All Chapters of Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**Chapter 67: Custody Battle**The courtroom smelled of polished wood and old money. I sat beside Damien at the defendant’s table, my hand clasped tightly in his under the heavy oak surface. At twenty-six weeks, my belly made it impossible to hide anymore. The baby kicked restlessly, as if he could sense the war being waged over him before he even drew his first breath.Elena Voss looked impeccable in a cream Chanel suit, her dark hair swept into an elegant chignon. She sat across the aisle with her team of lawyers, occasionally dabbing at dry eyes with a silk handkerchief. The performance was Oscar-worthy. The grieving grandmother trying to save her unborn grandson from a “dangerous, unstable environment.”Victor Kane had warned us this emergency hearing was just the opening salvo. Elena wasn’t here for custody yet—she was here to paint me as unfit and Damien as a monster so the judge would grant her temporary guardianship rights.“Miss Harper,”

**Chapter 69: Will You Marry Me?** The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below the windows. I stood on the terrace in a soft cream silk slip, the cool evening breeze brushing over my skin. My belly was just beginning to show — a gentle swell at twenty-eight weeks — and I kept one hand resting protectively over our son as I stared out at the glittering skyline. Damien had been acting strange all day. Distant but intense. He’d canceled his afternoon meetings without explanation and spent hours in his office with Victor. When he finally emerged, he asked me to wear this slip and meet him on the terrace at sunset. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since. He appeared behind me like a shadow given form. Strong arms slid around my waist, hands settling over my belly as he pulled my back against his chest. His lips brushed my temple. “You look perfect,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Carryin

**Chapter 71: Shattered Trust**The video played on loop in my mind even when I closed my eyes.A sleek hotel suite. Damien’s broad shoulders unmistakable in a tailored black shirt. A beautiful woman with long auburn hair laughing as she leaned into him, hand resting possessively on his chest. Then the bombshell—her tearful interview claiming she was carrying Damien Voss’s child too. The timestamp on the footage was from two weeks ago, right after I’d said yes to his proposal.*“He told me I was special,”* the woman had sobbed to the camera. *“Just like he’s telling her.”*I sat curled up on the chaise in the penthouse living room, knees drawn up as much as my thirty-week belly would allow. The diamond on my finger felt heavier than ever. Damien had spent the last three days trying to extinguish the firestorm. Victor had issued statements. PR teams spun damage control. Damien swore it was Marcus Hale’s latest move—a deepfake mixed with a paid actr

**Chapter 73: The Ghost**The gala was a glittering cage of crystal chandeliers and whispered power plays. Voss Enterprises’ annual charity ball filled the grand ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel, every corner dripping with old money and sharper ambitions. I stood beside Damien in a custom emerald-green maternity gown that flowed elegantly over my thirty-one-week belly, the diamond on my finger catching every light. I should have felt untouchable. Instead, I felt like prey.“You’re breathtaking tonight,” Damien murmured, his large hand resting possessively on my lower back. His thumb stroked slow circles over the silk, right above the curve of my ass. “Every man here wishes he could touch what’s mine.”I leaned into him, drawing strength from his solid presence. After the dirty money confrontation and the intense makeup sex that followed, we’d existed in a fragile truce. He’d been attentive, almost tender. But the shadow of Selena

**Chapter 75: Second Shadow**The press conference played on every screen in the penthouse.I stood frozen in the living room in one of Damien’s oversized button-down shirts, my hand cradling the heavy swell of my thirty-two-week belly, while Selena Drake’s face filled the television. She looked radiant—flawless makeup, soft lighting, one hand resting meaningfully over her still-flat stomach.“I never wanted it to come to this,” she said, voice trembling with practiced vulnerability. “But Damien Voss deserves to know he’s going to be a father again. I’m eight weeks pregnant. And despite what the tabloids say about his engagement to that girl… I believe our child deserves a chance at a real family.”The headline ticker screamed: **DAMIEN VOSS BABY MAMA WAR EXPLODES — TWO PREGNANCIES, ONE EMPIRE.**My stomach twisted violently. Our son kicked hard, as if protesting the chaos his father had dragged us into again.Damien stood behind