Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Chapter 62: The Father’s Wrath The morning after Victor Kane’s arrest, the penthouse felt strangely quiet. The immediate storm had passed. The leaked video was still circulating, but Marcus had successfully removed most of the high-traffic mirrors and issued strong legal warnings. Nai Asher and Elena Voss had released powerful joint statements defending my curatorial integrity. Some collectors were beginning to distance themselves from the scandal and focus on the actual quality of the exhibition. For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe. Damien and I were having a late breakfast on the terrace when my phone rang. The caller ID showed: **Dad**. I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. Damien noticed immediately and set his coffee down. “You don’t have to answer,” he said gently. “I know,”

Chapter 64: The New Beginning and the Hidden Strike The storm of the leaked video had not fully passed, but Damien refused to let fear dictate their lives. On a crisp Friday evening, he surprised Kira with an invitation that felt almost normal — a quiet dinner at a newly opened, exclusive restaurant called “Lumina,” perched on a private rooftop in Tribeca. The manager, a longtime acquaintance of Damien’s, had personally invited him for an early private viewing and tasting before the official opening. “This is for us,” Damien told her as they dressed. “No press. No cameras. Just you and me, enjoying something beautiful together. I want to remind you that we can still have moments that belong only to us.” Kira chose a soft emerald green dress that hugged her figure elegantly, the diamond lock necklace resting proudly at her throat. Damien wore a tailored

Chapter 66: The House Divided Richard Holt slammed the door of his Connecticut home so hard that the framed family photos on the wall rattled. The sound echoed through the quiet house like a gunshot. He stood in the foyer, chest heaving, fists clenched at his sides, the taste of bile and fury burning in his throat. “Blackwood,” he snarled under his breath, pacing the hardwood floor like a caged animal. “That bastard. That lying, manipulative son of a bitch. He thinks he can take my daughter the same way he took everything else from me. Over my dead body.” He stormed into his study, poured himself a large scotch, and downed half of it in one swallow. The liquid burned, but it did nothing to cool the rage boiling inside him. He had warned Kira. He had begged her. He had threatened her. And still she chose that monster. Still she stood beside him in front of strangers and called

Chapter 68: The Failed Strike Richard Holt could not sleep. For three nights straight, he had lain awake in the same bed he had shared with his wife before she left, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him. Every rotation felt like a mocking reminder of time slipping away — time in which his daughter was still with Damien Blackwood, time in which his children had turned their backs on him, time in which the man who had ruined him once was winning again. He sat up in bed at 3:17 a.m., sweat dampening his shirt, heart pounding with a mixture of rage and desperation. “I won’t let him take her,” he whispered to the empty room. “Not my Kira. Not like this.” He got up, walked to his study, and poured himself a stiff drink. The amber liquid burned going down, but it sharpened his mind. He had been thinking about this for days. Forging doc

 Chapter 70: Fractured Alliances The failed forgery attempt by Richard Holt sent shockwaves through the already volatile situation, but it also created an unexpected ripple of clarity. Kira sat on the edge of the bed in the penthouse the next morning, staring at the official letter from Meridian Gallery’s board that Marcus had delivered at dawn. It was a strong, unequivocal statement of support: her curatorial decisions had been reviewed and upheld, the forged documents were condemned as malicious interference, and the gallery publicly reaffirmed its confidence in her abilities. Elena Voss and Nai Asher had both added powerful quotes praising her vision and integrity. It should have felt like a victory. Instead, it felt hollow. Because her father had been the one behind the forgery. The man who had raised her, who had once carried her on hi