All Chapters of Daddy’s Little Secret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Hmm

Nickolai’s POVDamian’s foster parent had sent a message to my lawyer for an official meeting. I obliged, but my lawyer had requested we see them and let them know the state they put their son. I made sure I passed the studio everyday trying to see how it was being managed by Damian’s assistant without entering inside. It’s been months of searching for Damian’s parents but it’s just been futile. Every search has no lead to follow. My private investigator was slowly getting tired, but I was sure he just couldn’t complain to me. I had not gone back to the hospital to see Damian. I couldn’t face. All the bricks around me would instantly shatter. I just couldn’t face him. Derek had been so strong trying to take care of him even while the in-nurse maid had been trying her effort. I had only checked the video on my phone to see how he was doing. I couldn’t be judged for putting a camera on my whore. His brother had not come back since that time I threatened him, which was good. I

Chapter 22: Still and dark

Damian’s POV His lips are wet and his pupils are blown out and he looks so sexy on his knees. Just like this for me. I loved the sight. I moaned. “Fu…ck” I was close to the edge. I had missed this and I was sure he had missed it too I pushed his head so he could take me all in. “I’m cl…ose,” I whimpered. He gagged. Almost choking on my cock. I rolled my eyes, even as the wave of orgasm came crashing into his mouth. He swallowed every drop of the hot cum that poured out of the slit of my dick. “You taste so fucking good, my pretty boy,” he hums. As he sucked deeply the last drop of cum on the shaft of my dick. I looked at him, feeling embarrassed for what had happened. He pulled his shirts down, fixing his tie properly like he hadn’t just committed an atrocity that was so great. He smiled at me, even while his hair spread across his sticky forehead. “Get well soon, so we can do more of these,” he urged me, as he walked away leaving me with the crazy thoughts th

Chapter 23: Thank you

Nickolai's POV Damian's parents had agreed to meet with his lawyer. My lawyer. And he had spoken to me about this. "This was to shut them up from pulling their stunt," Amin, my lawyer, said. He muttered under his breath. He was getting a little pissed with the whole conversation. I took a deep breath. "We just have to go there so it doesn't get as worse as this." He glared at me. If looks could kill, I'd literally be on my deathbed right now. I avoided his face, quietly looking around the office. "You have to deal with your own," he paused, even as his veins bulged at his temple. "But here you are, dealing with your whore's matter," his eyes swept over me, regarding me with cold disdain. I clenched my fist and swung at him with everything I had. He sniffed and cracked the tip of his nose. Yes, we were friends, but every single case he fought for me he got paid for he had no right to talk to me like that. He cleaned the little blood that fell from his nose with the back of

Chapter 24: Foster

Damian’s POV The in-house maid walked into the room after constantly trying to tear my door apart. “Good day shr,” she greeted nervously. “You have been out for so long,” she paused, scanning my face as she pulled the stethoscope out of her pocket to make sure I was doing okay. “And make sure you take your ginger tea,” she urged me. “It works so well for your gut,” she advised, as she slowly started packing up her things to leave for the day. Every ounce of happiness I had regained was slowly fading because I was going to be alone with my thoughts and curiosity about when I was going to find out when I get better. “When can I start moving around and picking up my brushes?” I asked her absentmindedly, knowing fully well she was going to lecture me on getting enough rest first so I can show my fans that I was a fighter. “Today or tomorrow,” she paused, as she studied every inch of my expression. I raised my brow. She nodded happily. Holding up her hands at me “But..

Chapter 25: I own you

Damian's POV An icy wave of anger washed over me as I heard Nickolai's statement. He was there to help me with my finances, not with issues that were very personal and meaningful to me. That was my burden to carry, and he had no business helping me carry what was mine. He looked at me, puzzled, even knowing the way he made me feel. He showed no emotion toward it. "I don't think you get it." He gave me a bitter laugh. "I own you," he continued. "You don't!!" I barked at him. I hated that this was what I had to deal with. I hated that I had to do this. I hated that my life was being controlled by someone I barely knew. He didn't own me. He didn't get to own me. This was my life, and whatever I did was for me. "You should get enough rest." Nickolai grazed my jaw. "You have a lot to do." I pulled him closer by his shirt and slapped him hard. The impact on his skin looked worse on him. His woody scent engulfed my senses, tickling my nose. Adrenaline pumped through me as he touche

