11| DADDY’S PRINCESS

ELARAThe plan’s never going to work, I thought to myself as I tried to maintain eye contact with the man who just threatened to kill me.Exhaling a sharp breath, I proceeded to look away to mutter under my breath, “What have I gotten myself into?”“Elara.”I didn’t respond to him. But after a moment, I turned back to him just to ask, “But the ten million part… it’s true?”Alexander nodded solemnly. Well, damn.I watched the smoke escape his lips and my mouth watered just like the night in his car. He leaned off the chair, advancing closer to me. He was so close, I forgot how to breathe for a second. And then his breath fanned my face, like he was lending me his own oxygen—even if it reeked of intoxicating smoke.He took the cigar out of his mouth, then calmly placed it between my lips. Even David didn’t know about my little smoking addiction. I cleaned up well whenever I was around him, afraid to get judged.With my fiancé’s father, however, it was easy. There was absolutely no judge

Last Updated : 2026-05-09

12| I DO

ELARA“Waited for my wedding for almost two years, and it’s here now. It’s here, and I’m not marrying my fiancé.” I turned to Vivian with tears in my eyes. She grabbed my arms, her eyes filling with tears too. “I’m marrying his dad, Viv…”“Elara…” she choked.“I thought I’d finally be happy getting married, I thought this is just what I needed. I thought… oh my God, how did my life get to this.” I sobbed and she finally wrapped her arms around me. The dam broke out now, I cried until I couldn’t breathe. Until I was sure that the makeup artist would have break her back trying to fix this.Vivian cried with me, rubbing my back as she did. After what seemed like hours, we finally pulled apart and Vivian pushed me towards the makeup seat.“You’ve ruined your makeup, you sad bitch.” She scolded me, even if hers was ruined too. I laughed sadly, climbing on the seat while the makeup artist got to work immediately.Everybody in this room, everyone in charge of my styling were professionals Ale

Last Updated : 2026-05-10

13| OMERTÀ

ALEXANDER“You live alone.” She stated instead of asking. I nodded once, watching her stare at me wide-eyed, obviously impressed.She looked around again, then back at me. “Are you… you’re definitely in the mafia, aren’t you?”I laughed, striding towards her. “The mafia? Why? And what do you think?”“I think you are.” Her eyes did a sweep of the living room again. When she looked back at me again, she spoke with an accusatory tone, “I mean, I knew you were dangerous, I didn’t know you were a hardened criminal.” She stood her ground, not moving an inch backward even when I came to stand in front of her.Once again, my cock hardened at the sight of her bravery and composure. I was so used to people—women, especially—cowering when I came close, refusing to look me in the eye.I was learning that she was different. Elara stared at me defiantly, like she had all the right in the world to do so. Like she was my equal.And maybe she was. She was wearing my ring, after all.“A hardened crimina

Last Updated : 2026-05-12

All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

11| DADDY’S PRINCESS

12| I DO

13| OMERTÀ