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I admit, tracing the tip of my tongue along my cheek, recalling the life-altering conversation that changed everything for me. “Just three months before the bank sold our house at an auction, my dad took me for a morning walk. It was his usual routine - two brisk laps around the neighborhood, a quick jog through the gardens, and a short break by the lake for about seven minutes. That spot by the lake was my dad’s favorite place. I’ve been there more times than anywhere else in the world. It was incredibly peaceful, you know? So green, so blue, so vibrant. Once, my dad mentioned his desire to build a small cabin there for leisure."

" Hearing my father's words made my tears flow again. In my past life, he had also tried to persuade me, but I wouldn't listen. In the end, I wasted my life away. I pinched my palm, letting the dull pain of my nails biting into my skin clear my mind. In this lifetime, I would never let myself remain trapped in Layson's shadow. "Dad, I'll do whatever you say. I'm going to Silvermoon City. I'll arrange the entry permit later."

In my past life, I threw myself in front of a truck to save my father. I ended up with both legs shattered beyond repair, permanently disabled. He looked down at me in my wheelchair. "You're nothing but an embarrassment to the Carrington name." Then he brought his mistress and her son into our home without a shred of shame. At the company gala, he replaced me with his illegitimate son. "We can't have people asking questions at the banquet. Brandon will go in your place. It's not like we're taking anything from you." My mother was framed by the mistress and died in a psychiatric facility. I was locked in a basement, cut off from water and medication, and left to rot. The mistress became

“Grandpa, what’s unfolded?” I pressed my lips, trying to know what my daughter was doing to her grandfather. Dad has to see the story she was reading before giving his answer. She flipped the page again and turned to me. “Daddy, can I play after I do this. Mommy always let me play after I finished my workbook,”

In the interrogation room, the abductor leaned back in his chair and laughed at Dad. "Mr. Carter, did you like your daughter's heart? She was the most perfect work of art I've ever made. Her hair was so black and smooth. I plucked it out strand by strand and played with it between my fingers. Her skin was so pale as well. I kept it in formalin so it would last. I wanted to preserve her beauty." Dad's brow tightened, and he slammed a hand on the table. "Enough nonsense. You won't be able to confuse me by fabricating stories. Tell me the truth about why you killed that couple."

“You were perfect.” Daddy Marcus pulls me closer once the door closes, nuzzling my neck. “Still my greedy girl?” I smile against his chest. “Always, Daddy.” He chuckles. “Good. Because I am already thinking about next time.” And just like that, I know one perfect night might not stay just one. But tonight, curled safe between the afterglow and my Daddy’s arms, I am content exactly where I am. Greedy, spoiled, and utterly, perfectly loved.

“I can trade my rascally sons for Danielle !! He is so perfect !” “Stop squealing, Zoe dear. Sensitive ears here ! Although, we agree too !!” “DAD JACE !!!!” “What ?! It’s true !! He is so innocent ! He won’t even play pranks on me and your other Dads. I can already imagine dumping your devilish asses in a far away land” “Oh Lucan !” my other Dads groaned as if they were in seventh heaven. “Stop showing us dreams of perfect paradise when we are stuck with these hell sent troublemakers”

As I said, my father could write like a master! So that was how I spent my Tuesday and Wednesday morning that week. Getting myself to stupid levels of arousal while reading my father's taboo stories about fathers and daughters. (I also read others, but as I said, those were my favorites.) And then Thursday morning came, and I found myself growing curious once more about the Marianne folder. I knew there was a virtual treasure trove of content in there. And it was guaranteed to be tailored to my... needs.

That fucking bitch. “Dad, you can’t seriously be listening to her!” I blurted out. “She’s just trying to—” “Enough!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear, silencing me. “Stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. Grow up, Rochelle.” The line went dead before I could respond. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. The world felt like it was caving in around me. My dad—my own father—had chosen her over me. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, but the tears spilled over anyway, mixing with the rain running down my face.

I just love writing so much that I keep on updating this story whether I get a hundred views a day or not at all. I know some of you wish a different ending and to be honest, I kind of wish the same too. This is why instead of totally ending the story, I decided to write the second part. I can't wait to share this with you guys. Daddy (Part Two) is now available on GoodNovel and here's the blurb;