Step Daddy’s Naughty Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Greer’s POVI stood in front of the ring light in my living room, fully dolled up for the first time in days. I had on a cute white crop top, high-waisted jeans, and my favorite bold red matte lipstick that made me feel powerful. The camera was rolling as I danced lightly to a trending audio, holding up one of my new serums and smiling brightly at the lens. “Babes, if you’ve been struggling with dull skin like I used to, you need this in your routine!” I said playfully, doing a little spin. “Lumina Bloom Hydrating Serum is literally changing the game. Who else is obsessed? Drop a heart if you want the link!” I was in the middle of filming my third video of the day when the front door suddenly burst open. Cassey stormed in, her face tight with anger. She didn’t say anything at first, just paced back and forth near the couch, clearly fuming. I quickly ended the video, turned off the ring light, and set my phone down."Cass? What happened?” I asked, wiping a bit of sweat from my fore

Calder’s POVIt was past midnight when I finally pulled into the driveway of the mansion. The house was dark except for the light coming from the master bedroom. I already knew what was waiting for me. I walked in quietly, loosening my tie as I climbed the stairs. The moment I stepped into the bedroom, Veda was there, standing in the middle of the room like a storm about to break. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her face twisted with fury.“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded immediately, voice sharp enough to cut glass. I didn’t even look at her as I walked past, heading toward the bathroom. “The office.”“Liar!” she snapped. “I called your secretary. He said you left at three in the afternoon. So where have you been for the last nine hours, Calder?”I stopped at the bathroom door, irritation flaring hot in my chest. I turned slowly to face her. “Veda,” I said, my voice dangerously low, “stop monitoring me like a fucking child. I don’t answer to you. Not about w

Veda’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, surrounded by the shattered remains of my anger. Broken glass glittered on the floor like cruel diamonds. My hands were still shaking as I clutched the white shirt, the one with that glaring red lipstick stain on the collar. I brought it to my nose again, inhaling deeply, but there was no distinct perfume. Just the faint scent of Calder’s cologne and something else. Something feminine. Something that made my stomach twist with nausea and rage.He was cheating on me. I knew it in my bones.The late nights, the cold distance, the way he looked at me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience now. For months, he had been pulling away. Barely touching me. Barely speaking to me unless it was necessary. And now this, lipstick on his shirt. A bold, matte red that screamed another woman’s claim on my husband.Tears of fury burned in my eyes as I crushed the shirt in my fists.“Who is she?” I whispered to the empty room, my voic

Greer’s POVI woke up that morning feeling different. Stronger. More confident. Prouder. Bolder. The girl who had once cowered under Veda’s insults and Calder’s control was slowly disappearing. In her place was someone who refused to shrink anymore. Someone who was building her own empire, no matter how small it started.Lumina Bloom was blowing up faster than I had dared to dream. In just three days, my little brand had reached over a hundred thousand people. Orders were flooding in so quickly that Cassey and I could barely keep up. We spent hours together in my small apartment, tracking sales, packing shipments, and updating records on a shared spreadsheet. Every time a new order notification pinged, we high-fived like teenagers.“Look at this!” Cassey laughed, turning her laptop toward me. “Another fifty orders overnight. We’re going to need to restock the serum again.” I grinned, leaning over her shoulder. “We’re actually doing it, Cass. People love it.”The reviews were pouring

Greer’s POV"Thief!” one young woman shouted. “Stay away from her products! She’s a scammer!”Another person, a man in his forties, pointed directly at me. “Disgraceful. Stealing money and now pretending to be a businesswoman. Pathetic.”I walked faster, head down, tears stinging my eyes. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The names kept coming.“Gold digger.”“Fraud.”“Worthless.” By the time I reached my apartment building, I was shaking. I locked the door behind me, slid down to the floor, and cried. This wasn’t just online hate anymore. It had spilled into real life. People were recognizing me. Judging me. Humiliating me in public. The same accusations that had been used to fire me were now being weaponized to destroy my personal reputation.They wanted me broken. They wanted me to give up. I almost did for a few hours, I sat on the floor, surrounded by half-packed orders, wondering if it was even worth it. The trade fair was days away. My certifications were go