We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Within moments, her resistance gave way to something more

disturbing. Her eyes widened, darting around the room at phantoms

only she could see.

“Hahaha! You’ve all been deceived!” she cackled, backing away from invisible tormentors. “You’re all monsters! Stay back! Don’t touch me!

Get away from me!”

Cedar stirred against my chest, her fingers weakly clutching at my shirt collar. “What… what did you give her?” Her breath was warm against my skin, her voice carrying an unintentional sensuality from whatever drug Selena had administered earlier.

“You’re concerned for her? After what she did to you?” I couldn’t hide

my displeasure.

Cedar’s hazel eyes, though clouded with the effects of the drug, held steady. “I don’t want you… facing legal consequences… because of

her.”

Something tightened in my chest. Even now, Cedar was thinking practically, protectively.

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“Selena has had mental health issues since a certain… incident. This

medication is prescribed to calm her episodes. Unfortunately, an excessive dose can exacerbate her condition rather than manage it.” I

watched Selena raving at the shadows. “It appears we’ve witnessed

exactly that.”

Cedar’s breathing grew more labored, each exhale sending a warm flutter against my skin. I shifted her weight in my arms, fighting against the unwelcome heat pooling in my core.

“Albert, arrange for Ms. Wright to be transported to Lakeside Psychiatric. Inform them she’s experiencing a severe paranoid episode with aggressive tendencies. She’ll need round–the–clock

supervision.”

Albert nodded, already making the call.

I knew the truth behind Selena’s deterioration. After that Wright family gathering where her future were crushed, she’d started an obsessive campaign against Cedar and me online, spreading elaborate rumors about me having secret children. My team had been working overtime deleting these posts.

Yesterday, the posts suddenly stopped. It had triggered my suspicion and led to having her followed. If I hadn’t, who knows what might have happened to Cedar tonight.

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“Daddy, is Mommy okay?” Oliver had recovered from his initial panic

and carefully approached us, looking at Cedar with genuine concern.

“She still looks like she’s in pain. You should take her to the hospital.”

I froze. “What did you just call her?”

“Mommy… I…” Oliver’s voice trailed off as realization hit him.. His

eyes darted to Cedar, whose expression, despite the drug’s influence,

was shifting from confusion to dawning comprehension.

“Get Oliver back to the mansion now,” I ordered the nearest security personnel, my voice betraying none of the turmoil beneath.

As they lifted Oliver away, his eyes never left Cedar’s face, tears welling up as he was carried from the warehouse.

Cedar’s POV

The harsh warehouse light pulsed overhead, casting shadows that danced across Ridley’s sharp features. My mind felt like Chicago during an electrical storm–flashes of clarity illuminating the

darkness before plunging back into chaos.

Oliver had called Ridley “Daddy.”

So he was the third Sterling child. Not just some orphaned boy I’d

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been caring for, but Ridley Sterling’s son.

The realization crashed through me like a wrecking ball demolishing

load–bearing walls. Everything was collapsing, rearranging itself into

a new, terrible configuration.

How had I missed it? The pieces fell into devastating alignment: my

suspiciously easy hiring at Nest Design, Oliver’s inexplicable wealth

when he’d offered eight million dollars to help with my debt, his

panicked reaction when Ridley came to my apartment, his absence at

the Sterling family gathering…

It had all been a calculated deception. But why? What possible reason

could there be for this elaborate charade? Had my affection, my care,

my love meant anything at all?

A wave of heat surged through me, unrelated to my emotional

turmoil. Whatever drug Selena had administered was working its way

deeper into my system.

“It’s so hot,” I murmured, tugging at the collar of my dress. The heavy

fabric felt like a furnace against my skin.

Ridley’s grip on me tightened. “Don’t,” he commanded, his voice

rough.

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The cool night air filtered through the broken windows, but it

provided no relief. The swinging overhead light created disorienting

patterns, bright then dim, bright then dim–mirroring the clarity that

came and went in my mind.

I pulled at Ridley’s suit jacket that he’d wrapped around me earlier,

desperate for relief from the burning sensation crawling across my

skin.

“Leave it on,” he ordered, but I heard the strain beneath his

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