All Chapters of Daddy’s Little Secret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damian's POV I watched the roads blur past through the window, my gaze following the endless stream of headlights cutting through the darkness. Years of therapy. Years of sitting across from someone who tried to pull answers from places inside me that I had spent a lifetime burying. Our last session had ended badly. I had stormed out of her office. Angry. Broken. Humiliated. For the first time, I had managed to speak about the stabbing. Not all of it. Not enough to make sense of it. Just enough for the memories to claw their way to the surface. And then she had said the words that shattered whatever composure I had left. "You're never going to heal." She had said it so casually, tapping her pen against her notebook as though she wasn't dismantling me piece by piece. The memory still burned. I felt the sofa dip slightly as Nickolai stood. My pulse immediately quickened. A dull roar filled my ears. The room suddenly felt smaller. Colder. Dangerous. I didn't hear him mo

Damian's POV The real thing? I wasn't sure what I had expected. As we drove through the streets of London, the city blurred past the windows in streaks of gold and white. The rain-slick roads reflected the glow of traffic lights, but I barely noticed any of it. Nickolai kept stealing glances at me through the rearview mirror. And I kept glaring back. Even as my heart battered against my ribs so violently that I could hear it in my ears. I ignored the questions clawing at my mind. What was going to happen to me? Was he going to punish me for days? Was he going to make me pay for every ounce of defiance I had shown him? Was this where I finally discovered the man everyone whispered about? The thoughts slid through my head one after another, each one worse than the last. Silently, I prayed. I prayed to a God I wasn't even sure had been listening to me lately. Please let this get better. Please don't let it be as bad as I'm imagining. I bit down hard on my lower lip until t

Damian's POV Even as the sting of the cane settled into my skin the moment I lowered myself into the car seat, I couldn't tell whether this was punishment for running away or if Nickolai had attached some other meaning to it. It hurt. God, it hurt. And yet, beneath the sharp ache radiating through my body, there was another feeling I hated even more. Heat pooled low in my stomach. I glanced down in horror. Precum had dampened the slit of my cock. A shaky breath escaped me. I didn't understand. I wasn't sure if I liked what he had done to me. Every strike had left me trembling, humiliated and overwhelmed. My mind recoiled from it, desperate to reject it, but my body betrayed me in ways I couldn't control. It made me sick. How could pain make my body respond like this? What did that say about me? The moment I stepped into my room, tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to suppress the sound threatening to claw its wa

Damian's POV Surprisingly, I felt a soft touch beneath me the moment I woke up. The soft sheets that I hadn’t realised how I got there. The call had ended with me crying and spilling half of everything I was meant to keep a secret. Only leaving out the part that I had run away because I was too scared to tell him that I had killed someone. I remembered my foster brother consoling me and telling me that he was going to take the next flight and stay with me for a few days so we could talk about what we wanted to do about this man. But I knew I couldn't leave him. It had been weeks since my parents had apologized to me over the phone. They were too ashamed to meet me personally. Maybe they would be intimidated by my power and fame. Even as my temples throbbed, I was relieved to know that the pain from yesterday felt better than it had yesterday. But it still stung a little. I couldn't just lie in bed all day. It had been a very long night, and I had silently begged for morning to

Nickolai’s POV As I drove to the studio to pick up Damian, I wasn't sure if I was ready to show him this side of me. I tightly gripped the steering wheel, I stared at the cars passing by and wondered if I could just cancel the plan so I wouldn't have to face Damian and take him there. But I couldn't. I had seen his reaction after I told him I was taking him out to dinner—the way he had half-heartedly smiled as though it meant the world to him. After parking outside and sending him a text that I was in front of his studio, I sighed for the fifth time since driving into the parking lot. After sending the text, I turned off the ignition and glanced toward the elevator. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I rehearsed my words for the fifth time in my head. When the elevator dinged, I stepped out. The moment I saw him, my breath caught in my throat. He stood there waiting for me in a sleeveless suit, his muscles stealing the show. The emerald-green sleeveless blazer with it