Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 24

The door creaked open, and I immediately tensed.

Of course it was her.

Harper, my cousin’s personal maid.

She was the same age as us. She started working here when she was fifteen, but maid was a generous title for her. She was my cousin’s shadow, mouthpiece, and full-time headache. Honestly, the two of them shared one brain cell, when they weren’t using it to torment me and Sebastian.

She paused in the doorway, surprise flashing across her face.

“You-” she started.

I stared at her, blank and emotionless. She looked at my face, then at the suitcase in my hand, and finally at Tiger.

Her lips curled. “Oh? Isn’t this Miss Violet? Or am I hallucinating? Is this not the same girl who stormed out a year ago like some tragic heroine acting like she wouldn’t come back? What’s this, then? A dramatic return?”

I didn’t answer, or gave her a single word. I just shoved past her like she was nothing more than air. She stumbled backwards with a startled gasp.

“Hey!” she snapped behind me. “You can’t just ”

Tiger barked at her, causing her to stop mid-sentence and step back from me. She glared. “Who is this beast? You can’t bring him into the house! Miss Riley is allergic to dogs. Are you planning to kill her?”

I looked at Tiger.

Allergic?

Riley wasn’t allergic, she was just terrified. Dogs had always chased her when she was younger. I remembered one time a tiny, barky one had her screaming like she was being murdered.

Tiger stood calmly beside me, tail swishing once. I lowered my hand to his head, fingers sinking into the soft fur between his ears. He let out a low, satisfied rumble.

That’s what I loved about animals, they just knew who the good people were and who the bad ones were.

I looked back at her, who was still glaring at me like I’d dragged a demon into the house.

While part of me would have loved to see Riley screeching and runing across the living room in her fancy heels, I didn’t want Tiger getting hurt because of her. If she screamed loud enough, my aunt might actually have him killed.

I sighed and knelt slightly, stroking his back. “Guess you’ll have to stay outside for now, boy. I will come back and take you to my room after I sort everything out.”

Tiger huffed like he didn’t approve, but he didn’t resist when I gely nudged him toward the door.

I straightened, and walked into the house.

The mansion hadn’t changed.

Cold marble floors, high ceilings, a chandelier that cost more than my tuition.

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Everything was wrong. It was nothing like the warm home I remembered

After my parents died, my aunt gutted the place. She renovated everything, tossed out the furniture, removed every photo, erased every trace of my parents and brother. I was left with only a handful of things to remember them by.

I looked up at the wall. A painting now hung where my mother’s framed embroidery used to be. The memory hit me like a punch

to the chest.

Flashback

I ran through the hallway, giggling, clutching Sebastian’s favorite oy in my arms.

“Viiiooleeet!” he wailed behind me.

I turned and stuck out my tongue. “Too slow, Sebby!”

Five-year-old Sebastian’s face crumpled. Big tears welled up in his round eyes. He let out a loud sniffle, then the crying started.

I blinked. “Seb-”

“What did you do to make him cry this time, Violet?” my father’s voice rang out from the dinner table.

I peeked in. He sat on the couch, newspaper open in his hands, only glancing up with one raised brow.

“I didn’t do anything!” I shouted, hiding the toy behind my back.

Sebastian sniffled harder and clung to Father’s leg. “Violet took my toy, daddy.”

“No, I did not!” I pouted, backing away, both hands behind me. But I wasn’t fast enough.

A hand reached behind me and gently plucked the toy from my grip

I turned around, already sulking.

“Skyler!”

My older brother grinned down at me, that infuriating dimple in his left cheek showing as he held the toy up like it was evidence

in a crime.

“What’s this then?” he asked, teasing.

I crossed my arms and stuck out my lower lip. Skyler turned to Sebastian, who was still sniffling dramatically, his chubby cheeks blotchy and red. Skyler patted his curly red hair, knelt down, and handed him the toy.

“Here you go, champ. Don’t cry.”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up instantly, and he wiped his face with his sleeves. “Thank you, Sky!”

I scowled, still pouting. “I also wanted to play with that toy.”

From the kitchen, I heard the soft clatter of plates. My mother stepped out, her apron still tied over her simple blue dress, followed by two maids balancing dishes.

She placed the steaming tray down on the dining table, then walk over to me and without a word, litted me into her arms.

“Hmm,” she chuckled, shaking her head gently. “Twelve years old and still fighting over toys.”

I wrapped my arms around her neck and inhaled her scent.

“I don’t have to let things go just because I’m older,” I murmured

She laughed and kissed my cheek.

“Maybe not,” she said. “But being the older sister means learning to share.”

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She placed me in my chair, then did the same for Sebastian, kissing the top of his head. Skyler slid into his usual seat across from me. My father looked up from his newspaper.

“It’s because you’re all still young,” he said, folding the paper. “When you grow up, you’ll have to sacrifice a lot more for your brother. I once operated on a man who asked me to remove his heart and give it to his son. That’s a sacrifice.”

Sebastian stared at him, horrified. I, on the other hand, was practically bouncing in my seat.

“Did the father die?” I asked, eyes wide.

“The man died, of course

“Leo,” my mother cut in, swatting his arm with a dish towel. “Sto. You’re scaring Seb.”

My father blinked, then laughed. “Sorry. Sometimes I get carried away.”

Skyler rolled his eyes. “Dad, maybe save the heart surgery stories for after dinner.”

