Semua Bab DADDY'S DIRTY SECRETS : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The leather backseat of Brody’s Honda Civic was freezing, but I was sweating.​It was messy, rushed, and completely entirely awkward, but I didn't care. I just needed the distraction. I grabbed the collar of Brody’s jacket, pulling him closer, trying to focus on the heat of his mouth against my neck instead of the massive knot of anger that had been sitting in my chest for months.​"Wait, hold up," Brody mumbled, his breath hot against my skin as he shifted his weight. His knee dug into the door handle.​"Just shut up and kiss me," I whispered back, pulling his face down again.​I didn't want to think. I didn't want to think about my mom working another double shift at the hospital. And I definitely didn't want to think about Vance, her brand-new husband, sitting in my living room, acting like he owned the place. I needed to feel something else. Anything else.​Brody’s hands were rough, sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt up higher. My heart hammered against my ribs. We were right

My mom’s car pulled out of the driveway at exactly six in the evening. By six-ten, I texted Brody to come over.​I was still furious. My blood had been boiling all day. I wasn't going to hide in my room and let Vance think he had won. I wanted him to see that his little threats didn't work on me. I marched downstairs wearing my shortest sleep shorts and a tight tank top, practically daring him to say something.​Vance was sitting in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up when I walked in. His eyes dropped to my bare legs, lingering for a second, but his face was completely blank. He didn't say a word. He just went back to his phone.​That indifferent silence made me want to scream.​Ten minutes later, a knock hit the front door.​I didn't hesitate. I yanked the door open, grabbed Brody by the front of his jacket, and pulled him inside. I didn't even say hello. I just dragged him right into the living room, practically shoving him onto the couch, and kissed him har

​I didn't sleep at all. ​By the time morning came, the fear from last night had completely burned away, leaving nothing but pure, destructive hatred. ​My mom was asleep upstairs. Vance was in his home office at the end of the hall. The door was cracked open. ​I didn't knock. I pushed the door wide and marched straight in. ​He was sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop. He didn't even look up. "Knock, Harper." ​"No." I walked right around his desk. ​My blood was practically boiling. I was done hiding in my room. I was done letting him hold all the cards. If he wanted to use threats to control me, I was going to call his bluff. I wanted to see him panic when he realized I wasn't scared of his twisted games. ​I grabbed the screen of his laptop and slammed it shut. ​That finally got his attention. Vance leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes locking onto mine. He didn't look angry. He just looked like he was waiting. ​"You want to threaten me?" I hissed, stepping right betwee

​I practically ran down the hallway.​The second my bedroom door clicked shut, my legs completely gave out. I slid down the hard wood, hitting the floor hard, pulling my knees tight to my chest.​My hands were shaking violently. I stared at the torn, ruined edge of my underwear, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps.​What the f**k did I just do?​Tears of pure frustration burned my eyes. I pressed the heels of my hands against my face, trying to block out the memory of what just happened in that office. But I couldn't. I could still feel the phantom weight of his hands gripping my hips. I could still feel the brutal, relentless way he moved inside me, owning every single part of me.​I hated him. I hated his arrogance, his absolute control, his sick little games. I went into that room to ruin his life. I wanted to show him that I wasn't scared of his threats.​Instead, I completely surrendered.​A sob ripped out of my throat, but I quickly clamped both hands over my mouth. I coul

​I stared at the torn black lace sitting right next to the salt shaker.​My heart completely stopped. The air in the dining room vanished. I could feel Vance looking at me, but I didn't dare meet his eyes. If I looked at him, I was going to crack.​"I'm waiting, Harper," my mom said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you ripped them off."​"I tore them," I blurted out, my voice cracking slightly. I swallowed hard and forced myself to look her in the eye. "I bought them cheap online. I was pulling them up this morning and my thumb went right through the lace. It just ripped. So I threw them away."​My mom stared at me, her eyes narrowing. She wasn't entirely convinced.​"If you're lying to me, Harper," she warned, her voice tight, "I swear to God. I know you've been hooking up with that boy. The one with the stupid car."​"His name is Brody," I defended automatically, though my hands were shaking under the table.​"I don't care what his na