All Chapters of Don't Stop Daddy, Please!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sound of shattering glass rang sharply through the silence of the now-empty apartment. Zane swung his arm violently, sweeping the porcelain flower vase off the table. It crashed against the marble floor, breaking into countless pieces along with the water and several withered flower stems.His breathing was ragged, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the living room, now in complete disarray because of his own rage. Still unsatisfied, he grabbed the sofa cushions and hurled them in every direction until they slammed against the walls and the chandelier. He ran his fingers roughly through his hair in frustration, unable to accept the fact that the room, which Emma had always kept perfectly tidy, had now become a mess because of the desperation consuming his ego.Amid his heavy breathing, the phone in his hand vibrated. A notification appeared from Emma's social media account. With hurried, demanding movements, Zane immediately opened her latest post.It was a photo of the view from

Emma’s blood instantly boiled upon hearing the dismissive words from the mature man in front of her. Her pride, which had just been trampled on by Zane, was now ignited even worse by Lucas’s cold attitude. Instead of feeling afraid or shrinking back, Emma’s emotions exploded past the boundaries of rationality."A professional male model?" Emma hissed, the corner of her lips curving into a dangerous, defiant smile. "Save that cheap advice for yourself, Mr. Blackwood."Without wasting any time, Emma rose from the sofa in a swift movement, strutted arrogantly toward the VIP room door, and pulled the knob as if she were truly about to leave the place.However, just as the door opened halfway, Emma’s steps halted. She turned back in a flash, shut the door again with a sharp *click*, and charged toward Lucas, who was still standing in his spot with a stunned gaze.Before Lucas could react, Emma pushed the man’s broad chest hard backward until his back hit the king-sized bed in the room, fal

Zane's breathing was still ragged as shards of glass from the bottle he had smashed scattered across the gleaming marble floor. The atmosphere around the VIP corridor instantly fell into silence. Several of Zane's friends stood frozen with pale faces, not daring to utter a single word as they witnessed the outburst of the leading actor who usually appeared calm and confident in public.Amid the turmoil of rage burning inside Zane's chest, Violet Iris carefully stepped closer. She wore the gentlest smile she could manage, hiding the shock she felt over Zane's excessive reaction. Reaching out, Violet softly stroked Zane's muscular arm while resting her head against his shoulder."Zane, calm down... Don't let your emotions get the better of you," Violet whispered in a soft, soothing voice, trying to restore the confidence that had just been shattered.Zane did not answer. His eyes remained fixed on the empty corridor where Emma had disappeared. The overwhelming sense of resentment still

The cold air from the air conditioner inside the luxury SUV instantly evaporated, replaced by a wave of heat that burned the atmosphere between them. The remaining distance between their faces was now no more than a fingernail's breadth. Emma's warm, panting breath blew directly onto the surface of Lucas's lips, shattering the remaining rational defenses he had taken pride in for years."Just once... let us finish what we started last night," Emma whispered again, her voice hoarse and extremely alluring.That sentence became the final trigger for the explosion of emotion and passion Lucas had been holding back since last night. The fortress of pride he had fiercely maintained finally collapsed without a trace. The billionaire's patience was completely exhausted.Without warning, Lucas's strong hands moved swiftly to grasp Emma's slender waist. With one powerful, dominant pull, he lifted her body from the seat, moving her until Emma was now sitting perfectly on his lap, straddling his

Three days had passed since the night of the chaos at the club and Emma’s sudden departure from the apartment. Yet, even now, there was absolutely no sign of the woman’s presence. The apartment door, which usually gave off the familiar jingle of keys in the afternoon, remained firmly locked. There were no incoming messages, no phone calls, and no indication whatsoever that Emma would come crawling back to beg for forgiveness, just as Zane had always believed she would.The situation pushed Zane’s emotions to the brink of frustration. The man roughly raked his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth across the living room of his apartment with a flushed face as he struggled to contain his anger. His dirty clothes were piled up in the laundry basket, his training schedule was a mess, and the messages from his agency asking about his work schedule were left unanswered, one after another, without any clear response from him.“Damn it! Why hasn’t she come back yet?!” Zane exploded,