Chapter: Chapter 76: Don't Stop Daddy In_law 4Dominic: The view of the road wasn’t clear for me as I drove, the rain pelted against the windshield like a thousand tiny, angry fists, each one trying to shatter the glass and drown me in the storm outside. But it didn’t matter. The storm inside my own head was far more violent. I couldn’t care less about the blurred lines of yellow and white, about the other idiots on the road who actually had the luxury of paying attention. My focus was a singular, burning point of rage, and its name was Paul. That motherfucker son of mine couldn’t do one single goddamn thing right, not one, and today of all days, he chose to amplify his incompetence to an art form. He couldn’t pick up his fucking phone for once in his miserable, pointless existence. "I snarled." A guttural sound tore from my throat as I slammed my fist against the steering wheel. The leather groaned under the impact, a pathetic echo of the fury churning in my gut. The car surged forward, my foot heavy on the accelerator, bli
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Chapter: Chapter 75: Don't Stop Daddy In_law 3I sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment completely naked and exposed, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on my skin. The sounds of the rain outside were a steady, mournful drumming against the window. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long, dancing shadows across the room, making it feel like a stage. And I was the sole performer, waiting for an audience that never arrived. A decision crystallised in my mind, sharp and clear as ice. If Paul wasn’t going to come to me, then I would go to him. I would meet him at the door. I would make it impossible for him not to notice me. I would give him a vision he couldn’t ignore, a welcome home he would never forget. What would be more shocking, more undeniable, than me with nothing on? So I walked out of the bedroom and went to the parlour, the large, open space that was the heart of our sterile home. I grabbed the towel I’d discarded, not to wrap it around myself for modesty, but to carry it like a prop. My body was sti
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Chapter: Chapter 74: Don't Stop Daddy In_law 2I bit my lip, hard, tasting my blood as I imagined his deep, rumbling his voice behind me. Keep moaning for Daddy, princess. You know you want to, so just let it out, princess. "And I did. I let go completely." The orgasm crashed through me, a violent, shattering wave that stole my breath. I came so hard, gasping and crying out into the echoing confines of the shower. My legs buckled, and pleasure, sharp and overwhelming ran through me like lightning. This. This was something my husband could never do. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my fingers freezing against my clit as my body pulsed and pulsed. My mouth was open in a silent, desperate cry for Daddy. My heart raced against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Water slid over my skin, slick and sinful, just like this secret had always been. Just like my marriage had become. I didn’t care how wrong it was. I didn’t care that he was Paul’s father, that this was a betrayal on every conceivable level. He made me feel something other than
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Chapter: Chapter 73: Don't Stop Daddy In_law 1Serena. The bathroom wasn’t a sanctuary; it was a battlefield. I didn’t slip into the steaming water to wash away the day’s grime or to luxuriate in the fragrant suds of some expensive soap. I came here because I was aching. A deep, insistent throb had settled between my legs hours ago, a pulsing, painful reminder of a life half-lived. I was so wet it was a torment, a slick heat that my own husband had ignored me for six long months. Six months since our wedding night, a night that was supposed to be the beginning of everything and was instead the end of it all. "So, fuck him." Fuck Paul and his gentle, disinterested smiles. Fuck his endless work and his tired excuses. As the first drops of hot water pelted my skin, I shed the final layer of my pretence. I wasn’t going to play the part of the dutiful, unaffected wife anymore. Not here, not with the water muffling the sound of my own fractured sighs. My fingers were already between my thighs, parting the slick folds, searching fo
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Chapter: Chapter 72: Cum for Me 5I chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in the quiet of her room. "More? Already, Serena? I thought I wore you out." I shifted my weight, my cock still nestled deep inside her pussy, feeling the last aftershocks of her orgasm grip me. The thought of stopping was so impossible for me. My promise to return wasn't just about fulfilling a request; it was about satisfying a craving that had taken root deep inside me, a craving for her and her alone. She opened her eyes, and the look in them was nothing but satisfied. It was a look of pure, unadulterated hunger. "You don't wear me out, Simon," she whispered, her voice like a siren's call in the moonlight. "You just make me want you even more." Her hands slid down my back, her nails lightly scraping my skin, sending a fresh wave of desire straight to my groin. "You promised to fuck me whenever I asked you from now on." That was all what I needed. I pulled out slowly of her pussy slowly, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness, before I flipped
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Chapter: Chapter 71: Cum for Me 4"Simon," she whispered in her sleepy voice. "I knew you'd come." I smiled down at her, my hand reaching out to cup her face. "I promised," I said softly. "I never break a promise, especially one made to you when I knew how fucking good you taste." She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut again as I gently ran my thumb over her lower lip. "Your taste was so good also," she murmured. I placed my lips on her forehead and kissed her. Then to her nose, before finally taking her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. It was different from the one we had shared earlier this one was slow, deliberate, and full of promise. It was a promise of what was to come. Her hand moved to my neck, pulling me closer enough to deepen the kiss. I groaned low in my throat as her tongue met mine, a dance of passion and hunger. I felt her hand slide down my chest while her other fingers worked at the buttons of my pyjama top. My own hands moved to her waist, pulling her up so she was sitting, her legs w
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The Daughter He Let Die
Elena Carter once had everything, a brilliant career, a respected name in medical research, and a family she believed was worth sacrificing everything for.
