All Chapters of Billionaire Daddy and Son’s Nun Maid: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

IRISThe silver coffee pot trembled against the porcelain rim of Eli’s cup as I stood between father and son at the dining table, serving their morning meal.My whole body was aching. Every muscle in my legs felt sore and tired from the confrontation at the bottom of the grand staircase just an hour ago. My skin still felt hot where Eli’s large hands had marked me, and the secret, shameful ache deep between my thighs was a reminder of how he had fingered me in the dark shadows.Breakfast in the Hawthorne estate was always a tension field, but today the air in the dining room felt suffocating.Eli sat at the head of the long table, radiating an oppressive silence that kept everyone on edge. He wore a crisp dark suit, his broad shoulders broad and still. He didn't say a single word as I tipped the silver pot over his cup, but I could feel his dark eyes tracking every tiny move of my hands. My breath hitched in my throat. I kept my gaze glued strictly to the white tablecloth, terrified t

ELIMateo came over to the mansion for an unexpected evening meeting regarding our business investments. But the moment he stepped into my private study, I knew he wasn't just here for business. Mateo was too sharp, too observant, and far too bored for his own good.He leaned against the wooden desk, swirling the golden liquor in his crystal glass. His bright, dangerous eyes scanned the dimly lit room before landing squarely on my face."You look tense, old friend," Mateo said, a wicked, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Still dealing with that internal fire you can't seem to put out?"I sat back in my high leather chair, my expression a wall of stone. "We have six offshore accounts to review, Mateo. Keep your focus on the numbers.""Oh, I'm focused," Mateo laughed softly, taking a slow sip of his whiskey. "I'm just noticing things. The whole mansion feels packed with a strange, hidden electricity tonight. It's thick enough to choke on." He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a

IRIS "Strip. Get naked for daddy. I want to watch you be my bad girl," Eli’s deep voice sliced through the silence of the study. "Gladly, Daddy," I purred, my voice coming out like a tiny whimper. My heart thudded violently inside me as I looked into his dark, storm-filled eyes. There was no room for argument, no space to run. The wooden door was locked, and the room was filled with the thick, suffocating warmth of his presence. A sweet, shameful heat pooled deep in my stomach, making my knees tremble. I wanted this. I was addicted to the way he make me feel, the way he stripped away my innocent mind, bringng out of the desperate, hungry girl underneath. With trembling fingers, I reached for the buttons of my uniform. I unbuttoned the front piece by piece, my hands shaking so hard I could barely work the cloth. I unpinned my white apron and let it drop to the floor. Next came the blue fabric of my dress, sliding off my shoulders and pooling around my ankles. Finally, I unhooke

IRIS The crisp parchment of the official Hawthorne Medical School examination registry crinkled tantalizingly between Liam’s manicured fingers.My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the paper. It was real. The official gold-embossed crest of the medical school gleamed under the warm desk lamp of Liam’s private study, casting a soft, golden reflection against the dark wood. My heart leaped inside my chest, hammering so violently against my chest that I was certain he could see the beating pulse jumping under the thin cotton of my collar.That single piece of paper was my golden ticket for me. It was my future, my freedom, and the only way I could ever earn enough money to pull my sick brother Joseph out of that freezing, damp orphanage.I took a slow, desperate step forward, my small, raw hand instinctively reaching out toward the light. "Master Liam... is that..."Before my fingertips could even brush the smooth, expensive edge of the registry, Liam pulled the form back with a

IRIS A towering, motionless silhouette blocked the narrow entrance to the servants' quarters, cutting off the dim hallway light and casting a long, dark shadow down the cold stone passage.My heart didn't just drop—it froze solid in my chest, every muscle in my body locking up in an instant.I had been walking on air just seconds ago, keeping my back close to the cool wall as I tiptoed through the silent, sleeping mansion. My body was still humming from the intense, shameless heat of Liam’s touch. My inner thighs were still damp and slick beneath my uniform, my pulse still wildly racing from the explosive climax he had wrung out of me on his lap. Tucked tightly against my ribs, hidden beneath the white linen of my apron, was the crisp, official Hawthorne Medical School examination form. The gold seal was signed. My future was secured. My sick brother Joseph was finally going to be saved.I was carrying my entire life in my shaking hands. But the moment I turned the sharp corner towar