All Chapters of Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 56:Threats The penthouse had become a fortress. After the death threat, Damien didn’t take any chances. Within twenty-four hours of my discharge from the hospital, our home had transformed. Additional security personnel patrolled the floors below and above us. New cameras were installed in every corner. Bulletproof glass film was added to the windows. I wasn’t allowed to leave without at least four guards, and even then, only with Damien’s explicit approval. I understood the fear. I really did. But I was starting to feel like a prisoner in a golden cage. “You need to rest,” Damien said for the third time that morning, his voice firm as he watched me try to work from the couch. My laptop sat on my thighs, but he kept closing it every time I tried to focus on Foundation designs. “I’m on bed rest, not in a coma,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light. “Dr. Patel said light creative work is fine as

Chapter 58:The AssistantJealousy was a new poison in my veins.I couldn’t stop thinking about her — Natalie. The way she leaned over Damien’s desk, her hand lingering on his forearm, that polished, confident smile. She was everything I wasn’t right now: sleek, put-together, not carrying visible proof of the chaos in our lives.I sat on the couch in Damien’s office while he finished a call, my hands resting protectively over my small bump. The city lights glittered far below, but my mind kept replaying the scene I’d walked in on.When he finally ended the call and turned to me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Who is she really?” I asked, voice quieter than I wanted.Damien raised an eyebrow, leaning back against his desk. “Natalie has been with the company for eight months. She’s competent, discreet, and extremely good at her job.”“She touches you like she’s done it before.”A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips. He crossed his arms, studying me with that piercing intensity that al

Chapter 60:Trust TestThe morning after our intense reconciliation, Damien did something I never expected.He woke me with soft kisses along my shoulder, his large hand resting protectively over my rounded belly. At nearly ten weeks, the bump was more noticeable now, a gentle curve that made everything feel more real.“Morning, little one,” he murmured against my skin. His voice was still rough with sleep, but there was a new determination beneath it.I turned in his arms and kissed him properly, slow and deep. The fight, the jealousy, Natalie’s warning — it all still lingered, but being close to him like this made it easier to breathe.Damien pulled back and studied my face for a long moment. Then he reached over to the nightstand and picked up his phone. He unlocked it and handed it to me.“Take it.”I blinked, confused. “What?”“Everything,” he said calmly. “My phone. My laptop. My email passwords.

**Chapter 62: Punishment**The marble floor was cool against my knees, but it did nothing to temper the heat flooding my body. Damien stood above me like a god carved from shadow and steel, his fingers still tangled in my hair. The city lights painted sharp angles across his face, highlighting the tight set of his jaw and the dangerous darkness in his eyes. He wasn’t yelling. He didn’t need to. His silence was heavier than any shout.“You disobeyed me, Isla.” His voice was low, controlled, each word measured like a blade. “I gave you one clear rule. Stay away from them. And the first chance you got, you ran straight into their web.”“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my throat tight. My hands rested on my thighs, trembling. The swell of my belly pressed lightly against the fabric of my dress—a constant reminder of everything at stake. “Bianca looked so sick, and Alex said—”“I don’t care what they said.” He tightened his grip, tilting my head back further until I had no choice but to meet his

**Chapter 64: The Setup**The emails burned behind my eyes the entire ride back to the penthouse.I read them twice in the car, then a third time while the elevator climbed silently toward the top floor. Each line carved deeper into my chest:*“Make it look natural. Get her in the water. Alex needs to fail publicly. I’ll handle the rescue.”*Bank transfers. Timestamps. A contingency note if things went wrong: *“If she actually drowns, double the payment and disappear.”*Marcus hadn’t lied. The proof was right there in cold black and white—Damien had orchestrated the entire nightmare at the pool party. Not a spontaneous rescue. Not fate bringing us together. A calculated setup so he could play hero and rip me away from his son.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I stepped into the penthouse. The baby was kicking hard, sensing my panic. I pressed both palms to my belly, trying to breathe through the nausea.“Damien?” My voice echoed through the open space.He appeared from the hallway, s