All Chapters of Daddy’s Little Secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damian's POV I almost got caught. I wouldn't say I got caught but we were this close to Derek walking in on us, the way I was completely lost in what I was doing. Invested. Embarrassingly so. I couldn't make sense of myself. Of what I was doing with a man who had treated my family the way he did, who had torn through something I couldn't name yet and left without a single word of apology. Not even a glance back. And still I had folded. Fallen right back into his arms like gravity had been waiting for me to stop pretending I had a choice. Like the whore he'd made me into. I had almost told him too. About the threats I'd received at work that morning the ones that made the walls feel smaller the moment I read them. The words had been right there, pressing against the back of my teeth. But I swallowed them down. I wasn't sure if I was more afraid of him finding out the truth about my past, or of watching his face shift the moment he realized I was more complicated than dangerous. Mo

Damian's POV YOUR SECRETS ARE NO LONGER SAFE WITH ME. The words bled across the card like they had been written in fury pressed so hard into the paper that the ink had nearly torn through the other side. It had been dropped in front of the studio. Just sitting there. Waiting for me. The moment I stepped out of the elevator. My heart didn't just skip. It lurched like it had forgotten its rhythm entirely, like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest and run somewhere I couldn't follow. I stared at it for too long. My fingers trembled as I reached down and picked it up, telling myself to stay calm, telling myself this was nothing, telling myself I had survived worse. But my hands wouldn't listen to reason. They never do when it matters most. The card shook between my fingers like it was laughing at me. My breathing went shallow. Not the kind of shallow you notice right away the quiet, sneaking kind, where the air starts thinning around you before you even realize you'

Damian’s POV I hadn’t believed what had happened right now. I was doing so well building up my emotions in and hiding it from everyone that cared about it. As I drowned in the drink I had poured for myself and Nickolai I wasn’t sure what was happening at the moment. At the corners of my eyes, Nickolai’s eyes watched me carefully as his looks dripped like venom. I couldn’t be sure why he was behaving like that. I walked back to the couch trying to act normal even while everything was not working. After countless attempts to speak up. I finally opened up. “That was just a normal dream,” I convinced him, even after his face showed no emotions at the lie I just told him right now. He wasn’t convinced. He swirled his cup gently and set it down. He searched my face and finally replied. “It’s fine.” He paused. “Your parents have been trying to reach you,” Nickolai cleared his throat. All the colours drained from my face. Nickolai searched my face but he said

Nickolai’s POV Damian had killed someone before. "Thank you so much," I said with a smile that never quite reached my eyes. I gripped his hand firmly across the table before finally leaving the restaurant. The deal was done. The truth had been handed to me. My private investigator had gathered enough evidence, and in all the years I had known him, he had never once been wrong. Not when he worked for me. Not when someone's life was hanging in the balance. The bottle of whiskey sitting between us was almost empty. I had needed every drop of it. Because I couldn't do this sober. I couldn't confront Damian sober. I couldn't watch his face when I asked the questions burning a hole through my chest. I couldn't stand there and hear his answers while my mind remained clear enough to understand them. Most importantly, I wasn't sure how I would react if I were sober. Anger. Disappointment. Betrayal. I didn't know which emotion would win. So I drank. I drank u

Damian’s POV And this shattered every ounce of excitement I had prepared. Every single thing I had wanted to say. I couldn’t react as I watched him choke me more. As I gagged on his cock, this would have been something so exciting, but this time, it felt more like betrayal.This was something my parents had worried about. This was something they had carried for years, and now it was finally catching up to me. He looked at me, disgust filling his eyes. I couldn’t be sure what he was going to do at this point. They couldn’t live with a murderer. A statement my mother had silently whispered. I could see the fear on Nickolai’s face. The same fear my parents had when they left me. I fidgeted with my hands. I hid my trembling fingers to conceal my fear. I couldn’t let him see it. But I couldn’t lie. Not after I had been caught. And the threats from the blackmailer hadn’t stopped either. My chest constricted as I held it, trying to ignore the pain I was currently feeling. My vision