In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer
The kiss turned hungry, his hands sliding under her dress, reminding her of the alcove, the punishment, the way he had owned her completely.
But Daniella pulled back, breathing hard. “Not tonight. Not with all this hanging over us.”
Christian nodded, resting his forehead against hers. “Tomorrow. We face it together.”
She kissed him once more, soft and lingering, then left him in the study.
In her own room, she locked the door and pulled out a burner phone. Her uncle answered on the first ring.
“It’s done,” she said quietly. “The scandal is exploding. He’s distracted.”
“Good,” her uncle replied. “Now dig deeper. Find the accounts. The old deals. We need leverage before he figures out the test
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