บททั้งหมดของ Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

**Chapter 132: Tick TickChaos erupted the moment Marcus delivered the news. Federal agents were minutes away, and my father was leading them like some self-appointed executioner. Damien’s face hardened into that ruthless mask I knew so well, but his arms around me trembled with barely contained fury“They won’t take you,” I said fiercely, gripping his shirt. “Not like this.”He cupped my face, eyes blazing. “If they do, you stay safe. Do whatever it takes. But know this — nothing changes what you are to me.”There was no time for more. He kissed me hard, desperate, like it might be the last time. The kiss ignited instantly, born of panic and defiance. He lifted me onto the dining table, shoving papers and tablets aside, and ripped my panties down my legs.“I need to feel you one more time,” he growled, freeing his cock and thrusting into me in one savage stroke. “Before they try to rip us apart.”The table shook under us as he fucked me with raw, frantic intensity — deep, punishing t

**Chapter 134: Victoria Confrontation**I tracked Victoria down at her favorite upscale lounge — the kind of place where power was sipped from crystal glasses and secrets were currency. Marcus had pulled strings to get me past security. She was seated alone at a corner table, looking every bit the elegant predator in a tailored cream suit.I didn’t wait for an invitation. I sat across from her, heart hammering but voice ice-cold. “You’ve gone too far. Hidden cameras in the penthouse? Feeding lies to my father? This isn’t about protecting anyone anymore. This is obsession.”Victoria’s smile was razor-sharp. She set her martini down slowly. “Obsession? Darling, this is justice. Damien discarded me like yesterday’s news after our marriage served its purpose. Then he went after you — the ultimate trophy to rub in your father’s face. I’m simply ensuring he loses everything the way he made me lose.”“You’re pathetic,” I said, leaning forward. “He never loved you because you were never real

**Chapter 136: Family Reconciliation Attempt**The mediated meeting took place in a neutral conference room at a downtown law firm — sterile beige walls, a long table, and too much tension for the small space. My father sat at one end, flanked by his lawyer. Lila and Ethan were there too, Ethan looking steady after his recovery, Lila quiet but present. I sat opposite them, heart pounding, Sophia’s earlier encouragement still ringing in my ears.Richard Holt looked older under the harsh lights, the lines on his face deeper since the arrest. “You came,” he said, voice flat. “After everything.”“I did,” I replied, lifting my chin. “Because despite what you’ve done — the documents, the interview, siding with Victoria — you’re still my father. And I’m still your daughter, whether you disown me or not.”The mediator guided the conversation carefully at first. Old wounds spilled out: the business betrayal years ago, Mom leaving, his fear that Damien would destroy me the way he believed he’d

Chapter 138: United FrontThe media storm had reached a fever pitch.Every morning brought new headlines twisting facts about Damien’s company. Vanguard Capital was relentless, painting my husband as a ruthless executive hiding behind a carefully crafted image. The fact that we were newlyweds expecting our first child—still a secret to the public—only made their attacks feel more personal.“We’re not hiding anymore,” Damien said over breakfast one morning, his hand resting protectively on my growing belly. “We face them together. Today.”I nodded, even as nerves twisted in my stomach alongside the baby’s gentle flutters. At fifteen weeks, my pregnancy was becoming impossible to hide under loose clothing. Today, we would stop trying.---We chose a prestigious business summit as our stage. Damien was scheduled to speak on ethical leadership. I decided to appear beside him—not just as his wife, but as a partner.I chose a tailored emerald green dress that elegantly accentuated my bump.

**Chapter 140**The private jet hummed smoothly at thirty thousand feet, carrying them toward a secluded weekend escape in the Hamptons. Kira lounged across the wide leather seat in nothing but a sheer black lace teddy Damien had surprised her with before takeoff—one of many new pieces from La Perla that now filled an entire walk-in closet in his penthouse.Damien sat across from her, sleeves rolled up, watching her with that dark, predatory hunger that never failed to make her pulse race. A glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers.“Spread your legs for Daddy, baby girl,” he said, voice low and commanding over the engine’s murmur.Kira bit her lip, heat flooding her cheeks even after all these months. She obeyed, parting her thighs so the lace crotch of the teddy pulled tight against her already slick folds. Damien’s gaze dropped, darkening.“Look at you. So wet for me already.” He set the glass down and moved to kneel between her legs, powerful hands sliding up her inner thighs. “Y