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Images of myself, running freely in open fields, playing football with my father, the pure excitement his gifted chocolates would give me, or his soothing lullabies when sleep eluded me. Dad... "Dad," I sobbed, my voice quivering with anguish, tears blurring my vision without giving me a reason why. There was an unsettling sense of forgotten knowledge lingering within me, a gaping void I couldn't precisely identify but that gnawed at my soul. My dishevelled hair mirrored the chaos within and a layer of dirt marred my skin. Exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me, barely allowing me to keep my eyes open. "Dad, where are you?" I pleaded, mustering every ounce of strength left within me as I stoo

, Tina squeals, causing us both to turn our heads in her direction. "Come here Stella, what are you still doing with my snub of a dad?" Checking him out? "And dad", she continues, "go put on something, your old body is only meant for mom, it's grossing me out." She says and I steal another glance at her dad's body as I make my way towards her. If only she knew how badly turned on I am by her father, she would definitely take back her words and eat them. "What's up Tina?" I sit beside her after dragging my box to the side of the couch. Her dad goes towards his room as well and I fight to stay in control of my morals.

I put on a bright smile and walk to them. "Good morning Mrs. Williams. Mother, dad is ready. He'd like to see you." I say and they share a goodbye hug. "I'm sorry but dad can't meet you today." I start explaining as I look at the beautiful older woman in front of me. Jada Williams and her husband Jayden Williams are good friends of my dad and one of the shareholders of the company. Come to think of it, they are Ryans parents!

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He was giving me a fake smile and speaking through gritted teeth. “Mr. and Mrs. Matt and Adele Montgomery, you should have trained your son well.” I clicked my tongue at them, my heart calming down for the first time since I reached there. “I would make sure to get you a fair share of your punishment for being a bad parent.” The father's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. I removed my phone from my pocket and dialed a very familiar contact. Sylvester Warner. His father was the vice chancellor of this university, and he owes me a favor.

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

Scoffing, I didn't bother paying any further attention to this matter. However, within seconds, I got a call from the same landline number. This time, I didn't bother taking it. My phone kept ringing for over 15 minutes before I received a text message. "Stop ignoring our calls, Carl Stone! To think that a man your age would behave so atrociously! How dare you act like you're in the right when you owe the hospital money?" Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records."

"No… How did things end up like this?" She slowly slid down the elevator wall and buried her face in her knees as her shoulders shook. All she could think of was my dad. He was an honest, unassuming man who had never asked for a penny more than necessary, nor had he ever imposed on our lives. "I'm so sorry…" Now that he was gone, he would never hear her apology. When she finally made her way back to the hospital room, she heard Sean and James talking inside. "Dad, you've still got it. All you had to do was complain about a little chest pain, and Shannon handed over the retirement fund. We even got rid of that old man. What a relief."