All Chapters of Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ROXETTE A few days had passed since that emotional night, and life had settled into a fragile but comforting rhythm at the estate. My mother was still staying in the guest room, slowly adjusting to the safety and luxury she had never known before. We spent most of our time together — talking late into the night, cooking with the maids, trying to rebuild the bond that had been strained for so long. Chandler had been busy with work, but whenever he was home, he made sure I felt his presence — a quiet touch on my lower back, a lingering kiss on my temple, a protective hand that reminded me I wasn’t alone.This evening, I was in the kitchen with my mom, helping the maids prepare dinner. The smell of roasted garlic, herbs, and fresh bread filled the air. I was chopping vegetables when the front door opened.Chandler stepped inside, still dressed in his sharp black suit, looking every bit the powerful man he was. His eyes found me immediately, softening just a fraction at the corners.“Rox

ROXETTEI opened my phone with trembling fingers, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.It had been days since the party, but the fear of what I might see still lingered like a shadow. I expected the worst — hundreds of notifications, cruel comments, new screenshots, more humiliation that refused to die. My stomach twisted as the screen lit up.But the first thing I saw wasn’t hate.It was Thea’s messages.A string of concerned texts from the past few days:[Hey Roxette, I saw what happened at the party. Are you okay?][I’m really worried about you. Please let me know if you’re alright.][If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. No judgment.]I was surprised. Really surprised. After everything that had happened — after Diana’s cold reaction to her, after the way the whole campus had turned on me — Thea was still reaching out. Kindly. Without any hidden agenda I could see.My thumb hovered over the reply button. My heart was still heavy, weighed down by the unresolved m

DIANAThe hallway was still buzzing with laughter and whispers even after Roxette had run away like the pathetic coward she was. I stood there for a moment, arms crossed, watching the crowd slowly disperse while Bianca, Ashley, and Rebecca kept laughing and showing each other the new videos they had just recorded.“Did you see her face when she realized everyone was dressed formally?” Bianca cackled, replaying the clip on her phone. “She looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her.”Ashley smirked. “She deserves it. Walking around like a cheap stripper while the rest of us actually dressed for the event. Pathetic.”Rebecca nodded, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “We should post more. Make sure the whole campus sees what a desperate slut she really is.”I forced a smile, nodding along with them, but inside I was a storm of rage, hurt, and dark satisfaction. Seeing Roxette humiliated like that — dressed in that ridiculous bunny costume, breasts pushed up obscenely, ass barely cove

ROXETTEI didn’t stop running until my legs gave out.I had no idea where I was going. I just ran — past the library, past the old garden, past the benches where students usually sat between classes. My chest burned. My eyes burned worse. Tears blurred everything until the world was just streaks of color and sound.The words kept echoing in my head.Homewrecker.”“Slut.”“You ruined everything.” “You were never really my friend.”Diana’s voice had been the coldest. The most cutting. Hearing her say those things — seeing the disgust in her eyes — had hurt more than anything Bianca, Ashley, or Rebecca could have thrown at me. Because Diana had been my person. My safe place. And now she looked at me like I was the worst kind of stranger.I finally stumbled to a stop behind the old garden hedges, collapsing onto a stone bench hidden from view. My legs were shaking. My lungs felt like they were on fire. I curled in on myself, arms wrapped around my knees, and let the sobs come.I had tri

CALVINI sat in the dark of my apartment, the only light coming from the glow of my phone screen. My jaw was clenched so tight it hurt. I had been scrolling for hours — refreshing, searching, digging through every corner of the internet I could think of.The videos were gone.Every single one.The ones from the party where Roxette walked in wearing that slutty little bunny costume like a cheap whore. The ones where she stood there frozen while the entire campus laughed at her. The ones where she ran out crying like the pathetic bitch she was. Gone. Wiped clean like they never existed.I knew it was him.Chandler fucking Callahan.That smug, rich bastard. He had the power and the money to make it all disappear. Of course he did. He probably paid someone to scrub every trace of it off the internet the second he found out his precious little whore got humiliated.I slammed my phone down on the table hard enough to make the screen crack. My blood was boiling.This wasn’t how it was suppos