Todos los capítulos de Daddy'S Filthy Toy : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

I waited until the house was completely silent. The children were asleep. Alexander had finally drifted off after holding me tightly through the night. His arm had been heavy across my pregnant belly, as if even in sleep he refused to let me go. At 2:17 AM, I slipped out of bed. My bare feet moved silently across the cool floor as I made my way to his study. The rose-gold collar felt heavier than ever around my neck. I took out the black USB drive again and plugged it into the laptop. Hundreds of files appeared. Medical records. Bank transfers. Voice recordings. Videos. I started opening them one by one. Emails between Alexander and my mother when I was sixteen. Her growing suspicion. His calm denials. Then the tone shifted — threats, large payments to doctors, NDAs, and a private medical facility. My hands shook as I clicked on the final video. My mother’s face filled the screen. She looked exhausted and terrified. “I know what you’re planning,” she said, voice trembling. “Yo

I couldn’t sleep. Even with Alexander’s warm body curled protectively around mine, his hand resting on my pregnant belly, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. The gentle sound of waves outside the villa window usually soothed me. Tonight, it felt like a cage closing in. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother’s face from that video — pale, terrified, broken. Her voice begging Alexander not to destroy me the way he had destroyed her. Grief hit me like a wave I couldn’t outrun. She had tried to save me. And he had killed her for it. Tears slipped silently down my cheeks. I bit my lip hard to keep from sobbing out loud. Alexander stirred behind me, his arm tightening around my waist as if he could sense my distress even in sleep. “Babygirl…” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “You’re crying again.” I didn’t answer. What could I say? That every time he touched me, I remembered he was the man who had taken my mother away so he could own me completely? He turned me gently onto

The island paradise was starting to feel like a prison with golden bars. I spent the morning on the beach with the children, forcing smiles as Alex built sandcastles and Sofia chased waves. My hand never left my belly, as if protecting the new life inside me from the darkness surrounding us. The rose-gold collar felt tighter today, a beautiful reminder of the man who had killed my mother to own me. Alexander watched us from the terrace, his powerful frame relaxed in a white linen shirt, but I could feel his eyes on me constantly. He was always watching now. When the children napped after lunch, he found me in the nursery, folding tiny clothes with trembling hands. “You’re still pulling away,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him. “I can feel it in every touch, every look.” I didn’t deny it. The grief and horror had been building like a storm inside me for days. “How can I not?” I whispered, voice cracking. “Every time you touch me, I remember that video. I remember her vo

The days that followed my discovery became a silent war. I smiled for the children. I let Alexander hold me at night. I even let him make love to me — slow and careful because of the pregnancy — while pretending the horror in my heart wasn’t growing bigger with every breath. But inside, I was planning. The rose-gold collar, once a symbol of surrender and love, now felt like a tracking device. Every time it brushed my skin, I remembered my mother’s terrified voice begging for my life. Alexander knew something had shifted. He watched me constantly, his gray eyes sharp and unyielding. He canceled more meetings, stayed closer to the villa, and made sure I was never truly alone. One afternoon, while the children napped, he found me in the garden. I was sitting on a bench, staring at the ocean, one hand protectively on my belly. “You’re still thinking about her,” he said quietly, sitting beside me. “I can see it in your eyes.” I didn’t deny it. The grief had become a constant com

Alexander stood in the doorway of the study, his tall frame silhouetted by the hallway light. His eyes moved from my tear-streaked face to the tablet lying on the floor, the screen still glowing with the open “Ava Contingency” folder. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. “Babygirl,” he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a quiet click. “You weren’t supposed to see that.” My back pressed against the wall, one hand protectively over my pregnant belly. My heart hammered so hard I could barely breathe. “You planned it all,” I whispered, voice shaking. “If I ever tried to leave with the children… you would hunt me down. Sedate me. Declare me unstable. Use force. You wrote it like I was property to be retrieved.” Alexander crossed the room slowly, his presence overwhelming as always. He crouched in front of me, taking the tablet and setting it aside. Then he reached out and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. “I