Semua Bab Please me, Stepdaddy: Bab 71 - Bab 80

LIANA'S POVI didn't even bother sitting back down. I ran straight for the door the second I saw him, throwing myself into Zayn's arms before he'd fully stepped inside.He looked different outside his camp clothes. Instead of board shorts, he wore a fitted button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His dark hair was neatly styled rather than messy and tangled from the ocean. Still tall enough that I had to tilt my head back to look at him properly, still that same easy, unhurried smile, though something in his eyes looked a little more nervous than it had on the island, like showing up here mattered more to him than he wanted to admit."You came!" I pulled back just enough to take the flowers from his hands, breathing them in. "These smell amazing.”“You disappeared on me pretty fast at the pickup lot.” He grinned, and I noticed how carefully he chose his words. “Figured I’d try again properly this time.”I smiled and held the flowers even tighter as memories of th

LIANA'S POVI sat back on the bed, my head already spinning.My whole body went cold.I looked at him, feeling something close to disgust. Not toward him, but toward myself, I was disgusted with myself.If he knew I was his cousin’s ex and everything that had happened between us, including the assault, then…He stayed. He fucked me.Eww…“When did you find out I dated your cousin?” I asked.“Liana, stay calm…” he started.“Don’t tell me to stay calm.” I snapped, standing up from the bed and moving even closer to him.This was a whole load of betrayal.He fucked me…he saw me naked I felt so stupid.Goosebumps forming in my hand."I only heard bits of it. Saw a few photos on his phone once, put it together after that first day at camp when I saw your face." He held both hands up, careful, slow. "I was going to ask you what happened between you two. Why things ended so badly. I didn't want to just assume."I searched his face for the lie, for any hint that he'd known the whole time and

HERMES' POV⚠️DISCLAIMER: read at your own risk “Arghh ….” I let out a frustrated groan… I was still trying to find out about Marco’s death. It had been fucking months, and everything led to a dead end.Progress, yes. But it was too little. The universe knew too well how much I hated slow-burn progress.It was the worst… the absolute worst moments.I stared at the system and realised so many stocks and parcels were missing. The factors wouldn’t stop crossing borders, and I never stopped surprising them.The smuggling operation was already three names deep into confessions when word came up from the ground floor.“Sir.” One of my men stood there, breathless. “Basement 34. The captive isn’t who we thought.”I turned from the ledger I’d been reviewing. “Explain.”“It’s not the original prisoner. Someone swapped places with him days ago. We don’t know how, or when exactly the real one escaped.”My jaw tightened. “Bring me whoever was responsible for that block.”Two men were dragged in

HERMES' POVI caught her wrist before the blade got anywhere close, twisting hard until she cried out and the knife clattered to the floor. She didn't stop fighting, legs, elbows, every angle she could find, until I had her pinned flat against the wall, her wrists locked above her head, my body blocking every angle she could've used against me."Is this what you want," she spat, breathless, glaring up at me. "Because if you're going to fuck me, at least have the decency to say so."I said nothing, more like I was dumpfounded, it was a whole load of crazy behaviour I hadn't seen…not at all. At least for this gender, I was used to most of them just being princess and not that feisty, or she has grown that habit. I pulled both of her hands in place, pinned her to the wall and held her legs from moving with mine."Cooperate," I said flatly, ignoring the bait entirely.The guards stepped forward, ready to strike her for the knife…gun set and directed to her…but heaven forbid I abuse a w

LIANA'S POVI came down for breakfast still tying my hair up and stopped dead in the doorway.Someone new sat at our table.Tattoos climbed from the side of her neck down her arm, delicate roses inked across her collarbone, disappearing beneath the strap of her top. Her skin, otherwise flawless and pale, still carried faint yellow-green shadows along her jaw and wrist, bruises fading but not gone.Cream-blonde hair, cut sharp into a bob that grazed her chin, framed dark, dramatic makeup, winged liner sharp enough to cut, lips stained deep red.She looked less like a house guest and more like someone who'd walked out of a fight and would happily walk into another one before breakfast finished.The table was already set, eggs, toast, a bowl of fresh fruit steaming faintly in the morning light…. but she hadn't touched any of it. Just sat there, posture perfectly straight, fork resting untouched beside her plate, eyes tracking the room like she was cataloguing every exit, every window, e