Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)
"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in.
"Tell me, how many times have I f*cked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?"
...............
He was my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive.
With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count.
Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs.
I'm willing to let him ruin me.
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Gina>>>>>
The only way today could fix itself from the jinx my father started it with was if the day could play out exactly like it did in my dream.
So I picked a gown like I wore in my dream; in hopes of manifesting the dream. The dress was similar to what I had on inside the dream, and I decided to skip the use of underwear just in-case.
I arrived downstairs. Contrary to how it was in my dream, there was no Frank in sight or at the dining table- but, the table was set.
I was still peeping around when I felt a presence came up from behind me. I walked a few meters away from the stairs before I turned around to see him halted.
He wouldn't finish descending the stairs. He leaned into the wall with his arm folded over his chest as he pinned a lowered gaze on me.
"Good morning," he whispered out in his throaty voice.
I cut gaze with him. For some reason it felt too much to look him in the eyes. "Morning," I too responded in a whisper like tone.
"So you're back to talking to me now huh?"
I heard him scoff, followed by the sound of his steps as he finish descending the stairs. He walked past me and straight to the dining table where he slid into one of the seats.
"Your father is gone, Little bird. You can't avoid me forever, especially if it's going to be the both of us alone for the next couple of weeks." He snickered, jeering at my seclusion.
"I-" I had to pause whatever I was about to say when a loud sound pierced the air.
I glanced up at him and saw it was his phone, he already brought it out of his pocket and was staring down at the screen.
I don't know who it was that gave him a call, but he stood up, excused himself and walked off to go probably attend to the call.
I stared around curious. Who could that be?
I found myself trailing after the path he took. I've never seen that man received a call ever since I've known him. So who could be calling him now?
Even my dad doesn't call him when he's away or they're apart. I assumed then that he doesn't like call. Hence why I'm curious now on who was it that could be calling him.
Perhaps he's got a girlfriend. I mean he's too hot to be single, so maybe he's finally gotten a girlfriend.
I hid myself near the window cause he went out on the porch before he answered the call.
I couldn't exactly make out who was it he was speaking to, but he's yet to respond back and was only listening to whatever was being said to him.
"Are you done?" He asked whoever it was on the call with him. Safe to assume that person was ranting.
"I promised you. Do you trust me or not?" He seemed frustrated.
Trust him with what? What did he also promise? Is this about work?
Questions regarding his words pooled into my brain without censors.
"You've got to calm down, I already promise you. It's going smoothly, just a few more process. There's seriously nothing for you to worry about. If it wasn't for who you are to me, I wouldn't have picked your call to begin with,"
I knew it!
I knew the caller was someone dear to him. Now was it a man or a woman? Everything he said just now only has me deeper into the depth of my confusion.
"I'm gonna end the call now, goodbye."
I scurried away from the spot where I'd merge myself to be able to eavesdrop on his phone-call and quickly rushed back to resume my stance exactly where he left me.
Soon enough, his presence surfaced as he went straight back to resume his breakfast.
"You got a call?" I made sure my awe was as loud as my curiousness. "Who was it?"
He glanced at me, muted. He stared back down at his meal after a scoff.
"Do you have a girlfriend? Was it your girlfriend?" I found myself slowly approaching him.
He looked up at me once more, this time assessing me like I've grown an unnatural detail to my features.
"If I have one, would it break your heart?" He threw at me finally, his eyes squinted.
I looked away from him and shrugged. "Why would that break my heart? I already figured there's no way you'd be single," I told him with my eyes laid off him.
"And why is that?"
"Cause you know- you're hot. Hot- oh shit!" I clamped a palm shut on my lips, realizing the words I'd just sprouted.
Did I just call him hot? Okay earth, I'm calling out to you once more. Open the fuck up and let's be roommates till further fucking notice.
I watched a smug smirk grew into his face. "I'm hot? Do you think I'm hot, Little bird?"
No I'll not answer that. I proceed to take my own seat farthest from where he's seated, at the opposite end of the table.
I'm just gonna pretend he's not there and that my attraction to this man isn't slowly poisoning the peace of my mind, soul, life in a nutshell.
"Little bird," he called out humorously.
Fuck everything about this man is hot. From the way he talks, to that stupid beautiful broad smile on his face. Every single thing about him is attractive.
I would have thrown myself at him if he wasn't who he is to me. A goddamn father figure.
"I'll tell you what, if you could do three things for me, I promise to fuck you senseless like you've always wanted."
My head snapped over to him. Wait what? I paled out.
"Huh?"
"I won't repeat myself sweetheart. I'm well aware of what I walked into yesterday's night,"
He just had to remind me of what I thought he might've forgotten by now. Forgotten how? How could he forget so quickly unless he's got an incompetent brain weight.
"T-th-three things?" My voice had lost its pace. I sounded like a fractured mutt.
"Yes, little bird. Three things, but I have to warn you. The three stuffs are no ordinary things."
Okay is this a prank or am I still dreaming?
Something fishy is going on here. I can smell it.
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8.3
I loved Frank, but his twisted obsession with his adopted sister Alice destroyed us.
After I stood up to Alice at the hospital, Frank retaliated by leaking my private videos.
At that horrific werewolf ball, I was publicly humiliated-degraded while he watched.
Shattered, I fled to my family and cut him out of my life.
Years later, he found me, begging for forgiveness, but I had already moved on with Nick.
Consumed by rage, Frank burned our past to ashes-literally-with Alice trapped inside.
9.5
I was the heiress to a real estate empire, celebrating my engagement to Douglas at our Manhattan penthouse.
But when I stepped into the master bedroom, I caught him sleeping with my best friend, Krystle.
Before I could even react, Douglas forced me to sign away my family's entire trust fund.
He held up a tablet and forced me to watch a live feed of my parents being burned alive in our Hamptons estate.
"The fire hasn't reached the main house yet, sign it and I'll call them off," he lied.
As soon as the ink dried, he beat me to the ground and locked me in the soundproof study.
He poured twenty-three-year-old whiskey on the carpet and dropped a lit cigar.
"You could have walked away with nothing, but alive," he sneered.
He left me to burn to death while he and Krystle went back to our engagement party to drink champagne.
As the flames melted my skin and my bones shattered against the bulletproof glass, I couldn't understand it.
How could the man who promised me forever brutally exterminate my entire family just for money?
But I didn't die in that fire.
Three years later, with a reconstructed face and a new identity as the mysterious global designer Alice Moreau, I returned to New York.
Watching Douglas and Krystle flaunt the wealth they stole from my family's ashes, I smiled behind my black veil.
It was time to make them pay with everything they had.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.
9.8
"I didn't marry you for love, Elara. I married you for the land."
Five years ago, Elara Sterling wore a gold mask and shared a night of forbidden passion with Silas Vane, the "Ice King" of Seattle. Then, she vanished.
Now, she's back-not as a socialite, but as a struggling mother desperate to save her son. But Silas isn't the man she remembers. He's cold, powerful, and he just bought her father's debt.
The terms of the "Sterling Clause" are simple: Marry him for one year, and her debts are erased. But there's a catch. Silas doesn't just want the Sterling Port; he wants the son he never knew he had.
As Elara steps into a world of vipers and corporate sabotage, she must decide: Is she a wife, a prisoner, or the only woman powerful enough to melt the Ice King's heart?
In the game of power, love is the ultimate hostile takeover.
7.7
I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family’s struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive.
Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly.
I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel.
The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price.
I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family’s legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours.
"I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat.
I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn’s penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash—as long as he lets me be the one to bite.
9.6
For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale.
Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error.
Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter.
Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me.
Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing.
So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.