All Chapters of Revenge With Step-Daddy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31 – Backlash

(Lana’s POV) I push through the café door downtown, the bell jingling too cheerful for how tense my shoulders are. Roman’s parked outside, engine idling, tinted windows hiding him from the street. He insisted on waiting. Said he didn’t trust the city after the headline. I told him I could handle a coffee run alone. He didn’t argue, just kissed me hard and said “Be quick.” I order a latte, stand at the pickup counter, scrolling my phone to kill time. That’s when I hear the voice I never wanted to hear again. “Lana?” I look up. Larry. Sitting at a corner table with two friends, coffee in hand, grin spreading like he just won the lottery. He stands up fast, chair scraping loud. “Holy shit, it’s really you.” I don’t smile. “Larry.” He walks over, too close, smelling like cheap cologne and entitlement. “You look… different. Good different. Where’ve you been hiding?” I cross my arms. “Not hiding. Just living.” His eyes flick over me, lingering on the necklace Roman gave

chapter 32 — Angry fuck

(Lana's POV) “Inside,” he growls. “Now.” I don’t argue. My pussy’s already clenching at the edge in his voice, nipples hard against my blouse from the way he’s looking at me—like I’m his to break. I shove the door open, heels clicking sharp on the concrete as I head for the house door. He’s right behind me, heat radiating off him, one hand grazing my lower back just enough to shove me forward a step faster. The door slams shut behind us, echoing through the empty foyer. I make it two steps toward the stairs before his fingers wrap around my wrist—tight, yanking me back against his chest. His cock’s already rock-hard against my ass, grinding once like a threat. “You let him touch you,” he mutters against my ear, breath hot and ragged. “That little shit’s hand on your skin. My skin.” I arch back into him, gasping when his free hand slides up my thigh, shoving my skirt high. “It wasn’t like that, Roman. I yanked away. He’s nothing.” “Nothing?” He spins me fast, pins me to the wall

Chapter 33— Angry fuck (cont.)

(Lana's POV) He thrusts in deep— one brutal stroke filling me to the hilt, balls slapping my clit. I scream, pussy stretching around him, the burn perfect and full. “Yes—god, yes—harder—” He pounds relentless, hips slamming against my ass, each thrust jolting me forward, banister digging into my hips. The slap of skin on skin fills the foyer, wet and obscene, his cock dragging against my walls, hitting that spot over and over. Sweat slicks between us, his shirt sticking to my back as he leans over, mouth at my ear. “This what you need, Baby Girl? Daddy’s cock wrecking your tight little pussy? Spanking you red while I fuck you jealous?” Slap—his palm cracks down, ass cheek burning. “Yes—spank me, fuck me—make it hurt so good—” I push back, meeting every thrust, clit grinding against the banister’s edge. He reaches around, pinches my clit hard, rolling it between fingers slick with us. “Come for me again. Squeeze my cock like the greedy slut you are. Show Daddy how much you love be

chapter 34 – The Office Tension

(Roman’s POV) I walk into the office at 7:15 a.m. and the whispering stops like someone hit mute. Heads snap back to screens. Keyboards clatter too loud. Elias is at the coffee station, stirring his espresso like he’s conducting a symphony, innocent as a choir boy. I don’t stop. Just pass him, voice low. “My office. Now.” He follows without a word. Door shuts. I don’t sit. “Who’s talking?” Elias raises both hands. “Boss, I swear—” “Cut the bullshit. Everyone’s looking at me like I grew a second head. Someone’s feeding the tabs. Names. Now.” He exhales, leans against the door. “I heard Marketing whispering about the café video. PR’s fielding calls nonstop. But no one’s saying who tipped TMZ.” I step closer. “You’ve been awfully quiet since the gala photos dropped. Almost like you’re waiting for the next shoe.” His eyes flick to the side. “You think I’d leak on you? After five years?” “I think someone’s playing both sides. And you’re the one who always knows where

Chapter 35 – The Contract Reveal

(Lana’s POV) I can’t sit still. The mansion feels like a cage today. Paparazzi swarm the gates like flies on roadkill, cameras flashing every time a curtain twitches. I’ve got the blinds shut tight, but the light still bleeds through in thin, accusing stripes across the floor.My phone keeps buzzing on the coffee table like it’s possessed, notifications stacking so fast the screen glitches. Friends from college: “Lana wtf is this photo???” Classmates I haven’t talked to in years: “You okay???” Random strangers in my DMs: dick pics, hate messages, “Slut,” “Gold-digger,” “How much does he pay you per fuck?” I mute everything, but the shame still curls in my chest like thick black smoke. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted Mom to feel even a fraction of what I felt walking in on her and Larry. I wanted to take something from her the way she took everything from me. But this? This is hell. My face plastered everywhere, topless on his desk like some cheap porn still, people dissecting ev

