All Chapters of Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

**Chapter 110: The Verdict** The morning of the verdict dawned gray and heavy, the kind of sky that pressed down on the city like a judgment already passed. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the penthouse, hands pressed to the cool marble counter, trying to steady my breathing. My cream-colored courtroom dress hugged my body, the slight swell of my belly barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking for it. Three months along. Our third child. A secret I carried like fragile glass while the world tried to shatter everything else. Damien appeared behind me in the reflection. He adjusted the cuffs of his charcoal suit, the ankle monitor hidden beneath tailored trousers. The scar along his ribs pulled slightly as he moved, a permanent reminder of the knife Victor’s allies had sunk into him in prison. His gray eyes met mine in the mirror—stormy, unreadable to the rest of the world, but I saw the fire beneath. “Come here, little one.” I turned and walked into his arms with

**Chapter 112: Prison Wife**The penthouse felt like a gilded cage without him.I stood barefoot in the nursery at 2:17 a.m., rocking Seraphina against my chest while Dami slept fitfully in his crib. My back ached from the pregnancy, and my breasts were heavy again, leaking through the silk of my robe. Three weeks. Damien had been gone for twenty-one days, and every single one had carved another piece out of me.“Shh, my love,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to Sera’s downy head. “Mommy’s here.”But Mommy was unraveling.The press had dubbed me “The Prison Wife.” Tabloids ran daily photos of me leaving the federal prison, always in black, always with security flanking me like a queen in mourning. Social media was worse—some called me a gold-digging traitor, others a tragic romantic icon. Victor Voss fed them all the ammunition they needed.I carried the weight of Voss Enterprises on my shoulders now. Board meetings through video calls while pumping breast milk. Emergency strategy sessio

**Chapter 114: Brother’s Revenge**The penthouse felt haunted.I paced the nursery at dawn, Seraphina asleep in my arms while Dami kicked restlessly in his crib. My reflection in the window showed a woman I barely recognized—pregnant belly rounded at five months, eyes shadowed with exhaustion and doubt. Victor’s folder lay burned in the fireplace downstairs, but the words were branded behind my eyelids.*He framed me. He destroys what threatens him.*Damien had admitted it without flinching. He’d done worse things for less. And still, I had dropped to my knees in that sterile conjugal room and taken him down my throat like a good girl, desperate for the taste of his control.I was in too deep. Loving a monster didn’t make him less monstrous. It only made me question my own sanity.Victor’s campaign began the next morning.It started with the media. Every major outlet ran explosive new “revelations” about Damien’s past. Old police reports. Anonymous sources claiming Damien had ordered

**Chapter 116: Blood Behind Bars**The prison infirmary smelled of bleach, blood, and fear.I sat in a cold plastic chair in the waiting area, Seraphina bundled against my chest in a carrier and Dami asleep in a portable bassinet beside me, guarded by four armed men Kane had summoned. My hands were stained with faint traces of Damien’s blood from when I’d grabbed his chart from a nurse in desperation. Five stab wounds. One had nicked his lung. Another had come dangerously close to his heart.Victor had finally drawn first blood in the most literal way.“Please,” I whispered to no one, rocking gently even though Sera was calm. “Please don’t take him from us.”Hours blurred. Doctors came and went with grim faces. Victor Kane arrived looking like he hadn’t slept in days, his tie loosened, eyes bloodshot.“They’re still in surgery,” he said quietly. “He lost a lot of blood. But he’s fighting. That man doesn’t know how to die quietly.”I laughed, a broken sound. “He promised he’d come home

**Chapter 117: Enemy Alliance**The penthouse had transformed into a fortress under siege.Damien sat at the head of the dining table like a king on a cracked throne, his jaw clenched against the obvious pain radiating from his still-healing wounds. It had been only nine days since his return on house arrest. The new scars pulled tight every time he moved too quickly, and the doctors warned that any stress could trigger setbacks. Yet stress was all we had.Lilith Voss and Victor Voss had formally announced their alliance.The press conference this morning had been a masterclass in cruelty. Side by side on a stage, the elegant ex-wife and the vengeful half-brother painted Damien as a dying tyrant and me as his brainwashed captive. They unveiled “Project Phoenix”—a full merger that would supposedly “save” Voss Enterprises from collapse. In reality, it was a hostile takeover disguised as salvation.“They’re freezing our European accounts,” Victor Kane reported grimly, sliding a tablet to