Your Dad Is Mine
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His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. My pulse thrummed wildly beneath his mouth as he trailed heated kisses along my neck. Each brush of his lips left my skin tingling.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Mr. Turner," I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly.
His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes.
"Why not?" he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need.
I swallowed hard. "You're... you're my ex-fiancé's father."
He paused. For a moment, everything stilled... his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering.
"No one has to know, Catherine," he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "I can be your dirty secret."
A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous.
I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn't.
Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve.
When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now, almost black with want. Lightning caught in the sharp line of his jaw, and a wicked smirk tugged at his lips.
"I'm going to show you the world," he said. "If you'd let me."
Your Dad Is Mine Chapter 1
I stepped out of the Lyft with a bottle of Rosé in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. The December wind whipped through my coat, biting at my skin, but I barely felt it through the excitement. I was finally home.
Jayden's manor loomed ahead, glowing with holiday lights, picturesque as always. My heels clicked against the stone pathway as I buzzed myself in, replaying our last phone call.
'Katie, baby, please tell me you're coming home for Christmas. I don't think I can spend another week without you.'
I giggled, nursing a cup of coffee as my secretary passed me some files to sign off on. 'I'm sorry, but work has been so crazy. The firm had a last minute client and I'm this close to losing my mind.'
He sighed. 'I'll miss you.'
I smiled brightly, staring at the 24 karat diamond ring Jayden had used to propose. 'I'm so sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you.'
'I love you too Katie bear.'
That was two days ago. Luckily I was able to wrap up just in time to catch the last flight back home. I didn't call when I landed. I wanted to surprise him. Big gesture. Classic rom-com moment.
I punched in the gate code and waited as the iron doors buzzed open. My heels echoed in the cold as I climbed the familiar steps. The front door swung open and my breath caught.
Blue eyes. Salt-and-pepper hair. Jaw like a Roman sculpture. Mr. Turner. Jayden's father, looking every bit the man who turned heads without trying.
"Cathrine," his deep voice rumbled through the air, as smooth as aged whiskey. "I wasn't aware you were in town."
I offered a sheepish smile, struggling to balance the oversized chocolate box on my hip. "Yeah... I managed to make it in last minute."
A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, but he stepped aside. "Jayden's around here somewhere. Make yourself at home."
As he walked away, I noticed, again, how strange it was that I'd never seen him with a woman. Not once in two years. My friends always joked I was dating the wrong Turner. "Ditch the trust fund kid," they'd tease. "Go for the silver fox with actual ambition."
They didn't understand. Jayden could be intense, sure. But he had his moments. We had our moments.
My phone buzzed and I smiled at the text. It was from my sister, Ellie.
I'm so glad you're back in the city. The hospital's like a literal cell. They threw a fit cause I left to get jelly! Save me!
Be good Ellie. I'll be there as soon as I can.
I shoved my phone into my coat and climbed the staircase with a flutter in my chest, careful not to spill the Rosé. His door was slightly ajar. I raised my hand to knock but stopped short.
I furrowed my brows, slowly pressing my ear to the door. Giggles, stumbling, I heard at least two people and from the voices, one was a woman. Confusion still wrapped around me.
Maybe it was Kyle. He always brought his sleazy hookups home and sometimes in his brother's room.
Then I heard his voice... Jayden's.
"You're so goddamn sexy," he slurred, followed by more giggles and the unmistakable sound of kissing.
The world stilled. My lungs forgot how to breathe. I should've walked away or stormed in or done something, but I stood frozen. Until the moaning started.
My heart cracked. I pushed the door open.
Let me tell you what was worse than finding out your fiancé was cheating on you. Your fiancé, cheating on you with your friend.
"Carol?" I whispered but they were too busy sucking each other's tongues off to notice me. Not until I snapped louder, "Jayden!"
They jolted apart like children caught with matches. Jayden fumbled for his pants. Carol scrambled for her shirt, hiding behind him.
"K...Katie?" Jayden stammered.
This had to be some kind of elaborate sick joke. "What... what's going on here?"
Jayden's gaze bounced around. "Baby it's not what it looks like."
"Oh?" I laughed but there was no humor behind it. "Because it looks like you were just cheating on me... with my best friend."
Carol whimpered behind him.
"Carol, why the hell are you hiding? I already saw you."
She stepped out, clutching her shirt to her chest. Her eyes were red.
"Someone better start talking, or I swear to God-"
"I'm sorry Katie!" She cried, curling her shirt to her chest and Jayden cursed under his breath. "I just... we don't..."
"Katie... baby," Jayden stepped forward, slipping into that familiar, manipulative tone. "It was just a dumb mistake." He exhaled, taking a hand through his hair. "We went to Kyle's party together and one thing led to another but I promise you baby, it was just a mistake."
"A mistake?" I repeated, voice rising. "I took an eight-hour flight to surprise you... and this is what I find? That's not a mistake, it's a choice!
Carol chipped in and I swore I would have committed murder. "Katie," she sobbed. "Please it didn't... it didn't mean anything we-"
"Shut the hell up!" I snapped and Jayden stepped in front of Carol, almost like he was... protecting her?
"Look Katie," he started, "I'm a man. And men have urges. I mean... you left for two months."
"I was working!"
"Exactly!" He snapped, "you're always working. You never have time for me. It was inevitable."
I flinched like he'd slapped me. "I spend everyday working my ass if ever since I graduated. I don't come from fancy old money Jayden," I shouted. "I don't have daddy's million dollars to cushion my fall. You know that and you..." I jabbed a finger in his chest. "I trusted you. You're the only man I'd ever been with in my life."
He tore his gaze me with his jaw screwed tight. "Even on those long days, those late nights I made sure we spoke, made sure you were around, moved my meetings around to have dinner," I inhaled. "And you say I didn't make time for you?"
Somebody wake me for this nightmare.
"That's the problem Katie," he said, Carol still clutching on him like a lifeline. "You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!"
"Your father has the money Jayden," I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let's just say he didn't like being compared to his father.
"Screw you Katie," he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck.
"How... how long has this been going on?"
Jayden paused, looking back at me while Carol was the poster of terror. He shrugged. "A few months. You know what?" He said, turning fully to me. "We're done, Katie. You can stay the night or not. Just keep your negative energy away from my stuff."
"Leave the ring on the nightstand," he growled. "That shit cost more than your yearly income."
He brushed past me with Carol and I was too dumbfounded to catch up to what was going on. Did that really just happen? Did he just break up with me, after cheating?
My heart pounded, fury rising like a wave that came too late. "I'M the one who gets to call it quits!" I screamed at the hallway.
They were gone.
I looked down at the ring on my finger, then at the perfectly made bed they'd just desecrated.
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Your Dad Is Mine of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
8.2
In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual.
But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum.
If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me.
The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother.
I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders.
So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition.
"I will only ever take one mate."
And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap.
"Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
