All Chapters of Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Raven
In the kitchen, I’m wearing one of Roman’s polo shirts that barely covers my ass and nothing underneath.
I empty a packet of spaghetti into a pot, fill it with water from the sink, and place it on the stove.
When I reach up for the salt on the top shelf, the shirt rides all the way up, cool air hitting my bare ass and pussy. I don’t bother pulling it down. Because why should I? I can walk around bare if I want right now. The whole house is now empty, just the two of us. No more distractions in our lives. A nice dinner, plans for the next big move, and cuddling up in his arms for the rest of the night, talking or making out until we’re both spent. The pasta is boiling over by the time I realize I’ve been staring at the envelope on the counter instead of dinner. I turn the burner down, wipe my hands on a dish towel, and pick up the envelope again, running my thumb along the sealed edge for what feels like the tenth time tonight. Roman said it was mine to open.

RavenWe’ve been driving for almost two hours by the time the city finally gives way to open land, and I find myself with my face nearly pressed against the window, watching rolling fields blur past in the fading evening light.“This is so beautiful,” I breathe. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen this part of the country. I’m twenty-three years old and I’ve never once been anywhere that looks like this.”“City baby,” Anaya teases, glancing at me sideways.“I’m serious. I grew up in an estate surrounded by gates and security cameras. I don’t know what to do with all this.” I gesture at the horizon, gold and orange bleeding into the hills. “It’s so quiet out here. No cameras. No staff hovering. Just land.”I watched the endless fields roll past, my gaze lingering on the open land and the quiet beauty surrounding us. Everything felt so peaceful out here. No traffic. No noise. Just nature. For the first time, I found myself wondering what it would be like to raise a family somewhere li

RavenI sit up, pulling the sheet around me. “I finally know what was in the envelope.”His hand stills in my hair. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I told you it was yours to handle.”“I want to tell you.” I take a steadying breath. “I’m going to tell you everything.”“Okay,” he says quietly.“But first…” I glance down at my hands. “I need to tell you I did something really stupid. You’re probably going to be pissed.” I force out a small, nervous smile. “It’s okay, though. I probably deserve a little scolding.”I reach for the nightstand drawer, pull it open, and take out the photograph, holding it out to him.He takes it carefully, his eyes scanning the image. I watch his expression change as recognition settles in.“That’s Erica,” I say quietly. “And the little girl with her… that’s her daughter, Roman.”He goes completely still, staring at the photograph as if it might somehow change into something that makes sense.“So… how is this our business?” he asks, flipping

Raven The ballroom doors open at exactly one o’clock, and I stand at the top of the staircase for one long breath before I start down it. The dress I’m wearing is red. I chose it intentionally, over the safer golds and blush tones the stylist kept steering me toward. Red is bold. Red doesn’t apologize for taking up space in a room, and after everything it’s taken to get here, I’m done apologizing for existing. Every head in the ballroom turns as I descend. Roman meets me at the bottom of the staircase, offering his hand, and the moment my fingers close around his, a ripple of murmurs spreads outward through the crowd. “You look extraordinary,” he murmurs, close to my ear. “I feel extraordinary.” “Mr. Bellerie,” an older man in a blue suit calls out to Roman. “Mr. Silas.” Roman turns to me and lowers his voice. “I’ll be back.” Anaya appears at my side almost immediately, a glass of wine already in hand, eyes wide as she takes in the room, the chandeliers, the

RavenI’ve been carrying the thought of this visit for weeks, the way you carry something fragile you’re afraid to set down wrong. I know the location. I know every name on every stone. What I haven’t had, until now, was something worth bringing them besides grief.Today I have that.I chose white lilies. Roman mentioned once, quietly, almost in passing, that Amara loved them, and I’ve held onto that small fact like it was mine to keep.He walks beside me from the car without a word, his hand resting light against my back, and when we reach the edge of the plot he stops.“I’ll be right here,” he says, nodding toward the car. “Take whatever time you need.”I nod, grateful he knows not to follow, and watch him walk back before I turn toward the five stones waiting for me.Mario. Amara. Jeffrey. Logan. Lucy.I kneel and lay a lily against each one, starting with my father’s, and for a long moment I just look at his name, trying to make the letters carved into granite mean somethi