Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy'S Little Toy : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

I stumbled backward until my legs hit the bed, the laptop screen still glowing with the damning video.Alexander stood in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. His face was calm — too calm but his gray eyes burned with something dangerous I hadn’t seen in years.“Ava,” he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a quiet click. “Put the laptop down.”My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold it. Tears streamed down my face as the words from the recording echoed in my head.“I warned you what would happen if you tried to take Ava away from me…”“Daddy… what did you do to my mother?” My voice cracked. “Did you… did you kill her?”The question hung heavy in the air between us.For a long moment, he just looked at me. Then he sighed and walked closer, slow and deliberate, like I was a frightened animal he didn’t want to spook.“Babygirl, you weren’t supposed to see that,” he murmured. “Not yet.”He reached for me. I jerked away, pressing my back

I pushed against Alexander’s chest with everything I had, but it was useless. He was too strong, too heavy, too determined. His body kept me pinned to the mattress, one hand still gripping my wrist above my head while the other rested possessively on my pregnant belly.“Stop fighting me, Ava,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “You’re carrying my child. You’re my wife. You’re mine.”Tears streamed down my face as the video kept replaying in my mind — my mother’s terrified voice begging for her life.“You killed her,” I sobbed, voice breaking. “You killed my mother to keep me like some kind of pet.”Alexander’s jaw tightened. For a split second, something almost like pain flashed in his gray eyes. Then it disappeared, replaced by that cold, ruthless possessiveness I knew too well.“She was going to take you away from me,” he said quietly. “She found out how I felt about you and threatened to expose everything — the money transfers, the documents, my plans. I gave her a choice. She c

The next morning, the island felt different.The same beautiful villa, the same ocean view, the same man sleeping beside me — but everything was poisoned now.I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, Alexander’s arm heavy across my pregnant belly. His breathing was steady and peaceful, like he hadn’t just admitted to destroying my mother.My hand trembled as I gently lifted his arm and slipped out of bed. The rose-gold collar felt like a noose. I went to the bathroom, locked the door, and stared at my reflection.Pregnant. Married. Collared. Owned.And now I knew the truth.Tears fell silently as I remembered my mother’s terrified voice in that video. How long had Alexander been planning to take me? Had my mother died trying to protect me?A soft knock on the door made me jump.“Babygirl,” Alexander’s deep voice came through the wood. “Open the door.”I didn’t move.“Ava.” His tone sharpened. “Don’t make me break it down.”With shaking hands, I unlocked it.He stood there in only black sw

The next three days passed in a haze of forced normalcy and suffocating tension.Alexander watched me constantly. He canceled his meetings, stayed on the island, and made sure I was never alone for long. The children sensed something was wrong — they clung to me more, asking why Mommy looked sad.I smiled for them. But inside, I was breaking.Every night he took me — slow and deep because of the pregnancy, but no less possessive. He would hold me afterward, stroking my belly and whispering how much he loved our family, how he would do anything to protect it.I let him. My body still craved him. But my mind was screaming.On the fourth morning, I found the courage to speak while we were having breakfast on the terrace.“I want to go back to the mainland for a while,” I said quietly, not meeting his eyes. “Just for a few weeks. To clear my head.”The silence that followed was deafening.Alexander set his coffee down slowly. When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously calm.“No.”I

I avoided looking at myself in the mirror for three days straight.Every time I caught my reflection — pregnant belly, rose-gold collar gleaming against my skin, the faint marks Alexander left on my thighs — I felt sick. The woman staring back wasn’t the innocent girl who had moved into his mansion. She was something Alexander had carefully shaped and broken.He noticed my silence, of course. He always noticed everything.On the fourth evening, he found me sitting on the edge of the private dock, legs dangling over the water, staring at the horizon like it could save me.Alexander sat beside me without speaking at first. The sunset painted everything in blood-red and gold.“You’re pulling away,” he said finally, voice low. “I can feel it.”I didn’t answer.He reached over and gently turned my face toward him. His thumb brushed my lower lip — the same gentle gesture he used the night he first claimed me.“Talk to me, babygirl. Don’t make me force it out of you.”The words spilled out b