All Chapters of Daddy'S Little Toy : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The satellite phone felt like a live wire hidden in my nightstand drawer.I had sent the message two days ago. No reply yet. Every hour that passed without a response made my anxiety worse. I moved through the villa like a shadow — playing with the children, cooking meals, letting Alexander hold me at night while my mind raced with plans and fears.Alexander was watching me more closely than ever. He canceled most of his calls and stayed on the island, his presence a constant, suffocating weight. He made love to me every night with fierce tenderness, as if trying to remind me why I belonged to him. I let him. My body still responded, even as my heart fractured.This morning, I was in the nursery folding clothes when he walked in. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying me with those sharp gray eyes.“You’ve been quiet again,” he said softly. “Distant. I don’t like it.”I forced a small smile and kept folding. “I’m just tired, Daddy. The pregnancy is getting harder.”He

Six days left.The countdown burned in my mind like a brand. Every sunrise brought me closer to the lawyer’s promised help — and closer to the terrifying possibility that Alexander would discover everything before I could escape with our children.I spent the morning on the beach with Alex and Sofia, forcing laughter as they built sandcastles and chased waves. My hand never left my pregnant belly, as if I could shield the new life inside me from the storm brewing around us. The rose-gold collar felt heavier than ever, a constant 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 his eyes were sharp. He had barely left my side since the night he caught me in the study. His love had always been possessive, but now it felt like a cage tightening around me with every passing hour.When the children napped after lunch, he found me in the garden. I was sitting on the stone bench, staring at th

Two days.The words repeated in my head like a heartbeat as I watched the sunrise from the balcony. The ocean looked peaceful, endless, mocking me with its beauty. Two days until the lawyer’s boat arrived at the north cove. Two days to get the children ready without Alexander suspecting anything. Two days to escape the man who had killed my mother to own me.I touched the rose-gold collar around my neck. It felt heavier than ever.Alexander stepped onto the balcony behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His large hand rested protectively on my pregnant belly. He kissed the side of my neck, right above the collar.“You’re up early again,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. “The grief is keeping you awake.”I leaned back against his chest, forcing my body to relax even as my mind screamed. “It’s hard to sleep with everything on my mind.”He turned me in his arms and cupped my face, his gray eyes searching mine with that intense, possessive gaze that had both terrif

The boat engine grew louder in the distance, cutting through the night like a promise of freedom.I stood frozen on the path to the north cove, the children clinging to my legs, their small bodies trembling with confusion and fear. Alexander stood a few feet away, his powerful frame silhouetted by the moonlight, his gray eyes locked on me with a mix of pain, anger, and that terrifying possessiveness that had defined our entire relationship.“Ava,” he said, voice low and raw. “Don’t do this.”Tears streamed down my face. My hand protectively covered my pregnant belly as I backed away slowly, shielding Alex and Sofia behind me.“I have to,” I choked out. “I can’t stay here knowing what you did to my mother. I can’t raise our children with a man who killed their grandmother to own their mother. I have to protect them from you.”Alexander took a step forward. His hands were clenched at his sides, but he didn’t lunge. Not yet.“You think I would hurt them?” he asked, voice breaking slightl

The boat’s lights disappeared into the darkness, taking my last hope with it.I stood on the wet sand, soaked to the bone, my pregnant belly heavy and aching from the struggle. Alex and Sofia clung to my legs, sobbing in confusion and fear. Alexander held me from behind, his strong arms locked around my waist like iron bands, one hand protectively over my belly as if shielding our unborn child from the chaos he had created.The night air was cold, but his body heat burned against my back. His breath was ragged against my ear.“You tried to leave me,” he whispered, voice rough with a mix of pain and fury. “With my children. After everything I’ve given you.”I couldn’t speak. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the seawater. The rose-gold collar felt like it was choking me. The failed escape had shattered the last fragile illusion of peace I had been clinging to.Alexander turned me in his arms, forcing me to look at him. His gray eyes were dark, stormy, filled with an intensity th