All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Before he could finish the sentence, Noah launched himself forward with a growl that echoed off the concrete walls. He slammed into Reyes even though his body was clearly still fucked up and the two of them crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, the bucket clattering away and spilling the last of the cold water across the concrete. Noah’s fist connected with Reyes’ jaw with a sickening crack, and I watched, tears still streaming down my face, as the fight exploded right in front of me.“You fucking piece of shit,” Noah snarled, voice loud with rage. “What the hell did you do to her?”Reyes tried to fight back, throwing a punch that grazed Noah’s cheek, splitting the skin there with a fresh line of blood. But Noah was fueled by something wild and desperate, something I hadn’t seen in him in a long time. He kept grappling with Reyes like his life depended on it, like my life depended on it, grunting with effort as they rolled across the wet concrete floor in a mess of limbs and cu

A day earlier…NOAH-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-I woke up to the worst fucking headache of my life, the kind that starts behind your eyes and spreads like poison through every cracked bone and bruised muscle in your body, and the first thing I registered was the low, familiar creak of the leather chair in the corner of my bedroom being sat in by someone who had no right to be there. My hand was already wrapped around my cock—half-hard from some half-remembered dream about Thea that I immediately hated myself for—stroking slow and lazy out of pure habit because my body still thought it could fuck its way out of the mess my life had become. I jerked my hand away like I’d been burned, eyes snapping open, and the sight of my father sitting there in the dim morning light, legs crossed, looking every inch the calm, collected bastard who owned the fucking world and everyone in it, made the rage surge up so fast I almost puked right there on the sheets.“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I snarled, yanki

THEA°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I woke up to the soft beep of machines and the faint smell of antiseptic. My eyelids felt heavy, like they’d been glued shut for days, but I forced them open anyway. Every part of my hurt, my wrists were bandaged, my throat raw, my body weak and heavy like it belonged to someone else. But none of that mattered the second my eyes found him.He was right there beside the bed, sitting in a chair pulled so close his knees touched the mattress. His head was bowed, dark hair falling forward, and my hand was clasped between both of his in a prayer-like way. His lips stayed pressed against my knuckles like he was trying to breathe life back into me through that single point of contact. He looked exhausted with shadows under his eyes, jaw tight, with the same charcoal sweater he’d been wearing when he left me with Caroline now wrinkled and stained with something dark I didn’t want to think about.I don’t remember what happened. I don’t remember when I passed out. The last

For a moment we just stared at each other, the air thick with everything we hadn’t said in the basement. I stood there in my hospital gown, bare feet on the cold tile, feeling small and exposed all over again, but I didn’t look away this time. “Thea,” he let out, voice rough and surprised, like he hadn’t expected me to come. “You… you shouldn’t be up yet. You look like hell.” A weak, bitter laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. “Yeah, well, a couple of days in a basement will do that to a girl.” I took another step closer, my legs trembling but holding. “I just… I needed to see you. To say thank you.” Noah’s brow furrowed, confusion flashing across his bruised face. “For what?” I swallowed, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. “Gage said that you were the reason—” “You know that’s not why you’re here,” he cut in, voice low as he shifted against the pillows, wincing as he did, but his eyes never left mine. I sighed, the sound long and exhausted, and let the air leav

❁✿❀ It’s crazy how a traumatic experience from just a couple of months ago can already feel so distant, even though the memories still remain very vivid in your mind.Two months had passed since that nightmare basement, yet some mornings I woke up expecting the cold concrete under my back and the bite of ropes around my wrists. The memories didn’t fade, they sat clear like photographs I couldn’t put away but the feeling of it had started to loosen its grip, like a nightmare that still haunted my dreams but no longer owned my days. Life in its unpredictable ways had moved forward in small, stubborn steps. The mansion felt like home again instead of a place where monsters had once waited in the guest suite. Caroline was gone—arrested, charged, locked away somewhere I never asked to know about. Gage had made sure of that. Reyes too. The security breach Noah started had been contained, the company still standing, though the board meetings Gage attended now carried a heavier weight. A