All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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Mummy’s Gone Mad #2

Raven (Past)I shrugged her hands off and stepped back.“I need to tell Dad.”I turned toward the door.Her hand closed around my arm and yanked and I wasn’t expecting it and my feet went out from under me and I hit the kitchen floor hard, my knee connecting with the tile, and the pain tore up my leg so sharply that the sound that came out of me didn’t feel like it came from my own throat.“Oh God.” She was on her knees beside me immediately, her hands reaching. “Oh God I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, let me see, let me…”“Stay away from me.” I scrambled backward across the floor on my hands, dragging my bleeding knee, pressing myself against the cabinet as far from her as I could get. “Don’t touch me. Stay back. Stay away.”“Raven…”“Don’t touch me.” Tears were running down my face and I couldn’t stop them and I didn’t try. “You’ve gone mad. You’ve actually gone mad.”She sat back on her heels.Her face went through something then that I still don’t have the right

The Unveiling

Raven(Present)The gun is lighter than I remembered.Or maybe I’m stronger. Thirteen years can do that to a person.I turn it over in my hands slowly, feeling the weight shift, and try not to think about the last time I held one of these and what happened after.“You want me to have it?” I look up at Roman.“Yes.” He says it the way he says things he’s already decided. “You’re going to need it soon. Keep it close.”I look at it for one more moment then wrap my fingers around the grip and say nothing else.The car has been moving for over an hour before it turns off the main road onto a private lane that winds through trees so old and thick their branches meet overhead and turn everything green and cathedral quiet. I sit forward watching through the windscreen as the lane opens up and the trees fall away and then I stop breathing entirely.It sits at the end of a stone drive long enough to tire you out just looking at it.Pale stone. Arched windows. Towers at either end that

Absolution

RomanThe Godfather’s estate sits behind walls that don’t appear on any map.That is intentional. Everything about Dante Ferraro is intentional. The walls. The silence. The way his staff move through the property like shadows, present when needed and invisible when not. He has built his world with the specific understanding that visibility is a vulnerability and he has survived sixty three years in this business by remaining, in almost every meaningful sense, unseen.I have met him four times in eleven years.Each time feels like an audience granted rather than a meeting arranged.He is at the table in the garden when they bring me through, a small man in a pale linen suit with white hair and the quiet composure of someone who has long ago stopped needing to prove his authority to anyone. A glass of something red at his elbow. A book facedown beside it that he doesn’t return to when I sit across from him.“Bellerie.” His voice is unhurried. “You’ve had a productive week.”“Thanks to

Tell Me More

Roman“Get out,” I say. “I don’t have time for this.”Vivienne doesn’t move.“Trust me.” Her voice is firm in a way it wasn’t downstairs. She’s composed herself on the way up, reassembled whatever she came here with. “You don’t want to dismiss me this time.”“You find it genuinely difficult to accept rejection.”“What I find difficult,” she says, “is moving on when I know the reason I was rejected.” She takes one step forward. “And trust me when I tell you that what I know has the power to ruin you completely. Every piece of it.”“Then go,” I say. “Put it out there. Ruin me. Why are you standing in my office telling me about it first?”She stares at me for a moment.“Because I still want to marry you, despite everything.”She says it without flinching. Without shame.“A press conference. You apologize publicly. You take back everything you said. And we move forward. That’s all I’m asking.”“Leave,” I say. “Or I’ll have security remove you.”I turn toward my desk.“Raven is carrying

Forever Starts Here 🌶️

Roman The kitchen smells like garlic and butter when I walk through the door.I stop in the doorway.Raven is at the stove in nothing but a bra that is doing the bare minimum and a pair of panties, her hair loose, one hip cocked, completely unbothered by the fact that she has a professional chef and a full kitchen staff somewhere in this estate who exist for exactly this purpose.I lean against the doorframe and watch her. She does not turn around but her shoulders lift slightly. She knows I am here.“You have a chef,” I say.“Yeah. I know that.” She stirs whatever is on the stove. “I told them to take the night off.”“Why.”She glances over her shoulder, and her mouth curves into a smile. “Because I wanted to cook for my man myself.” She turns back to the stove. “And I wanted some time alone with you. I told you I’d be waiting in this. You wouldn’t want them seeing me like this, cooking for you naked.”I cross the kitchen.Reach past her and turn off the stove.“Why? Th

