All Chapters of Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

157 Chapters

Cracks in the Armor

**Chapter 94: Cracks in the Armor**The penthouse had become a pressure cooker of silk sheets, fetal monitors, and whispered secrets.I couldn’t stop thinking about the texts. Caroline. The boat. The missing body. Every time Damien touched me, every time he called me his good girl, the doubt gnawed deeper. I wanted to trust him completely. I *needed* to. But the messages kept coming, each one more specific than the last.This morning’s text had been the worst: *Sealed file 47-B. Caroline Voss. March 12th. No crew listed. Ask him why the lifeboat was never deployed.*I deleted it immediately, hands shaking.“You’re quiet today,” Damien observed. He was massaging my swollen feet with firm, practiced strokes, thumbs digging into the arches exactly how I liked. The late afternoon sun painted golden stripes across his bare chest. “The twins giving you trouble?”“They’re fine,” I murmured, forcing a small smile. One of them kicked as if to prove it. “Just… thinking about the hearing tomorro

Before the Storm

**Chapter 95: Before the Storm**The morning of the emergency custody hearing dawned gray and heavy, fitting the dread coiled in my chest. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the penthouse dressing room, one hand supporting the massive curve of my belly while Damien zipped me into a soft navy maternity dress that somehow made me look both vulnerable and elegant. The twins were active, kicking hard as if they could sense the war we were walking into.“You look perfect,” Damien murmured, hands settling on my hips from behind. His reflection showed the same ruthless control he wore like armor, but his eyes betrayed the storm. “Radiant. Strong. Untouchable.”I leaned back against him, drawing strength from his solid warmth. “I feel like a whale on trial. They’re going to say I’m unstable, manipulated, unfit—”He turned me gently and cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks. “They can say whatever they want. The only thing that matters is what the judge sees: a woman carrying my

Breaking Point

**Chapter 96: Breaking Point** The penthouse felt like a gilded cage on the edge of collapse. Forty hours after the hearing, we still had no ruling from the judge. The waiting was torture. Every notification on Damien’s phone made my stomach twist. The twins had been restless all day, and my contractions had returned—stronger, more regular, but still far enough apart that the doctor advised monitoring at home for now. I paced slowly along the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand under my heavy belly, the other rubbing my lower back. The city skyline blurred through unshed tears. Damien appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my body as best he could with the twins between us. His lips pressed to my temple. “Come back to bed, little girl. You’re supposed to be resting.” “I can’t rest when everything is falling apart.” My voice cracked. “The judge could take them from us the second they’re born. Marcus is dismantling your company piece by piece. Selena’s back. And I keep get

Fighting for life

**Chapter 97: Fighting For Life**Everything was darkness and distant sound.I drifted in and out of it, caught between the sharp edge of pain and the heavy pull of anesthesia. Voices filtered through like echoes underwater.“Blood pressure dropping—”“Push more fluids—”“Baby A is out—boy, 4 pounds 3 ounces—”Then another voice, closer. Damien. Raw. Lethal.“If she dies, every single person in this room loses everything they love. Do. Your. Fucking. Job.”I tried to reach for him, but my body wouldn’t obey. A warm hand squeezed mine—his hand—before the darkness swallowed me again.---**Damien’s POV (brief interlude)**I had never felt fear like this.Not when I built my empire from nothing. Not when Caroline went overboard. Not even when the board tried to rip Voss Enterprises from my hands.But watching them wheel Isla away, her face pale, lips blue, monitors screaming about our babies—*my* family—broke something primal inside me.I refused to leave the operating room corridor. Se

Three Babies

**Chapter 98: Three Babies**The penthouse nursery smelled like baby powder, warm milk, and exhaustion.I sat in the oversized rocking chair at 3:17 a.m., one twin latched to my breast while the other fussed in the bassinet beside me. My body ached from the C-section. My mind felt like it was drowning in thick fog. Postpartum depression had crept in quietly over the past week, wrapping its cold fingers around every joy until even holding my babies sometimes felt overwhelming.Our son, whom we’d named Elias, finally settled against me. Our daughter, Seraphina, whimpered until I switched them with trembling arms. My incision pulled with the movement. Tears pricked my eyes.I was supposed to be glowing. Instead, I felt like a failure in silk pajamas.The door opened softly. Damien stepped in wearing only gray sweatpants, his hair tousled from sleep. Even exhausted, he looked devastating—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the kind of presence that made the world feel smaller.“You should ha

