTER 32: WHO IS THAT WOMAN TO XAVIER CROSS?

VERONICA POV By evening, everything was done. When the last truck rumbled away down the driveway, the house finally fell quiet. I retreated to my room, spread the renovation plans across my bed, and lost myself in the details. Downstairs, Natasha had the twins settled at the kitchen table, serving their dinner while spinning one of her ridiculous stories that had them giggling between bites. After brushing their teeth and tucking them in, she came upstairs and paused in my doorway. “Hungry?” she asked softly. “Go ahead without me,” I murmured, eyes still glued to the blueprints. “I need to finish going through these tonight.” She gave a small, understanding nod and slipped away. I lost myself in the details of the project as hours slipped by. When I finally looked up, the clock read 00:24 a.m. I yawned, stretched my stiff shoulders, and crossed the room to close the window. My stomach growled, reminding me I’d skipped dinner. I padded downstairs to the kitchen, dropped my

CHAPTER 33: THAT WOMAN WAS ME

VERONICA POVThat woman was me.I sat frozen on the dining chair, staring at the newspaper spread out in front of me. My own blurred face stared back — or rather, the burgundy dress I’d worn that day did. The photo was grainy, but that dress was unmistakable. My fingers tightened around the edges of the paper until the cheap newsprint started to crease.What if someone recognizes me?I slid the paper away like it was contaminated, then dropped my forehead onto my folded arms on the table. A low, frustrated groan escaped me. I rubbed my temples hard, trying to push back the headache already forming.People like Xavier didn’t belong in my world. He was richer than God, and I was just… convenient. A single mother he could file away whenever he got bored. Falling for him would be catastrophic. I couldn’t even imagine the look on my children’s faces if he eventually turned them away. That pain? I can’t let it happen. Not ever.The faint sound of approaching footsteps made me lift my head.

CHAPTER 34: TWO-WEEKS ANNIVERSARY

VERONICA POV“I told you not to use endearments,” I glared, narrowing my eyes at him.Xavier answered with that slow, lazy smirk—the one that made it perfectly clear he had zero plans of ever listening to me. I rolled my eyes and looked away, already knowing it was pointless.A young server appeared silently and led us deeper into the quiet, candle-lit restaurant. The air smelled faintly of roses and warm vanilla.“Right this way,” she said softly, guiding us toward a sleek, leather-upholstered booth set against a polished marble wall, partially screened by tall green plants. It felt effortlessly luxurious—private in a quiet, understated way.“Why a private booth?” I asked, glancing around as I slid in. “And where are the others?”“They’ll join us later,” Xavier replied smoothly. He pulled out my chair with practiced ease before settling into the seat across from me.The server returned moments later with two elegant crystal flutes. Instead of wine, she poured a pale golden liquid tha

CHAPTER 35: DESPERATE GOLD-DIGGER.

VERONICA POVXavier’s eyebrows lifted slowly, his smirk deepening into something darker, hungrier. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, eyes locked on mine.“So you think I’m handsome and triple-X trouble?” he drawled, voice low and teasing. “I’m flattered, kitten. I’d be even happier if you put that observation to good use. In fact…” His tone dropped. “I’m completely at your disposal. You know that, right?”My cheeks burned instantly. “You know that's not what I meant,” I blurted, trying to sound irritated instead of flustered. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. “I just meant you need to stop being so cocky. You keep throwing yourself at me. I don’t want work and pleasure getting mixed up.”The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them.He leaned back in his chair, grin widening with pure male satisfaction. “Work and pleasure? That works perfectly for me, Kitten. We can pleasure each other after work hours. So… your place or mine?”“Oh

CHAPTER 36: YOU’LL REGRET IT! MARK MY WORDS!

