Lahat ng Kabanata ng DADDY’S PLEASURE : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

My back hit the edge of the marble island before I even realized I’d moved. Alexander stopped just inches away, towering over me, his bare chest rising and falling like he was fighting for control. The air between us felt thick, electric. One wrong breath and everything would spark.“Elara,” he said again, my name rolling off his tongue like a warning and a prayer at the same time. “You shouldn’t be down here. Not like this.”I clutched the edge of the counter behind me, my silk nightdress suddenly feeling far too short, too thin. “I was just getting water. I didn’t think anyone would be awake.”His gray eyes darkened as they dropped slowly down my body and back up. “Yet here you are. Looking like every man’s worst temptation.” He reached past me, his arm brushing my waist, and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. The faint contact made my skin ignite. He filled it with cold water and pressed it into my hands.“Drink.”I obeyed without thinking, the cool liquid doing nothing to calm the

Vows and Velvet LiesThe garden had transformed into a fairytale of white roses and golden chairs. Soft music floated through the air as guests in designer outfits took their seats. I stood at the edge of the aisle in my emerald bridesmaid dress, bouquet trembling slightly in my hands. Everything looked perfect. Everything felt like a lie.Mom walked down the aisle like a queen, glowing with happiness. Alexander waited at the altar, tall and devastating in his black tuxedo, his gray eyes locked on her. But when I followed behind as her only bridesmaid, those same eyes shifted to me. Just for a heartbeat. It was enough to make my steps falter.The officiant began the ceremony. I stood to the side, watching my mother promise forever to the man who had pinned me with hungry stares less than an hour ago.“Do you, Alexander Voss, take Lydia to be your wife?” the officiant asked.Alexander’s voice was steady and deep. “I do.” But his gaze flicked to me again as he said it. My chest tightene

Breakfast and BoundariesSunlight poured through the tall windows of the dining room the next morning, making everything look deceptively peaceful. I’d barely slept, tossing and turning with Alexander’s texts burning a hole in my phone. I’d saved the number. I hated myself for it.Mom was already at the table, looking blissfully happy in a silk robe, sipping coffee. Alexander sat at the head like he owned the world which he did. Freshly showered, in a charcoal shirt with the sleeves rolled up, reading something on his tablet.“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Mom said brightly when I walked in. “Come sit. Maria made French toast just the way you like it.”I forced a smile and took the seat across from Alexander, not beside him. “Morning, Mom. You look… rested.”She laughed, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “Best sleep I’ve had in years. Right, darling?”Alexander looked up, his gray eyes finding mine immediately. “Absolutely. Though I think the jet lag from yesterday is still hitting some

I stared at Alexander’s last message until the screen went dark. Door’s unlocked. The words burned behind my eyelids. I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and pulled the covers over my head, but sleep was impossible. Every creak in the old mansion made me wonder if it was him in the hallway. Every heartbeat reminded me how close we’d come in the library.After twenty restless minutes, I slipped out of bed, threw on a light robe over my silk nightdress, and padded downstairs barefoot. The house felt different at night bigger, more dangerous. I headed to the library, telling myself it was just to read, to distract my racing mind. Not because I hoped he’d find me there.The door was already ajar, a soft golden glow spilling into the hallway.I pushed it open slowly. Alexander stood by the tall windows, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring out at the dark gardens. He’d changed into a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. The casual look made him seem more human. And somehow more intimida

Morning After the AlmostI froze with my phone still glowing in my hand. Mom’s knock came again, softer this time.“Elara? Honey, it’s me.”I quickly deleted Alexander’s last message, set the phone face-down, and cracked the door open. Mom stood there in her silk robe, hair slightly messy from sleep, looking genuinely concerned.“Hey, Mom. What’s wrong? It’s super late.”She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and glanced around my room like she might find answers hidden in the corners. “I saw your light on and thought maybe the new house was keeping you up. Or wedding excitement hangover.” She sat on the edge of my bed and patted the spot beside her. “Come talk to me. We haven’t had a real mother daughter chat since I got married.”Guilt twisted in my chest like a knife as I sat down. “I’m okay. Just… adjusting. Everything happened so fast.”Mom smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear the way she used to when I was little. “Alexander’s a good man, baby. I know it’s weird c