All Chapters of Seducing my daughter's dad: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV ClariceA bitter taste flooded my mouth as I forced myself up and went after her. This was my job now: being my daughter’s nanny, keeping her safe. Otherwise, they’d throw me out of that house and out of Charlotte’s life.I shouldn’t have let a three-year-old’s tantrum shake me this badly—I was supposed to be the adult here. I swallowed back the tears, wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, and gripped the handle to open the door. Likewise, I found myself facing an empty hallway, cold and silent. That house was enormous; I knew it would take a few minutes before I finally tracked Charlotte down.I’d searched for her for three long years, and now that I’d found her, she was hiding from me all over again.I closed my eyes, and the film of my life played through my mind like a trail of gunpowder. That house reminded me of my past, the luxury I’d once lived in before the final blow, before the betrayal that destroyed my life. I was just the shadow of the woman the world once knew. That ho

“We’ll save the explanations for later.” Baltazar cut in, pulling his instruments out of his bag. “I need to help little Charlotte first.”That bastard already knew exactly who my daughter was and where she’d been all along. I still remembered his promises to help me find her, his sweet words swearing he’d help while he lied straight to my face the whole time. I watched his hands touch Charlotte’s skin, the same hands that tried to kill me, the same hands that had ripped her away from me and condemned me to three years of hell.My throat closed up again, tears ready to fall. I shifted my feet slightly, circling around the bed, ready to leave the room, when Gabriel’s hand caught my wrist, his body stepping into my path, right as the first tear slid down my face.“I didn’t tell you to leave.” He tightened his grip, his words coming out in an indistinct murmur. “You stay right here until I understand what happened.”“Do you think I did this to your daughter?” I clenched my jaw as I stare

POV ClariceMy face stayed flat, indifferent. I'd already weathered a storm—Baltazar and his threats weren't about to make me flinch now. I should have walked straight past him, ignored him, and left, but I wanted to hear what he had to say. Not only that, but I wanted him to explain every last reason he was standing there.He glanced around, checking that it was safe, then turned and started walking. My feet carried me after him like a magnet pulling me straight toward danger. He crossed past the property's fence along the side, where no one would see us. He opened the gate, slipped past the security guards, and headed down the street. I followed him, every step like a dog tracking the scent of food. He climbed into a white car. Ten seconds later, I climbed in after him.The air inside the car was hot. The smell of stale cigarettes turned my stomach. I hesitated for a moment, sitting beside him, before finally speaking:“Since when are you my daughter's doctor?” A bitter smile crosse

POV ClariceMy knees buckled the moment I reached the front of the Lancaster mansion. Baltazar’s words kept circling through my mind like the poison he’d used trying to kill me.My stomach churned. Suddenly, his idea didn’t seem so crazy anymore; there wasn’t a single minute when I wasn’t turning it over in my head. The thought of marrying Gabriel Lancaster to legally become Charlotte’s mother, without him ever finding out who I really was, was by far the most insane idea I’d had since I took on a new identity.I lived like a fugitive, moving through the shadows, hidden from the world so no one would ever uncover the truth, but Baltazar was right about one thing: those people would do whatever it took to destroy me. I’d felt a taste of that just the day before.I circled around through the narrow side passage, slipping in through the staff entrance, praying I wouldn’t run into Gabriel that day. The kitchen door stood open when I walked in. I took it one step at a time until I stopped

POV GabrielI was used to it by now. Used to the biased gossip about my love life. This time, a newspaper lay spread across my desk, positioned exactly where I’d see the headline. I preferred staying out of the spotlight, so I avoided social media and TV. That newspaper was the fastest way for news to reach me.A photo of me next to Emily, with a set date for our wedding. I grabbed the paper and crumpled it. I was about to make a call when my head of security walked into my office.For a few seconds, I forgot I’d even called for him. I flinched, biting back the words pressing against the roof of my mouth before I could shout. I wasn’t angry about the article—I was angry because Helena, my mother, kept meddling in my private affairs, determined to control every last piece of my life.He set a folder on my desk and slid it toward me with his fingers. I looked at it, forcing myself to focus on what actually mattered. I let out a hard breath and lifted my eyes to him.“This is everything