Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

DaphneLayla's fingers are gentle against my jaw as she blends color into my cheekbones, both of us crowded into the tiny bathroom mirror of my apartment since I refused to spend a single dollar of Julian's money on a salon for this.The dress hangs off the back of the door behind us, simple white satin, fitted through the bodice and waist before falling loose to the floor, nothing elaborate about it at all, exactly the way I wanted it. My hair's already pinned up into a low bun, a single decorative pin holding it in place, a few loose strands framing my face because Layla insisted it would soften the whole look."So your dad doesn't know." She says it like a question even though it isn't one, dabbing gloss along my bottom lip with the kind of focus she usually reserves for exam questions she actually cares about."He's not invited." I hold still while she works. "None of them are. I don't want my father there pretending he's giving me away when he's made it clear exactly how little I

JulianI check my watch for the third time in as many minutes. Past nine.The church is nearly empty, exactly the way I ordered it, a handful of witnesses shifting uncomfortably near the back pews, the priest pretending to busy himself with something at the altar rather than acknowledge how long this has already stretched past reasonable.Luca steps up beside me, hands in his pockets, studying me with the particular patience of a man choosing his words carefully. "Maybe she got cold feet. Ran off.""She wouldn't.""People do strange things before weddings, Julian. Even the ones who seemed sure of it.""Not her." I don't bother softening the certainty in my voice. "If she doesn't show, it's not because she ran. Something happened."I know it the way I know very little else about this woman with any real confidence. Daphne's mouth lies to me constantly, tells me she wants nothing to do with me, that this is only ever going to be about the money, about her brother, and every singl

JulianThe private lounge is quiet when Marco brings Bianca in.I light my cigar, taking a long drag before blowing out the coiling smoke. I watch her through the dim red light as she comes in, all smiles and sultry looks, clearly pleased with herself.She is wearing a little red dress that leaves very little to the imagination.But seeing isn’t the same as imagining. I can see every deliberate inch of what she’s trying to put on display, and there is nothing in my mind that wants to fill in the blanks.The sight of her alone disgusts me.Little bitch has no idea what she just walked into.She walks toward me with a newfound boldness, wearing a smile that tells me she has already decided why she is here.Interesting.She smooths a hand over her dress before looking at me, her eyes moving slowly over my body as if she’s waiting to find something that confirms whatever fantasy she’s built in her head."Mr. Macini." She says my name like she's savoring it. "You sent for me. I'l

DaphneI come down for breakfast still wearing Julian's shirt, the hem hitting mid-thigh, and Rose looks up from the stove with a smile that reaches all the way to her eyes."Morning, Lady Macini.""I'm not that yet." I settle onto a stool at the kitchen island, cheeks warming despite myself."That's what Julian called you this morning." Rose cracks another egg into the pan, unbothered by my correction. "And he woke up brighter than I've seen him in years, if I'm honest. Whatever you're doing to that man, keep doing it.""I don't think I'm doing anything.""Mm." She gives me a knowing look over her shoulder that suggests she disagrees entirely, but lets it go in favor of plating breakfast instead.She sets a plate in front of me a few minutes later, scrambled eggs, toasted bread, a steaming cup of coffee."How are you feeling?" Rose asks, studying my face a beat longer than necessary."Better." I wrap both hands around the mug, grateful for the warmth. "Still sore, but better.""Good.

DaphneJulian’s fingers find the top button of the shirt I'm wearing, working it loose one at a time like he actually has patience for it despite everything else about the last five minutes suggesting otherwise.I reach for his belt instead, fumbling with the buckle while his tongue slides against mine, both of us clumsy with wanting this too badly to be careful about it."Easy, Kitten." He catches my hands, amused despite the roughness in his voice. "We have time.""I don't want easy.“Something dark crosses his face at that, and he abandons the buttons entirely, gripping the collar of the shirt and pulling it apart instead, fabric giving way with a sound that should probably bother me and doesn't at all. I'm bare within seconds, and he takes one long look before his mouth finds my throat, my collarbone, working lower with a hunger that has my whole body arching toward him.I finally get his belt undone, shoving his pants down over his hips, and he steps out of them without bre