บททั้งหมดของ One Night With My Ex's Father: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Lila’s legs were still shaky as she slipped back into the house through the side entrance, Victor’s cum still trickling down the inside of her thigh. She’d barely fixed her bikini before Sophia rounded the corner, all fake smiles and curious eyes. The stepsister had asked something innocent about swimming, but Lila could barely form words. All she could feel was the sticky mess between her legs and the deep, satisfied ache where Victor had wrecked her. She needed a shower. Desperately. But as she padded down the hallway toward the grand staircase, Elena stepped out from the kitchen alcove like a ghost. The 28-year-old housekeeper was beautiful in a quiet, dangerous way — dark hair pulled into a sleek bun, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that had clearly seen too much in this house. “Miss Lila,” Elena said softly, voice smooth as velvet. She was holding a stack of fresh towels but didn’t move to pass. “You should be more careful near the pool. The walls carry sound… and certain things

The whiskey poured freely that night, but the real intoxication was the tension crackling in the air like electricity before a storm. Damien Cross had arrived like he owned the damn place, stepping out of his sleek black car in a tailored suit that screamed money and menace. Victor’s business partner was thirty-five, built lean and sharp with a predator’s smile and eyes that missed nothing. He claimed it was about urgent contracts from Tokyo, but the second he walked into the living room and saw Lila, his gaze turned hungry. They settled in with drinks — Victor in the big leather armchair like a king on his throne, Lila curled on the couch, and Damien choosing the spot right beside her. Too close. His knee brushed hers deliberately as he leaned forward to pour her another glass, his fingers grazing the bare skin of her thigh where her short black dress had ridden up. “Damn, Lila,” Damien murmured, voice low and smooth, letting it linger. “Last time I saw you, you were still in coll

Richard Voss returned like a storm rolling in off the lake — commanding, sharp-eyed, and completely unaware of the war already raging under his own roof. He walked through the front door that evening with his suitcase in hand, clapping Victor on the back like old times and pulling Lila into a quick, stiff hug that made her stomach twist with guilt. “Missed you, kiddo,” he said gruffly. “Tokyo was a fucking circus. Glad Victor kept an eye on things.” Lila forced a smile, feeling Victor’s cum from earlier still faintly sticky between her thighs even after a shower. “Glad you’re home, Dad.” Dinner was set in the formal dining room — crystal glasses, expensive wine, Elena moving silently around the table like a shadow who saw everything. Sophia sat directly across from Victor in another barely-there dress, Damien lounged to Lila’s right with that knowing smirk, and Richard presided at the head like the king of his empire. Conversation flowed on the surface: business deals, Tokyo ne

Lila couldn’t breathe in that house anymore. The guilt had been eating her alive since the threesome with Sophia. Every time her father looked at her with that proud, trusting smile, every time Elena gave her those knowing side-eyes, every time she felt Victor’s cum still leaking out of her while sitting across from Richard at breakfast — it twisted like a knife. She found Victor in his study late that afternoon, the door cracked open. He was behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the powerful man who had completely wrecked her life and body. “We need to stop,” she said before she could lose her nerve. Her voice shook. “This is insane, Victor. My dad is right downstairs. Sophia has proof. We’re going to destroy everything.” Victor slowly set his pen down. His dark eyes lifted to hers, calm at first, then sharpening into something dangerous. “No.” Lila blinked. “What?” “I said no.” He stood, towering, and rounded the desk. “You don’t get to run from this. No

Richard Voss was back in full force, and the mansion felt smaller than ever. He dominated every room he entered — barking orders into his phone, grilling Elena about household details, and clapping Victor on the shoulder like nothing in the world had changed. But everything had changed. Lila could barely look her father in the eye without feeling Victor’s cum from that morning still warm inside her. The paranoia was constant. Every creak in the hallway made her jump. Every time Richard called her name, her stomach dropped. And Victor… Victor was worse. He watched her like a man starving, his dark eyes promising filthy things even while Richard sat three feet away. That night, after a long dinner where Sophia kept shooting poisonous little smiles across the table, Richard finally went to his study to catch up on emails. Damien had wisely made himself scarce. Victor found Lila in the upstairs library, pretending to read. He didn’t say a word. He simply locked the door, crosse