Todos os capítulos de DIRTY DESIRES: DADDIES TASTE BETTER: Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 317

Lia’s POVMy head turned with the hit.Heat bloomed across my cheek, sharp and immediate, like the room itself had struck me. For a second I only stood there, stunned by the fact that she had done it here. In front of strangers. In a shop full of silk and mirrors. Like I was still the girl from the island. The one she could look up and down and put in her place with a smile.My ears rang.Someone near the fitting rooms made a small sound. A woman with a dress over her arm froze. Celeste’s friends stared, delighted and horrified at once.Then Celeste turned to walk away.She even smoothed her hair, as if slapping me had been a small correction and not an act of violence. Like that was the end of it. Like she got to hit me and leave with her friends and her perfume and her story.Oh no.Only I would decide when we were done.I grabbed her hair and pulled her backward.She lost her footing with a sharp cry. The sound was ugly. Real. She crashed to the floor hard enough that a display tab

Lia’s POVWe all walked into the villa.The house was cool after the helicopter and the sun. Stone floors. Open doors. Somewhere deeper inside, a curtain moved in the breeze. The faint smell of coffee and the sea met us in the entryway, familiar now, like the place had already decided we belonged to it.From the sitting room came the sound of low laughter.Easy. Unforced. The kind that belonged to men who had known each other long enough not to perform it.Victor, Dante, and Cavern were sitting together.They looked like they were having a good time. Glasses on the table. Sleeves rolled. Dante saying something that made Victor shake his head, that almost-smile of his showing at one corner. Cavern laughed under his breath and reached for his drink. For one second I just stood there in the doorway and watched them, the photo box against my chest, my cheek still tight from the ice and the slap.It should have been a beautiful thing to come home to.Then they saw us.Victor and Dante stoo

Lia’s POVTime on the island flew by so fast.One day I was still pressing ice to my cheek. The next, people started arriving. Then more people. Then flowers in rooms I did not remember asking to fill. The bruise faded from ugly purple to something makeup could hide. The villa filled with guests Victor and Dante had invited. Servers too. Trays. Glasses. Quiet footsteps in the halls at hours when the house used to belong only to us.And just like that, it was the night before my wedding.Matteo and Lola had arrived on the island that morning.I heard Matteo before I saw him. Small running feet on stone. His voice calling for Dante, bright and sure, like he already knew Dante would answer. When I came downstairs, he was already in Dante’s arms. He talked too fast about the boat and the water and whether there would be cake tomorrow. He asked if he could wear big-people shoes. Dante laughed and said we would see.Matteo was going to be our ring bearer.I could already see him in the litt

Lia’s POVI put on the robe she had laid out. It was white and soft and too fine for how nervous my hands felt. Joella tied the belt for me like I could not be trusted with knots. Then she pushed me into the chair by the window and told me not to touch my face.“The artists are coming,” she said. “If you start crying before they get here, I will be forced to ruin my own morning.”“I am not going to cry.”“You always say that. And then you cry. And then I cry. And then we both look crazy.”A knock came at the door not long after.The makeup artist and the hairstylist arrived together, rolling black cases behind them, polite and quick, already looking at my hair like it was a problem they were happy to solve. They set up near the window where the light was best. Brushes lined up. Palettes opened. A steamer hissed once. The smell of clean powder and warm tools filled the room.Joella watched them like a sergeant.She stood with her arms crossed at first, then circled. She asked if they h