All Chapters of Step Daddy’s Naughty Girl : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Greer’s POV We left quickly after that. The drive to Cassey’s house felt like freedom. Every bump in the road made me wince and press my thighs together, the deep soreness flaring up again. Cassey chatted happily the whole way, excited about our impromptu sleepover, completely unaware that I was fleeing my stepfather’s relentless sexual demands.When we finally got to her house, I let out a shaky breath. Her room felt safe. I changed into soft cotton shorts and a baggy t-shirt, hissing quietly as the fabric brushed over the handprints and bite marks Calder had left on my skin. My pussy was still so tender that even sitting cross-legged on her bed made me shift uncomfortably.Cassey flopped down beside me with snacks and her laptop. “This is going to be so fun! Now tell me everything about Desmond. I want details.”I leaned back against the pillows, trying to relax for the first time all day. Part of me felt guilty for using Desmond as cover again, but I needed this escape. I needed t

Calder’s POV I smiled to myself and returned to my emails, already planning exactly how tonight would go.I was reviewing the report on the recovered pinhole cameras when my assistant buzzed in.“Mr. Calder, Sir Wells is here. He says it’s urgent about the foundation portfolio.”I leaned back in my chair. “Send him in.” Wells entered moments later, closing the door behind him. He looked sharp in his suit, but I could see the tension in his posture. He nodded respectfully."Dad,” he said."Sit down.”He took the seat across from me. I didn’t waste time.“I know about the pinhole lenses,” I said, my voice low and controlled. “The ones you dropped. The ones hidden in the guest suite and near Greer’s room. Explain yourself.”Wells straightened, meeting my eyes without flinching. “Dad, I placed them for protection. There have been some unusual movements in the house lately, and with the upcoming gala and the increased threats to the family, I thought it was necessary to monitor the pr

Greer’s POV I was almost home when my phone lit up with a new message from Calder.Calder: Don’t come to the house. Tell Diego to bring you to The Sterling Hotel. Suite 2401. I’m waiting for you.My heart skipped. I quickly told Diego about the change in plans. He didn’t ask questions, simply nodded and turned the car toward the luxurious hotel in the city center. When we arrived, a concierge was already waiting to escort me up to the private suite.The moment the door opened, my breath caught. The entire room was transformed. Red rose petals were scattered across the floor in a soft path leading toward the large king bed, where more petals covered the white sheets. Dozens of candles flickered softly around the space, casting a warm, golden glow. A beautifully set table stood near the window overlooking the city lights, with covered dishes, fresh flowers, and a bottle of wine chilling in ice.Calder stood in the center of it all, looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored black shi

Greer’s POV I stormed out of the conference room, my vision blurred with hot tears. My chest felt like it was caving in. The disappointment and humiliation burned so deeply I could barely breathe. My own mother had looked at me like I was trash in front of everyone. She hadn’t even given me a chance to explain.“Greer! Wait!” Wells’s voice echoed down the hallway as he came running after me. I didn’t stop. My heels clicked angrily against the marble floor as I kept walking, fists clenched tightly at my sides.“Greer, please,” he said, catching up and gently grabbing my arm. “Just stop for a second.”I yanked my arm away and spun around to face him, my eyes blazing with anger and pain. “What do you want, Wells?”He looked genuinely concerned, which only made me angrier. “I believe you,” he said quietly. “I don’t think you did this.”A bitter, broken laugh escaped me. “Oh, you believe me? How generous of you. I don’t need your pity, Wells. Save it for someone else.”“I’m not pitying yo

Indira’s POVFinally,I had done this. Every forged signature, every carefully timed transaction using her login credentials… it had all been me. And it was working even better than I had imagined. Seeing Greer suffer like this, watching her world crumble piece by piece, filled me with a deep, vicious satisfaction. She thought she was so special. The precious daughter. The one Veda poured all her attention into, even when it was negative. But soon, that would change. My plan was unfolding beautifully. By framing Greer for stealing from Calder’s company fund, I was systematically turning Veda against her own daughter. Every insult Veda hurled at Greer, every cold look, every public humiliation was bringing me closer to the place I deserved the favored daughter Veda never had. I wanted Veda’s love. Her approval. Her attention. And the only way to get it was to remove Greer from the picture entirely. Make her look unreliable, dishonest, pathetic. Make Veda see me as the better option, t