บททั้งหมดของ Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

DIANAI slammed the door to my hotel room so hard the frame rattled.My mother was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand, scrolling through her phone. She looked up the second she saw my face.“What happened?” she asked, already setting the glass down.I didn’t answer right away. I just paced the length of the room like a caged animal, my heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. My hands were shaking. My chest felt tight. I could still see Roxette’s face in my mind — those wide, tear-filled eyes, the way her voice cracked when she begged me to listen, the way she stood there like some kicked puppy while Bianca and the others tore into her.It should have felt good.It *did* feel good.But it also made me want to scream.“She tried to talk to me today,” I finally spat, whirling around to face my mother. “Right there in the middle of the hallway like some pathetic little victim. She actually had the nerve to chase after me and say she wanted to *explain*.”Mom’s

ROXETTEI didn’t move for a long time.The bathroom door had slammed shut behind them, but I stayed exactly where I was — sitting on the cold, wet floor with my back against the stall door. Dirty water dripped from my hair, down my face, and soaked through my clothes. I could feel it clinging to my skin, cold and disgusting. Bits of dirt and whatever else had been in that bucket stuck to my arms and legs.I smelled awful.My whole body was shaking, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the cold water or from the way my chest felt like it was caving in. I wrapped my arms tighter around my knees and pressed my forehead against them, trying to disappear.They had poured dirty water on me.Like I was nothing. Like I was trash.And Diana had let them. She had stood there and watched while they laughed at me. She had even taken out her phone and recorded it. I had seen the flash. I had heard the little click of the video starting.I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image wouldn’t go away.Her fa

ROXETTEI needed to see my mom.The thought had been circling in my mind for days, growing louder with every quiet moment at the estate. After everything that had happened — the party, the hallway, the dirty water, the way Diana had looked at me like I was nothing — I needed something familiar. Something that reminded me who I was before all of this. Before Chandler. Before the secrets. Before the pain.So I took a taxi to the penthouse Chandler had given us.The building still felt too grand, too luxurious for someone like me, but my mom had started to settle in. When I knocked on the door, she opened it with a surprised but warm smile. She looked better already. The bruises on her face had faded to faint yellow shadows, and she was wearing one of the new dresses we had bought together.“Roxy,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “I wasn’t expecting you today. Come in, come in.”I hugged her back tightly, breathing in her familiar scent. For a moment, it felt like the weight on my chest

DIANAThe moment we stepped into the condo, I didn’t even bother turning on the lights.Calvin kicked the door shut behind us and I was already on him — mouth crashing into his, hands yanking at his shirt like I could tear it off his body. He met me with the same rough energy, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall as his tongue pushed into my mouth. Our teeth clashed. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t tender. It was angry and desperate and exactly what I needed.We didn’t make it to the bedroom.He carried me to the couch, dropping me onto the cushions before yanking my jeans down my legs. I kicked them off along with my underwear while he shoved his own pants down just enough to free himself. There was no foreplay. No slow build. I was already wet from the sheer frustration burning through my veins, and he was hard the second I reached for him.I straddled his lap and sank down onto his cock in one hard motion.We both groaned at the same time.I started moving immediately — fas

DAHLIAI slammed the door to my hotel suite so hard the walls shook.That arrogant bastard.Chandler had looked at me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. Like I was some pathetic ex-wife begging for scraps. The nerve of him — sitting there in that expensive lounge, sipping his whiskey like he was above it all, telling me to stop messaging him.As if he had any right to dismiss me after everything.I paced the length of the room, my heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. My cheek still burned from where I had slapped him, but the sting was nothing compared to the rage boiling in my chest.Roxette.That little bitch.She was the reason he was pushing me away. I could see it in his eyes. The way he defended her. The way he looked at me like I was the problem when *she* was the one who had weaseled her way into his bed.How the hell was I supposed to seduce him now?I needed him. I needed his money, his connections, his sponsorship. My fashion career had completely co