Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sugar Daddies Taste Sweeter: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Chapter 102: Family Breakthrough The video from Crowe should have ruined the fragile peace we’d found, but I refused to let it. Not today. Today was about new life, not old ghosts. Lila’s water had broken at 4:17 a.m., just hours after Crowe’s taunting message. Ethan had called me in a panic, and I’d rushed to the hospital with Damien’s security team shadowing every step. Damien stayed in the background as promised—present but giving my family space. He waited in a private lounge down the hall, ready if I needed him. I stood on one side of Lila’s bed, Ethan on the other, both of us holding her hands as she pushed through another contraction. Her face was flushed and sweaty, hair plastered to her forehead, but her eyes burned with determination. “You’re doing amazing,” I whispered, wiping her brow with a cool cloth. “Just a little more.

Chapter 104: Boardroom Battle The boardroom smelled of polished mahogany and old money. Twelve pairs of eyes tracked me as I walked to the head of the long table, my heels clicking with more confidence than I actually felt. My ribs still carried faint bruises from the studio attack. My heart still raced from this morning’s tense goodbye with Damien. But today, I wasn’t just Kira Holt, daughter of Richard Holt, or Damien Cross’s girlfriend. Today, I was an artist fighting for her vision. Nai sat to my right, posture regal and defiant. Elena had joined via video link on the large screen, her elegant face composed and supportive. I placed my portfolio on the table and met the chairman’s gaze directly. “Thank you for this opportunity,” I began, voice steady. “I know why we’re here. Security concerns. Reputational risk. The very public t

Chapter 106: Public Storm The leaked video spread like wildfire. By morning, every major news outlet had picked it up. “Damien Cross Intimidates Holt Family,” “Kira Holt Caught in Violent Power Struggle,” “Is Love Worth the Danger?” Headlines twisted facts, cropped footage, and speculated wildly. My phone exploded with calls—reporters, worried friends, board members asking for emergency damage control. My career, which had felt so secure after the board meeting, was once again teetering on the edge. I stood in the penthouse living room in one of Damien’s shirts, staring at the television as pundits dissected our lives. Damien paced behind me, tension rolling off him in waves. “We’re not hiding,” he said suddenly, stopping beside me. “Not anymore. We face this together. Publicly.” Two hours later, we stepped out of the building hand in hand for the first time

Chapter 107: Facing the FlamesMy heart hammered against my ribs as Damien’s strong fingers laced through mine, his grip firm and unyielding. The private elevator descended toward the lobby of his Tribeca building, and I could already hear the muffled roar of the crowd waiting outside—reporters, flashing cameras, and the kind of frenzy I’d only ever seen on television.I was still wearing one of his shirts under a hastily thrown-on coat, my hair messy from the night before, but Damien had insisted. No more hiding. No more shadows.“You’re trembling, baby,” he murmured, his deep voice a low rumble that sent warmth pooling low in my belly despite everything. He turned me toward him, cupping my face with one large hand, thumb brushing my cheek. “Daddy’s got you. We walk out there together, heads high. Let them see exactly who you belong to.”The word *Daddy* in that possessive tone, even now in the middle of this chaos, made my thighs press together. The confrontation with my father—wher

Chapter 109: Gallery Shadows My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the strap of my bag outside the sleek glass doors of the gallery. The building that had once felt like my sanctuary now carried an undercurrent of tension. After yesterday’s very public walkout with Damien and the endless media storm, I half-expected the board to have changed the locks overnight. But here I was—Kira Holt, junior curator turned tabloid headline—stepping back into my professional world. Sophia was waiting just inside, her bright smile a welcome contrast to the whispers I could already sense from the staff. She pulled me into a tight hug the second I crossed the threshold. “Babe, you looked like an absolute queen on those clips,” she whispered fiercely, her voice full of that unwavering support that had carried me through so much. “The way Damien claimed you in front of all those cameras? Hot as hell.