All Chapters of DADDY’S PLEASURE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Lydia’s POVThe morning light filtered through the kitchen windows as I sipped my coffee, staring at the calendar on the wall. The dates blurred together, but one thing stood out clearly: the new semester at Elara’s university was starting in just a few weeks. I’d been thinking about it for days now, turning the idea over in my mind like a puzzle I couldn’t quite solve. Sending her back to school felt like the right thing—the safe thing. Not just for her education, but for the strange tension that had settled over our home like a heavy fog.I watched Elara from the corner of my eye as she came downstairs, still in her robe, hair slightly messy from sleep. She looked beautiful, as always, but there was something different about her lately. A glow. A distraction. Or maybe I was imagining it. The dream from the other night still haunted me—the vivid images of Alexander and her together in ways that made my stomach twist. I pushed the thought away for the hundredth time. It was just a nig

The Unraveling ThreadThe silence in my room after Mom left felt heavier than any words could have been. I sat on the edge of my bed, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the closed door as if it might open again at any moment and reveal everything. The almost-kiss with Alexander still burned on my lips, the memory of his hand on my breast sending conflicting waves of heat and terror through me. Mom had almost walked in on us. Again. How many more times could we play with fire before it consumed us all?I stayed locked in my room for the rest of the afternoon, ignoring the soft knocks from Maria offering lunch and the occasional text from Alexander asking if I was okay. I couldn’t face anyone. Not with Mom’s suspicion growing like a shadow that stretched longer every day. Not with the memory of her voice from the hallway earlier, the way she had sounded so tired and uncertain when talking to him.By evening, the house had settled into its usual rhythm. Mom was in the kitchen directing

Elara’s POVThe afternoon light in the sunroom felt too bright, too exposing, as I sat curled on the wicker chaise with my laptop open but untouched. Mom’s words from breakfast still echoed in my head like a sentence I couldn’t escape: hostel, independence, only home on holidays. The idea of leaving this house leaving him felt like a physical ache in my chest. I’d spent the last hour staring at the same paragraph in my story, the words blurring together as my mind kept drifting back to Alexander’s hands on me, his voice whispering my name like a secret.The door opened softly. Alexander stepped inside, closing it behind him with a quiet click. He crossed the room and sat beside me, pulling me gently into his arms without a word. I melted against him, burying my face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent as if it could anchor me to this moment forever.“I talked to your mother again,” he said quietly, his hand stroking my hair. “She’s set on the idea of you moving into the camp

Elera’s pov The Necessary GoodbyeThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the dining room, casting long golden stripes across the polished table. I sat quietly, pushing my breakfast around my plate, the knot in my stomach making it impossible to eat. Mom had made the decision two days ago, and no amount of pleading from me had changed her mind.“Elara needs to go back to campus properly,” she had said firmly over dinner, her eyes flicking between Alexander and me. “The hostel will be good for her. Structure. Independence. She can focus on her studies and come home during holidays. It’s the best thing for her right now.”Alexander had nodded slowly, his face calm and supportive. “If that’s what you think is best, Lydia, I’ll make the arrangements. I can drive her myself. Make sure she settles in safely.”Now, the day had come. My suitcases were packed and waiting by the front door. Mom hugged me tightly in the foyer, her arms warm and familiar, her perfume the same o