Novel & Cerita My Daddy Hides His Power Spoiler

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

Blood poured from his wound, but Dan had managed to step back fast enough that deadly damage had not been done. “Where is my son?” my father demanded, taking control of the conversation. Dan looked surprised before a look of disgust took over his face, “So you know?” he asked. “What do you know?” Zack commanded. Dan fought the Alpha command, but Zack was strong, and he had no chance of avoiding a response. “I know he has a bastard son,” Dan said with a chuckle. “Where is he?” my father yelled. “Hiding, if he is smart,” Dan replied. “Why does he need to hide?” I asked.

I was alarmed by where their conversation might lead. “Lies?” she choked out, trembling as she clutched her chest. “What lies, Matthew?” “Don’t play innocent! Do you think I’m stupid? You destroyed our relationship because of you! And now... now I found out you’ve been hiding something dirty from me!” My father’s voice shook the entire room. “I’m not hiding anything,” my mother denied. Her shoulders shook. “That woman gave me a daughter, Aurelia!” my father shouted. It was like he wanted to punch her where she stood.

“Maybe he is being protective you know with my momma and all. Your daddy is looking after us you know how sweet and kind he is.” He snorts, “did you just call my daddy sweet? Fuck me, Harps that is hilarious. My daddy ain’t sweet. He’s a mean ass biker.” “Yeah right, your daddy has a sweet side and besides he raised you good and proper.” The douchebag leaves some money on the table and strides towards the door with his face put out. Good - the dickhead. Levy comes towards the counter and takes a seat next to Dylan. “You okay, Harper?” Concern floods his warm eyes as he looks at me. I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that, it’s making me weak at the knees and making my panties get wet and I’m

my father's announcement hung in the air, casting a shadow of unease over me. "Leaving? And what do you mean I won't be alone?" I questioned, my brows furrowing with confusion. "Mr. Ortega has agreed for you to stay with him while I'm away," my father explained, his words causing my eyes to widen in disbelief. "What? Why would you do that? I'm seventeen years old, Dad, not twelve! You've got a billionaire babysitting me as if I'm a child. I could have been left alone at home because I'm no longer a minor. At worst, you could have arranged for a babysitter, but this? This is beyond crazy!" I whispered-yelled, my frustration bubbling to the surface as I directed my disbelief at my father, my v

he let out the words, panting heavily. My eyes narrowed at my parents who immediately became protective as if they knew exactly who the intruder was. It was at this point that I realized that all these years, they had hidden far more than just this illness cover and I had a lot to learn else I'll be doomed. Someone powerful that they were clearly terrified of had tracked me down on this strange night of my mysterious power awakening and Dad seemed to recognize who it was as he peeped from the window, panting heavily, making me fear the danger was far greater than I had imagined.

"I hated how much power this blackmailer had over me." I was staring blankly at my computer screen when my phone buzzed on the desk. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the caller ID. It was my dad. I hesitated for a moment before picking up. “Hi, Dad,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Cut the pleasantries, Saraya,” he said, his tone stern. “What are you hiding from me?” My heart dropped into my stomach, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “I—I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

Seeing him, I felt a sudden jolt of excitement and made my way to the center of the dancefloor where I knew I'd be visible from the bar end. I began to sway my body to the music, swiveling my hips seductively to the rhythm. Watching from the corner of my eyes, I caught his gaze on me. ‘Good. Now come to me, Daddy.’ As if he could mind read my command, he made his way to me.

“You’re doing this for all three of them.” Emma turned her head slightly. The new tattoo on her lower back glowed faintly under the bulb, the words “Daddy’s Property” a secret promise. “I am,” she gasped. “The twins are already part of this room. Their legs are going to be so strong, just like their daddy’s. And the third one too he’s already kicking like he knows he’s next.” Mark’s pace quickened. The plug hummed faster now, the heavy base pressing insistently. Emma’s walls fluttered around him. A soft moan escaped before she could stop it.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the