Chapter 26: Sting

Nickolai's POV I felt betrayed. Nobody had the right to betray me the way Damian's slap did. The sting on my cheek was nothing compared to the fire that had settled deep in my chest, hot and unrelenting. He was going to pay for this in ways he hadn't even begun to imagine. I was not the kind of man who forgave, and I certainly wasn't the kind who forgot. My lawyer's number flashed across my phone screen for what felt like the hundredth time, the dial tone cutting through the heavy silence of my office like an accusation. I let it ring. I paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. My oxfords sank into the thick carpet with each step, and still the rage wouldn't sit still inside me. It clawed at my ribs, demanding to be let out. I needed to release it before it consumed me entirely. I walked out of the office, straightening the lapels of my bespoke suit charcoal grey, Italian wool, the kind of thing that made boardrooms fall silent the moment I entered. I wore it like armour mo

Chapter 27: Laura

My assistant walked out of the room in slow strides, making sure I was okay before she finally left the office. She patted my shoulders lightly before looking at me one last time and closing the door. I looked around, even while the blinds covered the windows for privacy, trying to see if someone was watching me. But there was no one. It was just an empty threat. “Take a deep breath and you’ll be okay,” I muttered to myself, even while my heart screamed otherwise. I went through my emails, trying to distract myself from the stranger who knew my secret. Childhood had shown me so much while growing up. There were so many things I did before the social worker finally came to save me. I replied to every email and looked through the website, but the canvases kept getting sold out even while I was struggling for my life. I swallowed past the sudden tightness in my throat. The urge to go to the police and find this person was there, but that was going to become an even more difficu

Chapter 28: Hidden secrets

Nickolai's POV "All you need to do is meet up with your wife and ask her what her demands are and why she is doing this." My lawyer encouraged me, his face deadpan as he looked at me. I stared outside, grateful for the weather — 65 degrees, a cool sun setting on the horizon. The passing cars made things slightly easier as I thought about my life. His words cut through my thoughts as he cleared his throat. "What did I say?" His eye bags screamed exhaustion, even beneath the rim of his glasses. I hoped he had a life outside the cases he so diligently won for other people. "After resolving things with my ex-wife, I'd set up a press conference with her so people know that whatever came out before was just a rumour." I answered. I picked up my wine and took a sip, the alcohol stinging down my throat. "What are you going to do after this?" I asked, attempting to break the wall we had built around ourselves during business conversations. Alimi, my lawyer, was a very good friend of m

Chapter 29: We got caught

Damian’s POV I sighed as I scribbled my signature on the last piece of paper my assistant dropped on my table before the disaster happened. I was happy I was finally going home to my bed. I had wanted to be here so badly, and here I was rushing to go back home like I hadn't practically begged to come in the first place. Derek had scolded me over the phone the moment he realised I had sent the in-house away from the house. I picked up my bag and walked out of my office, exhaling slowly, willing my mind to go quiet. It didn't work. All my thoughts circled back to him the man who hadn't respected my opinion enough to pretend he cared. His scent, his filthy words that had sent heat crawling up my thighs. The slow, deliberate way he had consumed me like he had all the time in the world and I was the only thing worth spending it on. Even after burying myself in work, drowning in folders and deadlines and signatures none of it helped. None of it touched what was quietly unravelling

Chapter 30: Deatroy

Here's the corrected and emotionally deepened version: Nickolai's POV Derek was home. I had disappointed my son enough. And today was not going to be about me again. The moment the key jiggled in the lock, I was already moving. My feet carried me before my mind could catch up, ducking into the nearest room as Damian straightened himself quickly, smoothing down his shirt like nothing in the world had happened between us minutes ago. Derek stepped into the mansion. "I heard voices," he said, his eyes scanning the room with that quiet, calculating look he had inherited from me. The look I used in boardrooms. The look that never missed anything. From where I pressed myself against the wall, heart thudding against my ribs, I was certain he sensed something off. He just couldn't name it yet. "Oh, you did?" Damian asked, his voice almost steady, even as his chest still rose and fell faster than normal, his body still carrying the evidence of everything I had done to him. "I

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