VERONICA POVHe jerked his chin toward the hallway, a smug sneer pulling at his lips.“Well, well. You just crawled out of Daddy’s private office,” Jason drawled, loud enough that the two assistants by reception glanced our way. “Must feel nice, huh? One little closed-door meeting and suddenly you’re getting full expansion funds. How convenient. You used that tight little body of yours to fast-track everything while I get scraps and excuses.”My patience snapped clean in half. “I earned that expansion, Jason. It was approved on merit. I didn’t ask for favors. Focus on your own store instead of ambushing me in hallways. Leave. Now.”His eyes darkened, narrowing into ugly slits. “So that’s your plan, huh? Where do you stay these days, anyway? Still playing house somewhere I can’t find?”I curled my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. “You should go back to Moni and get over me already. You shouldn’t even care where I stay. I’m sure Moni would be thrilled if she finds out you

CHAPTER 37: I AM THE WIFE OF XAVIER CROSS

CAMILA POV Two days ago, I stepped out of the white Rolls Royce as it pulled up right in front of Xavier’s Velmora estate. For a second, I actually stopped breathing. What the hell. This place was enormously beautiful, way beyond any fantasy I had ever imagined. And guess what? I get to stay here. Well, rather, it would all be mine soon once I got Xavier to claim this baby that wasn’t his. I looked down and rubbed my still-flat stomach. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whispered, gently circling my palm over it. “Mummy and Daddy are going to make great parents.” A smirk tugged at my lips as the flashback hit me: that night Zane fucked me so good in Atlanta. I squirted five fucking times. He handled my pussy like a pro, ate me out until my soul left my body. The way he double-penetrated me with the dildo and his dick at the same time… Best night of my life. I bit my lower lip at the memory. That was the trip I flew to Atlanta to visit him, a month before I came back to LA. We had see

CHAPTER 38: STUPID ASS

VERONICA POV Even though I had given Jason all the sharp, biting answers I could muster, my hands were still trembling after he left. The novels I read in the past had actually come in handy. That was exactly where I got those ways of turning him down on the spot. I groaned and rubbed both hands over my face. It just felt like going through a maze, always the same thing over and over again. If anyone ever sat me down to listen to the story of my life, they’d probably end up crying—from secondhand embarrassment. I had warned Jason several times. All the fucking damn times. But no, he didn’t seem ready to get out of my way. He wanted Moni, then fine, he had her now. Why was he trying so hard with me? And I knew he wasn’t doing it because he had a soft spot for me. He just loved to see me in pain. Honestly, I was human and I didn’t deserve all this that I kept going through. All I did was try my possible best to tolerate every nonsense. Well, that was how I was brought up. That wa

CHAPTER 39: SISTERS REUNION

XAVIER POV I had to bite the inside of my cheek the entire time that little fool was in the room just so I wouldn’t laugh at his pathetic, childish display. I already knew every filthy thing he had done to Veronica. I had run a complete background check on her long before I “coincidentally” ran into her at the bar. Instead, I sent Kade to approach her like I was supposed to. The first time I saw her was on a trashy news headline. She was standing next to Jason in some supermarket, with paparazzi doing what they did best when they smelled money and drama. The moment my eyes landed on her, something pulled tight in my chest. A dangerous, undeniable pull. I dug deeper. Found out about her so-called relationship. Then boom — pictures of Jason and Moni tucked away in a private lounge like they owned the damn place. I felt both relief and a sharp twist of pity. Relief because the path to Veronica was wide open. Pity because I knew exactly how much this would shatter her when the truth ab

CHAPTER 40: WHAT DOES SHE HAVE ON ME?

XAVIER POVI stood frozen for a second, staring at Veronica with her back pressed against the wall. Her chest rose and fell like she had just run a marathon. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears, but the fire in them burned hotter than anything I had ever seen. I hated this. I hated that I had caused it. The fear of losing her right here, right now, clawed at my chest like nothing else ever had. If she walked out that door thinking I was just another man who used her, I wasn’t sure I could survive it.I took a slow step forward, careful not to crowd her. “Kitten, please. Just listen to me for one minute.”She shook her head sharply, her lips pressed into a thin line. “One minute? You’ve had weeks, Xavier. And you chose to say nothing.”I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling heavily. My mind raced for the right words, but the truth was too tangled to spill all at once. I was terrified she would leave and never look back.“Camila isn’t my wife. Not in the way you think.”Veronica le

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