All Chapters of Don't Stop Daddy, Please!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emma's lips against Lucas's neck felt like burning embers searing the warm skin of the man. For a few brief seconds, Lucas held his breath. His grip around Emma's waist tightened for a moment, locking her body firmly against his chest. The biological urge he had struggled to suppress ever since that afternoon at the swimming pool exploded once again without mercy. His lower abdomen burned, stirred by Emma's bold movements as she sat on his lap.However, Lucas was not an ordinary man who would easily lose control because of instant temptation in a dark corner of the night. As Emma grew bolder, covering the skin of his neck with lingering kisses while letting out soft, seductive moans, Lucas's reason snapped back with full force. His pride, dignity, and the iron discipline he had built over the past decade refused to crumble at the hands of a young woman full of deception.With one swift and powerful movement, Lucas seized both of Emma's wrists and forcefully pulled her away from his ne

Time moved slowly, sweeping away the last remnants of the morning mist. Inside his spacious office, Lucas was still standing with his back to the mahogany desk when a soft knock echoed at the door. His personal assistant, Mark, stepped inside with firm strides, carrying a jet-black leather folder. It did not take long for a billionaire's information network to strip away someone's identity."The report you requested, Mr. Blackwood," Mark said as he handed over the folder respectfully.Lucas turned around, accepted the folder without any expression, then flicked his hand, signaling for Mark to leave the room. As soon as the door closed tightly behind him, Lucas opened the documents inside. His sharp eyes immediately focused on the lines summarizing the life of the woman who had thrown his mind into chaos.Full Name: Emma Penelope Reed.Marital Status: Single.Occupation: Personal assistant to actor Zane Bla Wong for the past seven years.Lucas leaned back against his office chair, narr

As soon as the entire outdoor filming session came to an end, the tense atmosphere that had been restrained beneath the scorching beach sun shifted entirely into the privacy of the hotel room. Zane strode inside with heavy footsteps, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang. His handsome face was tightly drawn, filled with flashes of frustration that he had been suppressing in front of the crew.Emma entered a few seconds later, carrying Zane's bag. She remained calm. She placed the bag neatly on the table before turning around to organize the remaining belongings.However, before Emma could take another step, Zane blocked her path. He stood firmly in front of her, his breathing rough as he stared at her with a sharp, demanding gaze."Emma, what was wrong with your attitude at the filming location earlier?" Zane demanded, his voice rising, filled with the wounded pride of a man whose ego had been hurt. "Why didn't you look angry or jealous at all when Violet was clinging to my ar

Emma stepped into her quiet apartment, placing her handbag on the kitchen counter with a long sigh. The exhaustion from the long journey and the drama in the hotel lobby earlier that afternoon still weighed heavily on her shoulders. She took off her shoes, slipped into her comfortable house slippers, and lay down on her gray velvet sofa.The silence of the apartment was usually the best place for Emma to calm her mind. However, her curiosity prompted her to take her phone out of the pocket of her coat. She opened one of the social media applications she used most often to keep track of Zane and Violet's activities online.As soon as the home page loaded, a photo that had been posted just a few minutes earlier immediately appeared at the top of her feed.It was a post from Violet Iris's personal account. In the photo, bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon, Zane and Violet were sharing a passionate kiss in the outdoor area of an upscale café. Zane's arm was wrapped around Violet

An excruciating headache pounded through Zane's head as his consciousness slowly returned. His eyelids felt unbearably heavy, as though they had been forced shut by an unnatural exhaustion. When he tried to move, the cold air from the air conditioner immediately pierced his bare skin.Zane jolted awake. He opened his eyes wide, ignoring the painful throbbing in his temples.His gaze swept across the unfamiliar yet disheveled room. His clothes—his shirt, trousers, and even his underwear—were scattered carelessly across the marble floor. Beside him, beneath the rumpled silk blanket, Violet lay on her side, looking at him with a faint smile that seemed deeply satisfied."What happened...?" Zane muttered, his voice hoarse and raspy. He held his spinning head, trying to piece together the memories of last night.His memory gradually returned to the moment when he had driven Violet home after spending the entire day accompanying her on a shopping trip. Violet had offered him a glass of swee