All Chapters of Crave Me,Daddy's Good Girl: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

**Chapter 86: Daddy's Reckoning**The intruder had been one of Lilith’s hired men.Security dragged him out before dawn, but the violation lingered like smoke in the air. Someone had made it past three layers of Damien’s elite team. Someone had stood on the same floor where I carried his twins. The thought made my skin crawl as I lay in bed at thirty-seven weeks, my enormous belly rising like a mountain between me and the rest of the world.Damien hadn’t slept.He paced the bedroom like a caged predator in a tailored black shirt and sweatpants, phone glued to his ear as he issued orders in that cold, terrifying voice I used to fear. Now it comforted me.“Find out who let him through. Fire them. Then make sure they never work in this city again.” He ended the call and came to me immediately, sinking onto the edge of the bed. His hand found my belly like a magnet. Both twins kicked in response, as if recognizing their father.“You’re exhausted,” I whispered, reaching up to touch the dar

**Chapter 88: Whispers in the Penthouse** I stared at the ceiling of Damien’s penthouse bedroom, tracing the faint shadows cast by the recessed lighting. Bed rest was supposed to be peaceful. Instead, it felt like being wrapped in silk chains. My back ached from lying in the same position too long, and the twins were practicing karate against my ribs again. Two little hearts I’d only seen on grainy ultrasound screens, but already they owned me completely. “Stop squirming, little girl.” Damien’s voice rolled over me like warm velvet. He sat at the edge of the massive bed, reviewing something on his tablet, one hand resting possessively on the swell of my belly. Even in a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he looked every inch the ruthless CEO who made billionaires flinch. To me, he was simply *Daddy*. “I’m not squirming,” I lied, shifting my hips again. The movement made the silk sheet slip lower, exposing the curve of my stomach under the soft tank top I wore. “They’re

**Chapter 90: The Prodigal Son**My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Even pressed against Damien’s chest, even wrapped in the safety of his arms after the boardroom victory, I couldn’t breathe properly. Alex was in the hospital. Overdosed. A note with my name on it. The words kept looping in my head like a broken record.“You’re not going,” Damien said for the third time, his voice low and final. He held me tighter, one hand splayed protectively over my belly where the twins were unusually quiet, as if they too could sense the storm. “You’re on strict bed rest. The doctor said any stress could trigger labor again. I won’t risk you or them. Not for him.”I tilted my head back to look up at him. His jaw was locked, eyes stormy gray. The same man who had just burned billions in potential value for me was now vibrating with a different kind of fury—possessive, paternal, and deeply territorial.“He’s your son, Damien.”“And he tried to kill himself to punish us.” His tone was ice-cold, but I c

**Chapter 92: Fractured Loyalties**The penthouse felt colder than usual, even with the city lights sparkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I lay curled on my side in the massive bed, one hand resting on the tight drum of my belly, the other clutching my phone. The screen showed Mia’s last text from three days ago: *You sure about all this? Call me if you need to escape the tower, babe.*I hadn’t answered. Now she was in a holding cell because of me.Damien walked back into the bedroom, his shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. The scent of whiskey and his cologne reached me before he did. He set a glass of chilled coconut water with electrolytes on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed behind me, pulling my back against his chest without asking.“Victor spoke to her lawyer,” he said quietly, lips brushing my ear. “She’s denying everything except two meetings. Claims Marcus threatened her family. The wire transfers tell a different story.”A sharp pang twisted through my l

**Chapter 94: Shadows of the Past**The mysterious text burned in my mind like a brand.*Damien’s first wife didn’t die by accident. Ask him about the boat.*I had deleted it immediately, but the words stayed, echoing every time the penthouse fell quiet. Who sent it? Mia? One of Elena’s people trying to fracture us further? Or someone new?I lay in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, one hand resting on my belly where the twins were doing their nightly gymnastics. Damien was in his study handling another late-night crisis with Victor. The faint murmur of his voice through the cracked door should have comforted me. Instead, it made my stomach twist with unease.He returned twenty minutes later, loosening his shirt buttons as he crossed the room. The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression shifted from CEO to Daddy—protective, hungry, focused.“You’re thinking too hard again,” he said, voice low. He climbed onto the bed and pulled me gently against him, careful of my belly. “Your hea