My Pals Sinful Daughter Novels & Stories

he asked his mother, glowering. “Yes because I trust my daughter that she could never do anything wrong,” her mother defended her which made Seth clench his jaw more barbarically. “Your so-called fucking daughter slept with her highschool maniac of a lover, Kieran Sinclaiz and even dared to show everyone her whoreness’s pictures with her lover and when everyone questioned her character after that, she and her lover put all the blame on Eldric and humiliated him in front of everyone who was not even aware of his wife’s pathetically characterless nature,” he bursted out on his mother who turned appalled, hearing that name. Kieran Sinclaiz? That boy because of whom she had to witness her daught

So when his hands fisted my collar, I didn’t stop him. “YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TAKE MY DAUGHTER AND WE WOULDN’T FIND OUT?!” Sinclair roared. His eyes blazed with anger as he slammed me against the far wall. I heard Evelina screaming for him to stop. “Evelina is safe with me,” I managed to say calmly despite the volatile situation. “She’s a pawn in your twisted game, Rossi! SON OF A BITCH!” Sinclair moved to punch me again. But this time, I caught his fist in my hand.

“I told her it was Davina and my father Reason to keep eyes on her and be stalker for her.” Susan frowned. “My daughter has more enemies than allies. You should kill your father—that prick—and your conniving stepsister.” Her words were cold, sharp, and full of bloodlust. For a moment, she reminded me of my grandfather—the way her eyes gleamed with calculated menace, the kind that belonged to someone who knew how to destroy people. “Alaric’s dead. Davina’s still rotting in prison. My father? He’s too busy trying to recover from the humiliation of discovering his second wife cheated on him. It’s karma. He ruined my mother when she was sick; now, it’s his turn to suffer.”

I'm sure that the car would be here in a few minutes…" My phone suddenly rang and I answered it. 'Nicola, where is my daughter?' I asked, agitatedly. 'You did a good job last night, there are so many people hating you terribly,' Nicola laughed sinisterly. 'That's not why I called, I'm asking about my child whom you promised to bring' I cried out. 'Promised?' She cackled. 'Did you think that I would let the heir of the Sinclair family go? She's Damien's child! what do you take me for? Santa that delivers presents!'

"I'm talking about the person you were in a call with. Father is quite wealthy and influential. Your friend may use that information against you, against our family. Why did you tell her? I watched her swallow, obviously considering what I've just said. "Alright then. Since you've told your friend all about me, I hope you gave reviews? I hope you told them how much of a good lover I am. I wouldn't mind you linking me to one of them." I could see the hurt in her eyes. She was not in any way taking this lightly. "What? "I said, I wouldn't mind linking up with your friend so she could have a taste of heaven. The heaven you've been rejecting."

But I knew it fucking won't. I felt betrayed by my most close person, and he wasn't even here to ask him to give me a fucking explanation for why he did this to me. In the contract, I read how this marriage would connect the Delgado and King families as one. I was promised to their firstborn son- Angelo King. With that my life is promised to be carefree, lavish, and safe under the King family's protection. It's all about money and power. But I still don't want to believe that my father was capable of doing such a thing to his own daughter.

'Half of the Sinclair fortune will go to the child if it’s a girl. His grip on the paper tightened. "What's this?" He lifted his gaze to his mother. "You’re planning to give away half of the Sinclair wealth to a child that isn’t even born yet?" "Yes. Why, not?" She replied. "Mom…" Darvan forced a calm tone despite the anger he felt, "You can’t be serious." She leaned back, studying him before exhaling. "Darvan, you once asked me if I had any sisters. The truth is… no. I am the only daughter of the Sinclair family. And I have only one son... you."

Daemon’s POV The weight of the blackmail had settled in like an iron chain around my throat. Charles Sinclair had me exactly where he wanted, and the worst part was—I had let him. I stared at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid as I replayed our last conversation. "Marry my daughter, Daemon. You have no other choice. Refuse, and your secrets will burn you to the ground." I had built my empire on control, on precision. I didn’t make mistakes. But somehow, I had underestimated Charles, and now, I was trapped in a deal I had no way of breaking—at least, not yet.

Fucking and claiming her with each thrust while she moaned my name loudly to the pack member. This was the dirtiest I had ever imagined us. To me, Pearl was my daughter. And the pack should only ever see us as father and daughter. But the Goddess forbids! Because no father should ever pin his daughter to the wall and no daughter should ever take all three of her father’s fingers into her cunt while moaning and dripping messily to every thrust. But here… there was I, and Pearl. Legs wrapped around my torso, body pinned to the walls, and fingers buried into the deepest part of her hole, leading her to the very destruction I should pull her out of.

Chuck was confused. “Wait. Hold the fuck on. You mean Lacy?” Michael chuckled dryly. He was looking at us with a look of absurdity. He was waiting for us to deny it. To tell him it wasn't true. None of us said a word. “Who's Lacy?” Chuck asked. He was the only one lost at the moment. “Aaliyah's friend.” Michael explained. “Wait, what?!” He gasped, turning his head to look at me. His eyes were wide in shock. And the disappointment was there too. “You're fucking your daughter's best friend?” That question killed me. Completely.