As a pioneering pediatric immunologist, she was on the verge of a breakthrough that could save thousands of children suffering from a rare and deadly genetic disorder. But for love, she walked away from it all… choosing to become a wife, a mother to a fragile child who depended on her for survival.
She believed her sacrifice meant something.
However, she was wrong.
Her husband, Marcus Thorne, lies a truth Elena never dared to see, a truth that begins to unravel the night a stranger sends her a message that changes everything. What starts as suspicion soon turns into something more devastating than betrayal.
It isn’t just about another woman.
It’s about stolen time.
Broken promises.
A decision that will cost Elena more than she ever imagined.
When tragedy strikes and the truth finally surfaces, Elena is forced to confront a reality so cruel it shatters everything she once believed in love, loyalty, the man she trusted with her life.
With nothing left to hold her back, she walks away.
But she doesn’t leave empty-handed.
She takes with her the one thing that still matters to her.
Years later, she returns… no longer the woman he once overlooked, but a force the world cannot ignore. A doctor who saves lives. A woman who rebuilt herself from ashes.
Fate brings them face to face again
Marcus is left with a truth he can no longer escape:
The woman he once took for granted…
Is now the only one who can save what he holds dear.
But some losses don’t fade.
Some wounds don’t heal.
And this time.
Elena Carter may choose herself.
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Chapter: Chapter 4: For my dying Daughter SeekThe cab ride home was a blur of streetlights and unshed tears. I stared out the car window, watching the city pass by in a smear of colors and shapes, a world that continued to turn even though mine had just stopped spinning. When we pulled up in front of our house, I paid the driver without meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror, my hands shaking so badly that I nearly dropped the money. The house was so dark and silent when I let myself in, a tomb that held nothing but memories of a life that was no longer mine. I moved through the rooms like a ghost, my bare feet silent on the cold floors, until I reached our bedroom. The bed was still unmade from this morning where he had slept, the indentation on Marcus's side of the mattress was a cruel reminder of his absence. I collapsed onto the bed, as I buried my face in his pillow, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne which hit so differently that when it hit me, the scent didn't belong to him. And then I began to cry, not the silent
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Getting caught with his MistressIt was an address, followed by the name of a hotel and its room number. The Grand Hyatt. Room 814. If you want to see for yourself come quickly now. I read the message. My hands trembled as I stared at the screen, the words blurring through a fresh wave of tears. The Grand Hyatt, that was where Marcus had taken me for our anniversary last year, before everything fell apart. Before Lily's diagnosis had consumed our lives. I looked over at Lily, who had drifted back into her fitful sleep, her small brow furrowed with discomfort even in unconsciousness. Her breathing was shallow, each inhale was a struggle. Severe Combined Immunodeficiency, SCID, the doctors called it. A cruel genetic lottery that had left my daughter without a functioning immune system, rendering her vulnerable to every germ, every virus, every bacterium that crossed her path. The bone marrow transplant they were planning was her only hope, a one-in-four chance of finding a perfect donor match and a fifty percen
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Chapter: Chapter 2: Making a promise that he never hold toI don't know how long I stood there, staring at the closed bedroom door, wondering how I had ended up married to someone so heartless as Marcus Thorne. I could remember so clearly how my family hadn't liked him, not really. My mother had called him "charming but shallow," my father had noted his "expensive tastes and cheap morals," but they had respected my decision because they loved me. Because I had wanted him so desperately. I had believed he would love me until our last breath, just as I loved him. But it wasn't the same. After we had been married for just two years, he started showing me the other side of him, the side that cared more about appearances than reality, more about convenience than commitment. By then, I was pregnant with Lily, and I didn't want to walk away from the marriage. I didn't want to give birth to my child as a divorced single mother. And so I had to stay. For the sake of my child, for the sake of my family, for the sake of the life I thought we were buil
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Chapter: Chapter 1: Change of the HeartThe clock chimed eleven o'clock., each strike a tiny hammer against the silence of the house, as always. I had been sitting in the living room for what felt like forever, though my phone told me it had only been three hours and forty-seven minutes since I first settled onto the sofa. Three hours and forty-seven minutes of watching the moonlight trace patterns across the expensive Persian rug Marcus had bought last year, on a day when Lily was too weak even to lift her head from the pillow. My phone remained clutched against my chest, its screen went dark, silent. I had called him seven times. Texted him three times. Each unanswered message chipped away at whatever resolve I had left to maintain our fragile peace. The lock finally turned open in the front door, the sound echoing through the house like a gunshot. I didn't move, didn't breathe, just listened to the familiar sequence: the soft click of the door closing, the sigh of his coat being removed, and the gentle thud of his
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