postpartum

**Chapter 99: Postpartum**The penthouse nursery had become my entire world.Soft gray walls, warm lighting, two matching cribs with state-of-the-art monitors, and the faint scent of lavender diffuser mixed with milk and baby lotion. It should have felt like heaven. Instead, it felt like a beautiful prison where I was failing the most important job of my life.Seraphina had been crying for forty-three minutes straight. Elias was finally asleep after a brutal forty-minute feeding session that left both my breasts aching and leaking. My C-section incision still pulled with every movement, and the exhaustion was bone-deep, the kind that made my hands shake when I tried to change a diaper.I rocked Seraphina against my chest, tears silently streaming down my face as I paced the thick carpet. “Please, baby girl. Mommy’s here. Please just sleep.”The door opened quietly. Damien stepped in wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly put-together for 2 a.m. His ey

unwanted family

**Chapter 100: Unwanted Family**The silence after Damien left for the lobby was deafening.I sat in the nursery’s oversized glider, Elias latched to my breast while Seraphina slept in her crib. My heart hammered against my ribs. Lilith Voss was downstairs—bold enough to walk into our building and demand access to *my* babies. The woman who had tried to destroy me through smear campaigns, court motions, and corporate sabotage now wanted to play “family.”The new nannies moved quietly around me, giving me space, but their presence only reminded me how fragile our peace was. I stroked Elias’s dark hair, whispering promises I wasn’t sure I could keep.“Daddy will handle her,” I told him softly. “He always does.”Twenty agonizing minutes later, the elevator chimed. Damien stepped out, radiating controlled fury. His jaw was locked, eyes stormy. Victor followed close behind, already on his phone issuing orders.“What happened?” I asked, voice tight.Damien crossed to me immediately. He lean

The uncle

**Chapter 101: The Uncle**The nursery felt smaller with the weight of the decision hanging over it.I stood at the window overlooking the city, Seraphina asleep against my chest in a soft carrier while Elias napped in his crib. Two weeks old and already our lives were being pulled in ten different directions. Lilith’s attempted “family visit” had been blocked, but now a new ghost from the past wanted in.Alex.Damien leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with that intense, unreadable stare. The Daddy who had worshipped my body last night was gone. In his place was the possessive, territorial billionaire who saw any threat to his family—old or new—as something to eliminate.“You’re seriously considering this,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “After everything he put you through. After he nearly destroyed himself trying to punish us.”I turned to face him. “He’s their half-brother, Damien. Blood. He almost died. If seeing the twins gives him a reason to keep living…

Punished

**Chapter 102: Punished**The playroom door clicked shut behind us with a finality that sent shivers racing down my spine.Damien’s hand was firm on the back of my neck as he guided me deeper into the dimly lit space. The room smelled of leather, wood polish, and the faint metallic tang of restraint. I had only been in here once before, but tonight felt different. Tonight, there was real anger beneath his control.“You went through my private files again,” he said, voice dangerously low. “After I explicitly told you no more secrets. After I opened up about Caroline.”I swallowed hard. My incision had mostly healed, but my body still carried the softness of recent motherhood. I wore only a silk robe, naked underneath, as per his orders on the way here.“I needed to know,” I whispered. “Alex said—”“Alex,” he snarled, spinning me to face him. His eyes were storm-gray, jaw clenched. “My weak, jealous son is still trying to poison you against me. And you listened.”He untied my robe and l

obsession

**Chapter 102: Obsession**The aftercare blanket felt too warm against my overheated skin. I lay curled in Damien’s lap on the wide leather couch in the playroom, my body still trembling from the punishment and the two shattering orgasms he’d ripped from me. His large hand stroked slowly up and down my spine, grounding me, while his other arm held me securely against his chest.But my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.“You stalked me,” I whispered again, the words tasting strange on my tongue. “For over a year.”Damien’s hand paused on my back. He didn’t deny it. Instead, he shifted me gently so I could look up at him. His steel-gray eyes held no shame—only raw, unfiltered possession.“Yes,” he said simply. “I did.”He stood, lifting me effortlessly, and carried me to the seating area in the corner where a sleek monitor and several locked drawers were built into the wall. He set me down on the soft chaise, still wrapped in the blanket, and unlocked one of the drawers with a fingerprint sca

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