All Chapters of Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 44:Clinical LightThe private medical suite on the 18th floor of Voss Tower felt more like a luxury spa than a doctor’s office. Soft lighting, original art on the walls, and a calm, middle-aged physician named Dr. Amara Patel who had been on retainer with the family for years. This was supposed to be a routine check-up—something Damien had quietly insisted on after noticing my persistent fatigue.I sat on the examination table in a paper gown, legs swinging slightly. My blood pressure had come back normal. Heart rate fine. But Dr. Patel’s brow furrowed as she reviewed the bloodwork preliminary results on her tablet.“You mentioned irregular cycles and recent exhaustion,” she said gently. “Any nausea? Sensitivity to smells? Dizziness?”I hesitated. “Some. I thought it was stress. The past couple of months have been… a lot.”She nodded, not pushing. “We’ll run a full panel. In the meantime, I recommend rest, hydration, and monitorin

Chapter 46:Hidden PurchasesThe pharmacy in the quiet residential district was far from the gleaming towers of the city center. I wore a baseball cap pulled low, oversized sunglasses, and one of Damien’s old hoodies that still carried his scent. No security detail. I had slipped away during a supposed solo lunch break, telling Priya I needed to clear my head.My hands trembled slightly as I placed three different pregnancy tests on the counter. The pharmacist, an older woman with kind eyes, didn’t comment. She simply scanned them, bagged them discreetly, and wished me a quiet “good luck.”I shoved the bag into my purse like it contained evidence of a crime and took a circuitous route back to the studio. Every step felt heavier. The fatigue had settled into a constant low hum now, accompanied by waves of nausea that hit without warning. My breasts felt tender. Small things that could still be explained away by stress, iron deficiency, or the emotional rolle

Chapter 48:Fragile GroundMorning light filtered through the penthouse windows, soft and unforgiving. I lay curled against Damien’s chest, his arm a heavy, protective band across my waist, palm resting over my lower belly even in sleep. The steady rise and fall of his breathing should have comforted me. Instead, it amplified the storm inside my head.*Our baby.* He had said those words so fiercely yesterday. Claimed them. Claimed *me*. But biology didn’t bend to dominance, no matter how powerful the man.I placed my hand over his, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. A tiny life grew beneath our joined hands, and I still didn’t know who had created it. The thought made bile rise in my throat again. I slipped carefully out of bed and made it to the bathroom before the nausea peaked.When I returned, Damien was awake, propped against the headboard, watching me with those storm-dark eyes.“Come here,” he said quietly. Not a req

Chapter 50:The PrecipiceThe Foundation launch gala was only four days away, but the world inside the penthouse had narrowed to a single, fragile heartbeat. I moved through the days like a ghost in my own life — attending appointments, approving final designs, forcing smiles while my body quietly transformed around the secret growing inside me.Damien had been a force of controlled intensity since the confirmation. He adjusted his schedule ruthlessly, ensured I ate the right foods, rested at the right times, and never let me out of his sight for long without security. His touches had become more reverent, more possessive, yet I felt the questions he didn’t voice pressing against us like a gathering storm.This morning, I couldn’t take the silence anymore.I waited until he left for an early board meeting, then slipped into the master bathroom with the last unopened test. My hands were steadier this time. The nausea had become a familiar companion,

Chapter 52 :Father vs SonThe air in the penthouse turned to ice the moment Alex’s voice shattered the afterglow. Damien remained buried deep inside me, his powerful body shielding mine from view as he slowly, deliberately pulled out and lowered me to my feet. He adjusted my robe with calm precision before fixing his own clothes, every movement controlled. Lethal.Alex stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wild with rage and disbelief. His gaze dropped to the DNA test results scattered on the floor, the bold conclusion clearly visible: *Damien Voss – 99.99% probability.*“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Alex spat, his voice cracking. “You really did it. You stole everything.”Damien stepped in front of me protectively, his broad shoulders blocking Alex’s view. “You’re not welcome here. Leave.”But Alex wasn’t listening. He stormed further into the living room, eyes locked on me with a mixture of pain and hatred that made my stomach