Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 187

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Chapter 187

Chapter 187

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If someone handed me a golden ticket to the most interesting movie in the world and told me I could either leave now or stay exactly where I was, I wouldn’t even hesitate, I would stay. Because whatever was unfolding in front of me right now was far more dramatic than anything a screenwriter could ever dream up.

No director, no matter how famous or well-funded, could recreate a scene like this. Where would they even find the budget to bring together the two most powerful men in the country, two men who clearly hated each other, to stand face to face in the same room? It was absurd, and fascinating.

At this point, I wasn’t even angry that this was happening at my wedding party. If anything, I felt entertained. I had never liked parties to begin with. They were predictable, filled with fake smiles and shallow conversations, and I always found myself counting down the minutes until I could leave. But this? This was anything but boring.

I tilted my head slightly as I watched the tension stretch between the two older men and muttered under my breath. “All I need right now is a box of popcorn.”

Beside me, Sierra smirked, completely unfazed as she took a slow sip of her drink. “Tell me about it,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She didn’t look scared or even slightly intimidated by what was happening, which only confirmed how used she was to this level of chaos.

Even Silas, standing not too far away in his pristine white suit, only sighed in mild annoyance. “I just hope no one drags me into this to sue the other like last time,” he muttered. “I don’t have the energy for another family war.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him. That was the curse of being the most renowned lawyer in the world, when powerful families clashed, you became their first call whether you liked it or not.

My gaze shifted to Mr. Sinclair.

I had met him before, back when I was still with Matthew. The first time I saw him, I immediately knew I didn’t want to be on his bad side. Nobody did.

Even his own children were careful around him, always choosing their words cautiously, as if one wrong sentence could cost them everything. He was quiet, observant, and terrifyingly intelligent. When Matthew introduced me to him, I had braced myself for rejection. I was an orphan with no fortune, nothing that would benefit a family like the Sinclairs. But he didn’t comment on my background.

He didn’t question my worth. He simply nodded and said he had known my father before he died.

Back then, I thought he was the most dangerous man I had ever met. But standing here now, looking at Hades’ grandfather, I realized something, there were different kinds of danger. Mr. Sinclair controlled everything. Kim Seo-joon, on the other hand, felt like a predator that had survived by devouring everything in its path. There was something in his eyes that made my skin prickle.

And now those two men stood in the same room. Something was about to happen. I could feel it. More importantly, my gaze drifted to the man standing beside Mr. Sinclair.

Roman.

From what I’ve heard, Roman despised his father. He had cut ties with the family, distanced himself from the Sinclair empire, and made it clear he wanted nothing to do with them. So what was he doing here, standing at his father’s side?

As if sensing my stare, Roman’s eyes shifted to me. Or was it always on me? Either way, they didn’t move away.

His

gaze traveled slowly over me. It wasn’t the casual glance of someone acknowledging a familiar face. It was deliberate. Roman looked at me, like someone watching a child stare longingly at a toy displayed behind glass, fully aware that the toy would never belong to him. For a split second, I didn’t even know how to react. I was married to his brother. It was my

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wedding day. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that.

I glanced at Hades, only to find him already looking at Roman.

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There was a casual smile on his face, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes but still carried a trace of mockery. And just to make it worse, and twist the knife a little deeper, Hades tightened his arms around my waist and pulled me closer against him before leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

I blinked up at him, surprised, then rolled my eyes internally.

This man was unbelievably petty.

Instead of focusing on the looming storm gathering in front of us, like his father and grandfather, the two most powerful men in the country, standing face to face like rival kings about to declare war, he was teasing his brother.

Was he not concerned? Did he not care about what would happen if they fought? Or did none of it matter to him?

Roman’s expression darkened at the sight of us. His jaw tightened, and for a brief second, something raw flashed across his face before he masked it. Before I could think of a way to ease the awkwardness, or decide whether I should step away from Hades to de-escalate the silent rivalry between brothers, Mr. Kim’s voice cut through the hall.

“Your son?” he repeated coolly. “You seem to have forgotten that he is also my grandson. His mother was my daughter. I have every right to ask him to join the Kim Group.”

His voice echoed across the marble floors and high ceilings, commanding attention without effort.

Mr. Sinclair’s gaze hardened. “So now you finally remember you had a daughter? Didn’t you disown her a long time ago because she married me? You didn’t remember she was your daughter, or that he was your grandson, until you saw the benefit.”

A faint murmur rippled through the guests, but no one dared speak too loudly.

Mr. Kim smiled, slow and unbothered. “You’re more emotional than I thought,” he said almost lazily. “I didn’t expect you to be angry about this. After all, you’re just like me.” His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “The only reason you married my daughter was to get back at me. You wanted leverage. You wanted to use me. But I didn’t allow that.”

Mr. Sinclair’s composure cracked for a split second. “You-”

“And besides,” Mr. Kim continued smoothly, cutting him off as if he hadn’t spoken at all, “I don’t know why I should even be having this conversation with you. Shouldn’t I be the one who’s angry? You took my daughter from me. And she died while she was with you.”

Silence.

Mr. Sinclair stopped mid-retort. The sharpness in his posture faltered slightly, as if those words had struck somewhere deep inside him. For the first time since he entered, he didn’t look like an untouchable empire builder. He looked like a man who had lost something.

I swallowed and instinctively turned to look at Roman.

He wasn’t looking at his father.

He was glaring at Hades. And suddenly, Roman’s words from that day echoed in my mind.

“It’s because Hades killed our mother, the only woman who ever loved us. He’s a cold-hearted murderer, someone incapable of loving anyone. No matter what you think, no matter what heys, he doesn’t love you and never will. A man like that doesn’t even know what that word means. Loving him will only get you killed.”

My chest tightened. I slowly looked up at Hades.

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His expression hadn’t changed. His arms were still around me, posture relaxed, his face unreadable. But his eyes had gone completely cold, like a frozen ocean hiding something dark and endless beneath the surface.

For the first time that night, the drama stopped feeling entertaining.

It started feeling dangerous.

I glanced at Hades again.

From the outside, he still looked perfectly normal, calm, composed, and almost bored. But I knew him well enough now to see the shift. It was the look he wore when something old and buried had been disturbed.

Without thinking too much about it, I slipped my hand into his and tightened my grip.

The movement was small, but it made him pause. He looked down at me, clearly taken aback. Hades Sinclair was not a man people comforted. He was the one who comforted no one and needed nothing. Yet here I was, holding his hand tightly in front of the entire elite circle of the country.

I smiled at him softly. Not the cunning smile I gave his grandfather. Not the mocking one I used on Nora. This one was different, meant only for him. I hoped he would understand what I wasn’t saying out loud. That no matter what happened in the past, no matter what people accused him of, no matter what guilt or anger he carried inside, I would stand beside him. I wasn’t here because he was powerful. I wasn’t here because I needed protection.

I was here because I chose to be.

His eyes searched mine for a second longer than usual, and then the coldness in them melted away. The tension in his shoulders eased almost imperceptibly, and his gaze softened in a way that still made my heart stutter every single time.

Mr. Sinclair opened his mouth, clearly about to respond to Mr. Kim’s accusation, but before he could speak, a low chuckle cut through the silence,

It came from Hades,

At first, it was quiet, almost under his breath, then it grew louder and richer, until it echoed through the hall. Every single person turned to look at him.

The Sinclairs.

The Kims.

The guests.

Hades looked at both patriarchs with complete indifference, as though they were nothing more than mildly amusing actors in a play he had grown tired of watching.

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