My father was more than just a doctor, he was the director of one of the top three hospitals in the country. I was incredibly proud to be his daughter. Unlike Skyler and Sebastian, who had no interest in medicine, I was fascinated by it. I wanted to take over the hospital one day.

Dad turned to me and smiled. “At least little Violet thinks I’m cool

I nodded eagerly. “Yes! You’re so cool.”

My mother rolled her eyes and turned to me. “You don’t need to sacrifice anything, Violet. You and Seb just need to learn to share, that’s all we want. I want the three of you to love each other. Your father and I will always protect you.”

Across the table, Sebastian glanced at his toy. Then, without a word, he reached out and gently slid it toward me.

“Here,” he said softly. “You can play with it, big sis.”

I looked at the toy, then at him, a slow smile tugging at my lips. “Hehe… actually, I am the older sister, so I’ll let you play with

it.”

He grinned wide, and my parents chuckled.

Skyler scoffed, shaking his head. “Her and her little ego.”

My mother smiled as she placed the last bowl on the table. “Alright, let’s eat.”

I nodded, letting my gaze sweep over each of them before smiling,

I was so lucky to have had a family like them.

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End of Flashback

A burst of laughter pulled me back to the present.

I blinked.

My eyes shifted to the dining room at the far end of the hall. The sound was coming from there.

I exhaled quietly and wiped my cheek.

Somehow, tears had fallen.

Stop it, I told myself. That family’s gone.

I took a deep breath and walked toward the dining room. When I reached the entrance, I stopped.

They didn’t see me right away.

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Cinderella got lucky

Violet

I’ve never seen the Cinderella movies before.

I’ve only read the books.

The story was simple, a girl loses her mother young, her father remarries a beautiful but wicked woman with two cruel daughters, and when her father dies, well, that’s when the real nightmare begins.

They strip her of everything. Her place, her voice, and her freedom

As a kid, I hated it. Not because it was sad, but because it was stupid

She owned the house, didn’t she? Why didn’t Cinderella just tell them to leave? Why didn’t she fight back? It made no sense to me. She just let herself be walked on like some kind of doormat in pearls.

That was probably why I never watched the movie. And as an adult I didn’t watch it because there was no point.

Why would I want to watch it, when I was living it?

My aunt was cruel. My cousins were evil. But unlike Cinderella, I wasn’t locked in a dusty attic, I had my own room.

The only real difference between us? Her prince wasn’t an asshole

Maybe Cinderella got lucky. At least her story ended with someone choosing her.

My uncle was the first to break the suffocating silence.

“Violet?”

My aunt stood suddenly, napkin falling from her lap. “What are you doing here?”

I opened my mouth to speak when Riley laughed out loud. Her shoulders shook as she wiped away fake tears.

Her mother turned to her, brows drawn. “Riley? What is it?”

Riley barely calmed down enough to breathe. “Ah, sorry,” she said between gasps, “it’s just… it’s true.”

“What’s true?”

Riley gave me a long, amused look. “At first, when Nora told me, I thought she was just being dramatic. I mean, no matter how much of a bad luck magnet Violet is, her boyfriend wouldn’t just let her drown, and save someone else, right?”

My heart skipped.

Riley’s grin widened. “But she was right. I didn’t believe it until now. Look at her, she’s back here like a stray cat. So yeah, I guess he really did save Nora instead of her. This just proves nobody loves you, Violet. Not even the guy you thought would save you.”

Her words hit like a slap but I didn’t say anything.

“Riley, that’s enough,” my uncle said.

Her mother rolled her eyes. “What? She didn’t say anything untrue Violet left this house acting like her boytriend worshipped the ground she walked on. Like she was better than everyone here And look at her now. She is back here after she was dumped. Crawling home like a little girl who lost her way.”

“You don’t have to speak that way,” my uncle said, his voice cutting through the tension. “You don’t know what she’s going through.”

My aunt snapped her head toward him. “Stop taking her side! We are your family for Christ’s sake.”

Riley sat back down, arms crossed, that same smug smirk plastered across her face.

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I looked at them. This was how it always went.

My aunt and Riley tossing barbed words at me, and my uncle, always trying to help.

I took a deep breath and said calmly, “I came back because I don’t have any place to live. That’s it. Once I find a place, I’ll leave.”

My uncle turned to me, his expression softening. “You don’t need to worry about that, Violet. You can stay here as long as you want. This house is yours, after all. We only came here to take care of you and Sebastian.”

My aunt stiffened. I saw her mouth twitch like she wanted to protest, but she couldn’t.

She couldn’t because he was right. This house belonged to me and Seb.

After our parents and Skylar died, this was still our home. They only moved in to fill a space that was never theirs to own.

It was like a switch had flipped after the funeral. The warmth theysed to show when my parents were alive vanished. What was left was their true selves, except my uncle.

He was the only one who still looked at us like we were people worth protecting. That was why I never asked him for anything. I never brought my problems to him. I didn’t want him to fight with his family.

I gave him a genuine smile. “Thank you,”

He nodded. “You should rest. I’ll ask the maid to bring you something to eat.”

“And, one more thing, uncle. I have a dog with me. I’ll keep him in my room. He’s well-behaved, and I promise he won’t bother anyone.”

Riley’s smile dropped instantly. My aunt blinked and then snapped “Hell no! My baby is allergic to dogs!”