Chapter 36 – Breakdown

(Roman’s POV) I’m halfway up the stairs when Maria catches me in the foyer. “Mr. Vale,” she says, voice small. “Miss Lana… she left, sir. About an hour ago. Hoodie up, small bag over her shoulder. She walked out the side gate. Didn’t take the car. Didn’t say a word to me.” The words land like a fist to the gut. “She what?” Maria nods, eyes down. “I asked if she needed anything. She just shook her head and kept walking. Looked like she’d been crying.” I don’t answer. I take the rest of the stairs two at a time, heart already slamming. The guest room door’s cracked open. I push it wide. Empty. Sheets still twisted from last night, pillow dented where her head rested against my chest while she slept. Closet doors hang open, a few hangers swinging empty like they’re mocking me. Bathroom light off, counter wiped clean, no tubes of that cherry lip gloss she always leaves everywhere. No trace of her perfume hanging in the air, that sweet vanilla-and-sex scent that used to d

Chapter 37 – Memory Montage

(Roman's POV) I storm back inside, boots leaving gravel dust on the marble. The house feels bigger now, colder, every echo mocking me. I head straight for the master suite, our suite, the one she started sleeping in every night without asking. The door’s ajar. I shove it open. Bed made. Too perfect. She didn’t sleep here last night; we slept in the guest room. My side still smells like her shampoo. Her side is untouched, pillow fluffed like nobody ever laid there. I yank open the closet. Half her clothes are gone. The red lace set I bought her last week, the little black dress she wore to the gala, the silk robe I loved peeling off her slow. Missing. “Goddamn it, Lana,” I mutter, slamming the door so hard the frame rattles. “You think you can just pack up my favorite pieces of you and walk?” I drop onto the bench at the foot of the bed, elbows on knees, head in my hands. The necklace chain digs into my palm again. I open my fist, stare at the tiny diamond. It’s scratched now, fr

Chapter 38 – Mommy Returns

(Lana’s POV) I push through the side gate because the front is still crawling with paparazzi, their flashes popping like gunfire every time someone twitches a curtain. My duffel bangs against my hip with every step. I just need one night. One fucking night to breathe before the sky falls completely. I don’t even know if she’s home. Last I heard she was in Milan, probably riding some twenty-year-old model while Roman’s credit card paid the hotel bill. The pool lights glow an eerie blue across the patio. I slide the glass door open and my stomach drops. Valentina is right there, sprawled on the chaise in that silk robe she thinks makes her look expensive. Wine glass dangling from her fingers like she’s posing for a magazine shoot. She doesn’t jump when she sees me. She just lifts one perfectly arched brow and smiles that slow, venomous smile that used to make me feel two inches tall. “Well, well,” she drawls, voice dripping honey and razor blades. “Look who finally dragged her s

Chapter 39 – She Shows Up

(Roman’s POV) My office door flies open so hard it bounces off the stopper. Security’s voices echo down the hall, arguing, but Valentina’s already inside, heels clicking like gunshots on the marble. She’s in full war paint: red lipstick, black dress cut low enough to remind me she’s still trying. Her hair’s wild, eyes glittering with something dangerous. I don’t stand. I lean back in my chair, fingers steepled, and watch her like she’s a mildly interesting bug that just crawled across my desk. “Valentina,” I say, voice flat. “You didn’t call ahead.” She slams both palms on my desk, leaning forward so her tits nearly spill out. “You think I need an appointment to see my own husband?” “Ex-husband, technically. Papers are being drawn up as we speak.” Her laugh is sharp, bitter. “Oh, we’re do

Chapter 40 – The Threat Escalates

(Roman’s POV) “You’re screwing your stepdaughter. The press is calling you a predator. The board wants your head. And you stand there like you’re above it all?”“I am above it.” I round the desk, step into her space. She doesn’t back up. “Because what I feel for Lana isn’t some cheap fuck to fill a void. It’s real. It’s consuming. And yeah, it started messy. But it’s mine now. Ours. You don’t get to rewrite that.”She wipes her face with the back of her hand, smearing lipstick. “You never wanted me. Not even a little. Why?”I exhale through my nose. “Because you’re poison, Valentina. You smile like you care, but everything you touch turns rotten. I saw it the first time we met. You flirted like it was currency. You calculated every word. I needed a wife on paper, not a viper in my bed.”“So you married m

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