Forever Starts Here 🌶️

Raven“Again,” he says against my ear, his voice barely recognizable. “Do that again.”I look at us in the mirror and barely recognize myself either.My hair is everywhere. My face is flushed and wet and completely undone. His hands are spread wide on my hips holding me open and I can see everything, my pussy deep red and puffy and so thoroughly fucked it looks obscene, and his thick cock buried in my ass stretching me so completely that every time I breathe I feel it pulsing inside me.I did not know it would feel like this.I expected pain. There is pain, a deep insistent burn that sits underneath everything else, but underneath that is something I do not have a word for. Every thrust sends a shockwave through my pussy even though he is not touching it. A deep sweet impact that makes me clench and leak, my slick running freely down my ass and over his balls, making everything slippery and warm and filthy.I watch it happen in the mirror.Watch my body respond to him in ways I

Mario’s Daughter

RavenAnaya’s name lights up my phone for the third time since we sat down for breakfast.I turn it face down on the table.Roman looks at it and then at me. “You can’t ignore her forever.”“I can for now.”“It hasn’t been confirmed she did anything.”“It couldn’t have been anyone else.” I pick up my fork and put it back down. “I’ll take her call when I’m ready.”The kitchen is warm and bright in the morning light, the staff moving quietly in the background, and none of it touches the cold thing sitting in the center of my chest. Roman eats without pressing me further and I appreciate that and resent it at the same time because at least an argument would give me somewhere to put all of this.We eat in silence for a while.Anaya calls again, then texts to ask if I’m doing okay.I turn the phone completely over so the screen faces the table.Roman says nothing.I put my fork down.“You said you’d tell me everything,” I say. “Last night you said before we leave here you’d tell me everyth

The Life She Never Knew

RavenThe room is underground.I know it the moment we start descending, the temperature dropping slightly, the light changing from the warm natural brightness of the floors above to something softer and more deliberate. Roman leads me down a narrow staircase behind a door I had walked past twice yesterday without noticing and I follow him because my legs are still moving even though my mind stopped somewhere between the breakfast table and Mario Cole’s daughter.He pushes open the door at the bottom.I step inside and stop.The room is not large. But every wall is covered. Photographs. Portraits. Framed and hung with the kind of care that means someone spent time in this room alone, arranging and rearranging until it looked the way they needed it to look. The people in the photographs are strangers and yet something in my chest responds to them before my brain has told it to.“Who are these people?”Roman stands just behind me.“They were your family,” he says.I turn to look at him.

Fake Tears

Roman I stand in the underground room for a long moment after Raven’s footsteps disappear up the stairs. Looking at the walls her father built. At the family she just found and lost in the same breath. At the door she walked out of. Then I follow her up. In the living room every device I own is making noise simultaneously. My personal phone is ringing. My business phone. The intercom. All of them at once, overlapping in a relentless chorus that can only mean one thing— something has happened that can’t wait. I stop one of my security in the corridor. “Raven went outside,” I say quietly. “Find her. Stay back far enough that she doesn’t see you. Don’t approach her unless she needs you. Just make sure she’s safe.” He nods and moves immediately. I pick up Marcus’s call first. “Turn on TVC,” he says. No greeting. No preamble. “Now.” I find the remote and turn on the television and there she is. Vivienne. Sitting across from a morning show host in a cre

No One Left

RavenMy phone rings again.Anaya.I let it ring out and keep walking. Gravel crunches under my shoes, the estate gates still a distant blur through the tears I can’t stop. My chest hurts in a way that has nothing to do with the cold morning air.Roman should not have done this to me.He really should not have betrayed me like that.A text comes through. I don’t look at it yet. I can’t. I just need to get off this property, away from that house and everything buried underneath it, away from him.I’ll call a cab. Check into a hotel somewhere the cameras haven’t found yet. Somewhere I can breathe.There was a time I would have run straight to Anaya with something like this. Now even that door feels closed. Now everyone I trusted has turned into someone I don’t recognize.No Roman.No friends.No one.My baby kicks, hard, right under my ribs, and it startles a laugh out of me even as the tears keep falling.“Hey, little one.” I press my hand to my stomach and slow my steps.

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