All Chapters of Craving My Forbidden Daddy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

Lila’s POVThe morning of the harvest started before sunrise. Cool air moved through the rows as workers gathered with baskets and clippers. I stood at the edge of the east field with Sebastian beside me. Elias held my hand and pointed at the heavy clusters of grapes with wide eyes.“They’re ready,” Sebastian said. “More fruit than we’ve seen in ten years.”I smiled and adjusted the soft wrap that still supported the twins under my shirt. “Then let’s bring it in.”The work began in earnest. Teams moved down the lines, cutting the ripe bunches and laying them carefully in the bins. I walked the shorter paths, checking quality and speaking with the pickers. Elias stayed close, carrying a small basket Elena had given him. Every time he dropped a grape into it he looked up for approval.“Good job,” I told him. “You’re helping the vineyard just like the grown ups.”He grinned and ran back for more. Sebastian watched from two rows over and called out, “That’s my boy. Strong hands already.”

Sebastian’s POVI stood at the edge of the east rows long after the sun had dropped behind the hills. Inside the house Lila would be resting with one hand on the twins and Elias already asleep in his bed. The lights from the windows reached only a short distance into the dark. I stayed where I was and let the quiet press in.My thoughts moved backward without permission. I saw the boy who first walked these same rows beside a father who measured every word and every acre. That boy learned early that land was power and silence was safety. He watched deals made in closed rooms. He watched people leave when they were no longer useful. He decided he would never be the one who left empty-handed. Those lessons shaped the man I became.The mistakes followed like shadows. I married Sophia because the families expected it and the vineyard needed stability. I stayed in that marriage long after the kindness died. I wrote a will that handed everything to Theo because blood felt like the only prom

Lila’s POVSix years had passed since the harvest festival when Elena first brought the message about the boundary survey. That claim had dissolved after three weeks of quiet legal work, just another echo that lost its power. Now the vineyard stretched farther than I once imagined possible. Contracts reached restaurants in two countries. The small tasting room had grown into a visitor center that stayed busy from spring through autumn.I stood at the top of the main path and watched the children. Elias, already ten, walked between the rows with a serious expression, pointing out the difference between the older vines and the newer plantings to a small group of guests. Samuel and Clara, six years old and full of energy, raced ahead of him, their laughter carrying on the warm air. Dirt stained their knees. Leaves stuck in Clara’s hair. Samuel waved at me when he saw me watching.Sebastian came up the path from the storage barns, sleeves rolled, the same steady walk I had learned to know