Daddy’s Little Secret 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

Damian’s POVSilence stretched taut across the room, a moth could be heard once it flapped its wings across the room. The food that was prepared by my mother tasted bitter in my mouth. Something that hardly ever happened. My mother was a splitting image of my brother. Olive skin. Blue eyes and hair that could pass as a bright red colour. Every cutlery clutching against the porcelain plates created goosebumps that travelled across my skin. My father focused on his newspaper, using his left hand to guard his paper and the other hand to eat his food. I sighed silently. “How was England?” They went there for a conference that my dad held for all the doctors across the country. I couldn’t go there because of work at the hospital. My mum looked up from her food, smiled at him. That was a beautiful way of telling me she enjoyed the trip. My dad’s eyes still focused on the paper, he nodded his head. Mum finally spoke up. “It was a beautiful conference.” She paused, as she dropped the

Damian’s POVFOUR WEEKS LATER I had been in my room since I arrived. Derek knocked on the door several times before leaving for work. Today was an exception— he was still standing outside the door. “Open up,” he nudged me, his thick accent echoing around the empty mansion. I walked over and pulled the door open. He stood there in his scrubs battered and tired, exhausted, dark circles forming beneath his eyes. “How have you been?” He asked softly, touching my shoulders, squeezing gently against the shoulder bone. I pushed my hair back and ruffled it. It had been weeks—weeks of trying to map out every single thing, uploading my artwork on countless sites for people to notice and buy. But, there was nobody to buy. Nobody was getting it. I looked down, unable to meet his eyes. I felt I was staying for way too long. He understood. “I brought us some meals.”“Let’s go and eat,” he moved away, walking towards the stairs. I slipped a shirt over my body. And went downstairs, this ti

The first notification felt like a mistake.I was staring at my screen when the red banner appeared.SOLD OUT.I blinked.Refreshed the page.Then it appeared again and this time I wasn’t dreaming SOLD OUT.Then another.My hands started trembling over the mouse. I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t breathe. Every canvas I had poured myself into — every sleepless night, every brushstroke that felt like bleeding onto linen — disappearing in real time.Sold.The numbers kept climbing. The site lagged. My inbox flooded.I stood up so abruptly my chair rolled back and hit the wall.“Damian,” I whispered to myself. “You did it.”A laugh tore out of me — sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. For months I had painted in silence. In doubt. Wondering if I was delusional for thinking the world would ever care.Now the world was buying me.My chest tightened. Not with fear.With power. It felt so good My phone buzzed relentlessly. Messages. Galleries. Interviews. Unknown numbers. My name was tre