All Chapters of Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

DIANAThe private jet touched down in Paris just after noon. I stared out the window as the plane taxied across the tarmac, watching the familiar skyline of the city come into view. Paris had always been one of my favorite places — the fashion, the food, the elegance. But this time, I wasn’t here for pleasure. I was here because my mother had decided we needed to remind my father exactly who his real family was.Dahlia hadn’t spoken much during the flight. She had spent most of it on her phone, making calls and arrangements with that cold, determined look on her face. I knew that look well. It meant she was done playing nice. Whatever she had planned for Roxette, it wasn’t going to be subtle.We were met at the airport by a driver and taken straight to a luxury hotel in the 8th arrondissement — close enough to the center of the city that we could move around easily, but far enough from the tourist crowds that we wouldn’t be easily spotted. The suite was beautiful, of course. Floor-to-

CALVINI couldn’t stop smiling the entire flight.Diana’s call had come out of nowhere, but fuck, it was perfect timing. I had been going crazy these past few days. After I left Roxette in that basement, everything had gone to shit. Chandler’s men had swarmed the area like ants. I had to ditch the van, burn the clothes I was wearing, and disappear for a while. I couldn’t risk being seen. I had to keep everything lowkey. No more following her openly. No more sending messages. I had to play it smart.But the problem was… I didn’t know where she was anymore.After Chandler pulled her out of that warehouse, she vanished. I had tried to keep tabs — old habits die hard — but his security had tightened up hard. The estate was locked down. Her phone was probably being monitored. I had no idea if she was still there or if he had moved her somewhere else. It was driving me insane. I kept replaying that night in my head — the way she looked tied to that chair, the way she begged, the way her bod

CHANDLERThe hotel bar was dimly lit and nearly empty when I stormed in, my footsteps heavy and purposeful against the polished marble floor. The few scattered guests glanced up from their drinks, but I didn’t spare them a single look. My eyes locked immediately on Dahlia sitting at the far end of the long mahogany bar, a glass of deep red wine already in her hand. She looked every bit the elegant, calculated ex-wife she always tried to project — perfectly styled hair, designer dress hugging her figure, that cold, superior smile already curling on her lips the moment she saw me approaching.I didn’t smile back.I didn’t sit down.I didn’t offer any pleasantries.I walked straight up to her like a storm about to break, my presence alone sucking the air out of the space around us. The anger that had been simmering in my chest since I left Roxette sleeping peacefully in our hotel room had now turned into something volcanic — hot, sharp, and ready to destroy everything in its path. This w

ROXETTE I woke up with a start, the soft morning light of Paris filtering through the heavy curtains of our hotel suite. For a moment, I was disoriented, blinking against the brightness as I tried to remember where I was. The bed was large and luxurious, the sheets tangled around my legs, and the faint scent of Chandler’s cologne still lingered on the pillow beside me. I reached out instinctively, but the space next to me was empty. Cold. He wasn’t there. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes and trying to piece together the night before. I had told him I needed some time alone with my thoughts after the confrontation with Diana. I had said I was fine, just sad about how things had turned out with her. I had asked for space, and he had given it to me, tucking me into

ROXETTE I woke up the next morning. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and my body still hummed with the remnants of last night’s passion.  Chandler’s scent clung to the pillow beside me — that warm, musky mix of his cologne and skin that always made my stomach flutter.   I stretched slowly, a delicious soreness between my thighs reminding me exactly how thoroughly he had claimed me hours earlier. He was already awake. Chandler lay on his side facing me, one arm propped under his head, watching me with those dark, intense eyes that always made me feel like the only woman in the world. A small, lazy smile tugged at the c