Semua Bab Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Bab 101 - Bab 110

**Chapter 103: Exposed**The video was everywhere.By morning, every major news outlet, gossip site, and social media platform had clipped, slowed down, or looped the most damning segments. My voice—breathy, broken, crying out “Daddy, please”—played on repeat. The sound of leather striking skin. The wet, obscene rhythm of Damien fucking me from behind. My tear-streaked face twisted in pleasure and surrender.#VossBDSM leaked. #DaddysGoodGirl trended worldwide. Memes. Reaction videos. Late-night hosts making jokes. Religious groups calling for my children to be taken away. Feminist commentators debating whether I was empowered or brainwashed.I couldn’t stop watching.Curled in the corner of the nursery sofa with a blanket wrapped tightly around me, I refreshed my phone again and again, even as Damien tried to take it away. Seraphina fussed in her crib while Elias slept through the chaos, blissfully unaware that their mother had been reduced to internet porn.“Isla, enough.” Damien’s v

**Chapter 105: Invasion**The island no longer felt like paradise.It felt like a battlefield.Elena and Lilith stood on the helipad like two queens who had come to conquer, flanked by three lawyers in crisp suits and two cameramen who were already filming. The morning sun glinted off the documents in Elena’s manicured hand.I stood beside Damien in my simple white sundress, the rose-gold collar he had locked around my throat the night before now burning like a brand under their stares. Seraphina fussed in my arms while one of the nannies held Elias nearby, both babies sensing the tension crackling in the air.“You have no jurisdiction here,” Damien said, his voice low and lethal. He hadn’t bothered putting on a shirt, standing barefoot in linen pants like a savage king defending his territory. “This island is sovereign private property. Leave.”Elena smiled coldly. “Not anymore. These are emergency orders signed by Judge Harlan. Due to the leaked video, your documented BDSM lifestyle

**Chapter 106: The Flight**The private jet felt both like salvation and a coffin.Seraphina lay in a specially equipped medical incubator secured in the cabin, tiny wires and tubes connecting her to monitors that beeped with terrifying regularity. Her fever had stabilized just enough for transport, but her breathing was still labored, her small chest rising and falling too quickly. Elias slept in a bassinet nearby, peaceful and unaware that his twin sister was fighting for her life.I sat beside the incubator, one hand slipped through the access port, gently stroking her tiny arm. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. My body ached from days of tension and pumping. The rose-gold collar around my throat felt heavier than ever — a reminder of surrender in the middle of chaos.Damien sat across from me, looking every inch the powerful man who refused to be broken. Sleeves rolled up, jaw clenched, eyes never leaving our daughter. He had barely slept either, but somehow still radiated contro

**Chapter 107: The First Wife**The Zurich hospital suite felt smaller every day.Seraphina had turned a corner — her color was better, her feeding stronger, and the doctors were cautiously optimistic about discharging her from the ICU within the week. Elias was thriving, demanding attention with loud, healthy cries. But peace refused to settle over me.The anonymous text burned behind my eyes every time I closed them.*Damien killed his first wife. Caroline didn’t drown by accident.*I had deleted it, but the words had rooted themselves deep. Every time Damien kissed me, every time he called me his good girl, the doubt gnawed harder. I loved him. I wore his collar. I had given him two children. But the secrets were piling up like bodies I couldn’t see.While Damien was in another strategy meeting with Victor about the corporate bleeding, I did something I promised myself I wouldn’t do again.I investigated.Using the secure tablet he had given me for “safe browsing,” I started diggin

**Chapter 109: The Deal**The hospital garden was quiet except for the gentle trickle of a fountain and the distant hum of Zurich traffic. I sat on a stone bench in a heavy coat, Seraphina bundled against my chest in a carrier, her steady breathing the only thing keeping me grounded. Elias was safe upstairs with the nurses and Damien, who was in another strategy meeting.I shouldn’t be here.But Lilith Voss had sent another message. This one included a photo — a recent ultrasound of Seraphina’s heart defect before surgery. A clear threat. *Come alone or the world sees how unstable the mother really is.*She appeared exactly on time, elegant in a tailored black coat, her ice-blonde hair pulled into a flawless chignon. She sat on the opposite end of the bench, legs crossed, looking every inch the predator she was.“You came,” she said, voice smooth. “Good. That means some part of you still has a functioning survival instinct.”“What do you want, Lilith?”She smiled, cold and beautiful.