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“It’s a good thing Domini fills in for you.” “A good thing? Right. I’m lucky she doesn’t lock the damn door and hide in the storage room when I’m gone.” She sighed dramatically. “Dommy is sweet and all, but she should not be allowed out of the kitchen. I can’t believe Macie made me train her for front work. What a waste.” India figured Cat’s pronunciation of “Dommy” as dummy wasn’t accidental. “I still think it’s lucky for you or else you couldn’t flit off to Denver every month.”

At the same time, Dom got out of the car, and after a brief exchange of glances, they both pulled themselves together, smiling as they walked forward. Andy warmly welcomed them into the entrance, joking, "It's a rare sight to see Dom smiling." At this, Dom's smile instantly disappeared. Emma tugged at his father's sleeve, "What are you saying, Dad?!" Andy stopped making jokes and introduced them seriously, "Dom, this is my daughter--Emma, and you've already met my granddaughter, Ivy." Dom bowed to Emma, "Nice to meet you." Emma was delighted and, the more she looked at Dom, the more she liked him. "Dom, if you don't mind, you can call me ‘Mom.' You and Ivy are the same age, and I will treat

And if Danielle was now in vampire kingdom, then who was back there with Leita in Dominic’s castle? The baby daddy is a vampire [Ongoing] Claimed by my alpha bully [Soon]

"Oh, hi son..." "Son, my foot!" Dominic was desperate. "Nothing worked as you said!? What the fuck are you doing!?" He slowly yelled to Carmella. Carmella raised her brow as she leaned against her bed. Her lips raised in a little smirk. "Don't be so rude to your mom, Dominic. Patience is the key, didn't I say it before?" Dominic clenched his fists. "I have given you everything you wanted! Then why it still does not work!? Are you surely a witch or just a..."

Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now. But they don't know how it feels to go to a club with your mom, watch the woman who gave birth to you get hinted on by a couple of guys twice younger than her. It sucks and it's so embarrassing. "Okay enough of that baby cakes, How is your dating life right now."

fuck, why can't you stop with that voice. "Okay, Daddy. I'll be waiting, very..." I dragged out the word. "Very impatiently," he chuckled lowly. "You're going to behave for me, alright? I'll reward you," "I'd like that," I said immediately, submitting to Daddy Jackson. He's a soft Dom. They're just as bad as the hardcore Doms, that I'm aware. Jackson has a way of being gentle while messing with you most sensually. It's pure torture. I was interrupted by the knock on my door. I stood up to go and open. "I'm getting off the phone now, okay?"

"And you still want the man? What would you do with a single father?" Mona scoffs. "Isn't that what we've got advanced poison for? Just give the baby a drop and she will drop dead. The father will remain mine. But first I'll start with that bitch who slapped me, I'll be content with killing her too, and then take the man. Then, sending the baby to heaven will be the straw on the camel's back"

Alessia squinted at Dominic, "Mr. Carter, do you have an eye problem?" Dominic coughed lightly, a bit awkwardly, without answering. Instead, he said in a domineering tone, "You are Christopher's mommy, you should pay attention to your image." "No one knows I'm Christopher's mommy if you don't say," Alessia retorted. Dominic paused for a moment, then continued, staring at her, "Even if I don't say it, you're still Christopher's mommy. Christopher will watch the news on TV. Do you want him to see his mommy's embarrassing moments on the news? So... for Christopher's sake, stop dressing up like this and just wear short-sleeved jeans, it's better."

Daddy was on the verge of killing grandpa and then he blackmailed mommy into marrying him and turned me into his sex slave. Dominik doesn’t seem to have any qualms though. He wants a child like it’s a business deadline. One year. No excuses. Good genes. I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to be as much of an asshole as he is. What if the child inherits that? I swallow hard and move to the bathroom, my hand instinctively going to the small packet of tampons in the cabinet. I pull it out, my fingers probing the center. Still there. Good. My tiny rebellion made the journey undetected. It’s a pathetic shield against a tank, but it's the only one I have, and It’s the only barrier left betwee

She clearly wanted to ask something—she just didn’t know if she should. “What is it you want to ask?” Her head dipped further. “Um… is it true that Aunt Cass is a stranger, Daddy?” Her voice was timid, as if afraid she would hurt someone who wasn’t even here. I let out a long breath. “No.” “But Mommy Lyra said—”