Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy's Wet Little Secret : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONERAIN’S POVThe outfit Lucien left for me was sinful.I knew that the second I unzipped the garment bag and saw the dress.It was black. The kind of dress that looked simple until I put it on and realized the fabric clung to every curve like it had been made with Lucien’s hands in mind. It stopped above my knees, the neckline modest enough to behave, but the back dipped lower than anything I had ever worn in his presence.I stood in front of the mirror too long.My lips still felt swollen from his kiss. My breast still tingled from where his hand had been.A knock came at the door.“Rain?” Thelma called. “Are you decent?”“Come in.”She walked in, took one look at me, and froze. “Oh my God.”I turned awkwardly. “Bad?”“Disgustingly good,” she said, grinning. “If Uncle Lucien picked that, he’s either very brave or very stupid.”Heat rushed to my face. “Why would you say that?”Thelma gave me a look. “Because men are simple creatures, babe. And my uncle is still a man

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE — SOPHIA’S LITTLE RECORDINGRAIN’S POV The moment Sophia hit play, my entire body turned to ice.It was my voice.Soft, broken, and unmistakable. The breathy little whimpers I’d tried so hard to keep quiet upstairs. Then came Lucien’s voice groaning like a curse and a prayer at the same time. Even through the phone’s tiny speaker, the sounds felt intimate. My stomach dropped so violently I thought I might be sick right there in front of everyone.Before I could spiral into full panic, Marcus moved like lightning. He snatched the phone from Sophia’s hand, his expression shifting from lazy amusement to something sharp in a heartbeat.“Turn that off,” he said, voice low and lethal. “Right now. Before you make Lucien your enemy for life.”Sophia only smiled like a cat who had finally caught the canary. She clearly thought she had recorded Lucien and Evelyn in some filthy moment upstairs. She had no idea it was me. Not yet.Thelma recovered faster than any of us. She

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE — HIS FAVORITE WEAKNESSRAIN’S POVBreakfast had been torture, but the rest of the day was turning into something far more dangerous.The Vale family estate felt like a gilded cage wrapped in silence and watchful eyes. Every hallway, every antique mirror, every shadowed corner seemed to wait for one of us to slip. Lucien made it impossible to pretend we were nothing. At breakfast he had defended me with that glacial tone that brooked no argument, poured my water with those long, elegant fingers, and adjusted my chair so the morning sun wouldn’t glare in my eyes. To the others he was ice. To me, every glance was molten.I told myself I would avoid him after the library. I failed before lunch.Now, hours later, the house was quiet. Vivienne had retired to her private sitting room with Evelyn. Sophia was somewhere sharpening her claws. Thelma had gone riding, or so the staff said. I slipped into the conservatory on the east wing, drawn by the late afternoon light filt

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN — The Mark of Possession I woke up in the center of the massive bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, though my body felt like it was still on fire. Every muscle ached, a heavy reminder of the hours I’d spent under Lucien. The room smelled of him: expensive cedar, aged whiskey, and the lingering scent of our shared heat. I rolled over, reaching for a space that was already empty. Instead of Lucien, I found a heavy vellum note resting on his pillow. > My office. 9 AM. Don't cover the marks. I'll send you the address of my branch here.> My heart did a slow, heavy thud against my ribs. I looked at the clock. 8:40 AM. I stood up, my legs trembling slightly as I walked toward the mirror. My reflection was a mess of tangled hair and bruised skin. Dark, floral-shaped marks bloomed across my collarbone and the curve of my neck—vivid evidence of how Lucien had claimed me. *Don’t cover them,* he’d said. I looked at the marks, then at the door. I was his ward. I