Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 65

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There is no place on earth to run from me

Violet

“You’re mine.”

“Ahh!”

My eyes snapped open as I jolted upright. My chest rose and fell too fast, sweat beading across my forehead. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.

For a second, I didn’t know where I was. I braced myself for shattered glass, the stench of burning metal, and my mother’s cold hand, but none of it came. Instead, I was in a room.

My hands shook as I dragged them down my face, trying to steady myself. I let out a shaky sigh of relief, but the bitter taste in my mouth refused to fade.

The same dream again.

I’d been having them for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t recall what really happened the day of the accident, but I had nightmares about it. For years, they came only in fragments, but lately, they’d grown so vivid that sometimes I could still feel the pain from that day.

I didn’t know if it was just my mind playing cruel tricks on me, or if these dreams were pieces of something real. But I knew I was close to finally seeing him.

The man who haunted my sleep.

I raked my fingers through my damp hair and stared at my trembling hands.

“She’s a witch, I tell you! She caused her parents‘ and brother’s deaths. I mean, how else could she have survived that injury?”

“I know, right? There’s something wrong with her. She lost her whole family, and she’s smiling. I’ve never seen her cry. She’s a psychopath.”

“She should’ve died instead of her family. What a shame.”

My fists clenched around the blanket, the fabric twisting between my fingers. I could still hear those nurses whispering.

When I woke up after being in a coma for two weeks, I remembered nothing of the accident. And when they told me my parents and brother were gone, I didn’t even know what to feel.

It felt unreal. I just stared at the doctors, my mind blank. Back then, I wanted to scream, cry, and demand my family back. But when I saw my little brother Sebastian sobbing so hard, I swallowed it all down. I had to be the big sister he needed, I was the only one who could comfort him.

Someone had to act like things would be okay. So I buried my own grief. I didn’t cry in front of him, or anyone.

That was how the rumors spread, branding me a heartless psychopath who killed her family.

Nobody saw me when the lights were off. Nobody saw me cry under the blanket, biting down on the sheets so Sebastian wouldn’t hear.

Nobody saw how much I hated myself for surviving.

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye before I even realized it. I wiped it away quickly with the back of my

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hand, shaking my head hard.

“No,” I whispered to myself, the word barely audible. “No, Violet, don’t think about unnecessary things.”

I forced my gaze upward. The morning light was spilling softly into the room, brushing against my face. I blinked against it, finally taking in my surroundings properly.

This wasn’t my room.

My room wasn’t this grand. It didn’t have this dark aesthetic mixed with elegance. There were expensive pieces everywhere, but arranged so simply, that it didn’t look overwhelming. Every corner screamed wealth. It was understated, but I could feel the millions dripping from the walls.

I didn’t need to think too hard.

Hades.

I was in his room.

My stomach dropped.

What the hell was I doing here?

The last thing I remembered was him carrying me out of the hall, the cameras flashing, his jacket covering me. And then-

I froze. My eyes widened in horror.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I grabbed my hair, tugging at it in frustration. “Don’t tell me… I fell asleep!”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh, God. What the actual hell was wrong with me? I knew who this man was. And still, I got so comfortable in his arms that I passed out?

My gaze darted downward, my breath caught in my throat.

I wasn’t wearing my dress anymore. Instead, an oversized, baggy white shirt hung loosely off my shoulders, paired with what looked like a fresh set of men’s boxers.

Blood rushed to my cheeks.

I didn’t even want to know. I didn’t want to imagine what happened after. I didn’t want to picture his hands stripping me bare, or wonder if he wore that smug smirk on his face while doing it.

No. No, no, no.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

I needed to get out fast.

This time, I was smarter. I didn’t just bolt. I froze, listening, straining my ears for the slightest sound, the drip of water, footsteps, the creak of the floorboards, but there was nothing.

He wasn’t in the room.

Good.

My legs ached when I slid off the bed, the dull throb reminding me exactly what had happened last night, his

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hands, and his merciless pace. I clenched my jaw and ignored the ache, sweeping my hair into a messy bun with trembling fingers.

Then, I carefully tiptoed toward the door, my toes sinking silently against the floor. My heart pounded louder than my feet ever could.

My fingers wrapped around the door handle. My chest rose and fell fast, but I forced myself to breathe slowly, and keep calm.

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