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I reason aloud. “You really have no idea who my dad is” he laughs a little “he’ll tighten security but that’s as far as you’ll get with him” “Wow” I breathe in shock “he’s that strict?” “He works with principles…just like me and we don’t let anything get in the way of our plans” he informs as he puts his laptop away. “Olivia, do I scare you?” He asks softly as he rises to his feet. “Scare? No” I scoff, sardonically.

“I’m curious about how you were able to get my dad’s approval as quick as that. You know what? I’m lucky I was still able to sleep despite the thoughts that ran through my mind. My God, Aris! You don’t know what you are doing. You don’t know my father well and you definitely don’t have any idea on what he might do to you next!” “Of course, I know what I’m doing and yeah… you don’t know how I was able to get through that as well! It was like getting through a hole in the needle. Whoa! I didn’t know your dad was very strict.” He leaned closer to me as he almost whispered the words, ‘Your dad was very strict.’ I wanted to voice out, ‘See, I told you,’ but I didn’t. I just smiled. “But since I w

“Don't cry. A little blood is nothing to me. It'll grow back in a few days.” That was before. Ever since Rex brought Vivian home four years ago, that man—the one who'd drain his own dragon's blood for me—was gone. I'd always heard that my four daddies had a first love. It was Vivian's mother, Cecilia. They say years ago, the whole shifter world was still ruled by the old King. He believed a witch's prophecy that one of my four daddies would one day take his throne and kill him, so he ordered all four of them executed.

“Our families cross paths constantly. Birthdays, events, holidays, political nonsense, charity dinners where everyone lies with their teeth showing. I know him.” “And?” “And his family is… unique.” She said the word like it physically pained her. “That sounds vague.” “It is vague because the real words are worse.” She lowered her voice. “They are controlling, dangerous, image-obsessed, and the kind of people who think money excuses anything. Especially his father.” A cold feeling moved through my stomach. “He mentioned his dad was strict but—” I said carefully. “But nothing.” She cut me off so quickly I shut my mouth. “Strict is the nice word people use when they don’t want to say psychopath

It might be true, he won’t wait for me forever or he might leave me right now. But he was my other part, he was supposed to know me like his own self. But no. We were poles apart and the distance didn’t seem to lessen, it was only growling moment after moment. Next day I woke up early and saw Dad was already up. He was already lining up the crew to attack Morax. His plan was bulletproof. I believe it should be Morax proof if we need to end his Chapter for once and all.

he said and walked out of me I stood transfixed not knowing what to do or say My phone suddenly started ringing and it's Dad so I picked it up 🗨️ "There's this weird news going around about you Lucy though I refused to believe but I decided I needed to hear from you first, are you really pregnant?" Dad asked immediately I picked up the call I sighed knowing the trouble I just landed in "No that, am not pregnant" I replied 🗨️ "Then what's all this am hearing?!!!" He yelled and I had to take the phone away from my ear My Dad is quite short-tempered, he gets angry easily and he's really strict

Dad has always been strict but the last few weeks he has denied me a lot of things he would agree to. "He's been acting strange...... "No baby. He doesn't love you less Alright? He has a case he is working on right now and it's been difficult for him. All he needs is our understanding and he's been so strict with you lately cause he doesn't want his baby girl to be carried away by this new stage of your life. One thing is certain; your dad loves you so much and we both know that is a fact. Don't ever think otherwise again okay?" I nodded and latched myself into her embrace.

CHAPTER 39 "Grandpa, you're bad." Sevi stood in front of dad with tears streaming down his face, hiccupping between every word. "Why did you chase my daddy with a machete?" My mother had her hands on her hips. "This is what you get." Dad scratched his head and peeked at me sheepishly before looking back down at the floor. "I got carried away. I saw a man jump from my daughter's window. I thought he was some stranger—"

My pussy clenched so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together. Dad left the next morning. "Take care of her, Bran. She's all I got." They clapped each other on the back like brothers. Then it was just us. The tension built slow, like a fuse on a stick of dynamite. Mornings, I'd catch him in the living room shirtless, doing push-ups, sweat glistening on those ridiculous muscles. I'd watch from the hallway, biting my lip, hand slipping into my shorts before I forced myself to stop.

He grunted, then snarled, grabbed the pipe, and swung it back without stopping. He didn't stop until the man was coughing blood, on his knees begging, spitting out the whole story. Then Dad lowered the pipe. Vanessa had already bolted. She ran screaming, barefoot, one heel gone, wedding dress filthy, into the alley. She didn't get far. Dad's men caught her and dragged her back. Dad kicked her hard in the knee. "On your knees." Vanessa was too terrified to make a sound. She knelt on the filthy floor in front of the woman she'd never thought twice about destroying, pressing her forehead down over and over, screaming that she was sorry.