
My Baby Found Her Daddy
Luna Hart · Ongoing · 60.7k Words
Introduction
My body burned, my mind was a blur, and all I could remember was the way he took me with relentless force.
I clutched the sheets and never even saw his face clearly.
Five years later, I return to this city with my child—only to run into that same cold, powerful man again.
He corners me, his gaze dark and burning.
“The woman that night... was it you?”
I grit my teeth and let out a cold laugh, denying everything.
If that night was never an accident, then what kind of ending is waiting for us?
Chapter 1
Clara’s POV
I lay on that wide bed, my whole body falling apart, as if I were being scorched over and over by an invisible wave of heat. The ceiling of the luxurious presidential suite blurred into a sheet of white before my eyes. Dizziness came like the tide, wave after wave, swallowing me whole. My chest burned as if it were on fire, every inch of my skin so sensitive it felt hot to the touch. Sweat seeped out and clung stickily to the sheets.
I panted, trying to sit up, only to find my legs too weak to part. Waves of heat surged downward from my lower belly, and the emptiness made me unconsciously writhe my hips, aching to be touched.
I desperately tried to open my eyes, to see this man’s face clearly.
He bent down, his scorching breath brushing over my neck. I felt his fingers, gentle yet firm, gliding over my collarbone. The coolness was instantly swallowed by the flames inside me.
My body arched. My breasts ached with swelling pain as his palm moved there, kneading and tugging. A sharp pleasure shot straight to my core, making my whole body tense. His other hand slipped beneath my skirt, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing over my sensitive skin, parting the slick folds, his middle finger pushing directly inside and stirring the secret places within.
I gasped sharply as wetness spilled out, slicking his intrusion. That pressing point sent a current through my entire body.
His lips pressed to my earlobe, nibbling lightly, his tongue licking it. That hot, damp touch made my waist twist. He spread my legs apart, the hard heat of him pressing at my entrance before slowly pushing in.
The initial fullness and pain turned into wild delight. Every inch that entered set off sparks, stretching open my desire layer by layer.
Then he began to thrust, driving deep to the hilt, the wet sounds mixing with my moans. He sucked at my breasts, his teeth grazing lightly, the pleasure piling higher and higher. I clutched the sheets, my whole body tightening as I responded to him, a wave of heat erupting from deep inside me.
The rhythm grew fierce as he sped up, pounding harder. I screamed as climax crashed over me, my whole body convulsing, my mind going hazy until nothing was left but endless trembling and satisfaction.
In the darkness, I sank completely.
I only remembered that in one hazy moment, a trace of coolness touched my neck—gentle, as if someone had placed something there. I had no strength to open my eyes, no strength to move. But that small touch of coolness made me briefly awake for a second in the heavy darkness.
I slept until noon the next day.
When I finally woke up, the first person I saw was Iris Bennett—my half-sister.
She stood by the bed with her arms crossed, looking down at me from above, her eyes full of naked contempt.
I quickly wrapped the sheet around my body, my heartbeat accelerating sharply. I could feel the marks on my skin—I didn’t want her to see any more. My horrified gaze met hers, and the next second, she turned away and picked up her handbag from the nightstand.
She pulled out a check and casually tossed it onto the bed beside me.
“Your job is done. Here’s eight hundred thousand dollars. Take it and leave Maplewood City today.”
Her voice was as cold as ice.
“As for what happened last night, you’d better keep your mouth shut and pretend nothing ever happened.” She paused, then continued, “Otherwise, I can make you disappear without a trace, and I can reduce everything your mother left you to ashes. Clara, you’d better behave.”
After throwing out those words, she gave me a contemptuous look from head to toe, then turned and left.
I sat on the bed, staring blankly at the check in my hand.
Eight hundred thousand dollars.
That was the price of my dignity and my virginity.
If Mom hadn’t died so early, if Dad hadn’t married Monica Hale, how would I have ended up like this—forced to trade my body for a chance to study abroad?
I gave a bitter smile, though there was a trace of dark humor in it. At least from now on, I owed the Bennett family nothing anymore.
I put on the slightly wrinkled clothes from the night before, took the check, and left that room.
Two days later, I boarded a plane overseas.
A month later, in a foreign country, when the doctor handed me my pregnancy test result, I froze on the spot.
I never expected that night to leave behind such a result. I didn’t even know who the father of the child was—I could barely remember anything about that man. The only thing I remembered was that he wasn’t stingy. When I woke up, there was a sapphire pendant around my neck—just the weight of it felt expensive.
Nine months later, I lay on the operating table and gave birth to triplets.
But when I recovered enough to go see the babies, the doctor told me that one of them had mysteriously disappeared.
At that moment, my whole world collapsed. I only survived by looking at the other two children.
Five years later.
Holding the hands of a pair of almost identical boy-girl twins and carrying simple luggage, I walked out of the arrivals exit at Maplewood International Airport.
Returning to this city, my feelings were too complicated to put into words.
My son Ethan tilted his head up and looked at me. “Mom, is this the city where you grew up?”
I gently stroked his head and said softly, “Yes, Ethan. This is where I used to live.”
“But Mom,” my daughter Chloe said in her childish voice, her tone carrying a bit of seriousness, “are you sure we can find our long-lost sister in this city?”
I looked off into the distance. After a moment, I said, “Your godmother found some clues. If everything goes well, we’ll find her soon.”
Just then, my phone rang. It was my classmate, Derek Robinson.
“Clara, I’m really sorry. I was going to pick you up at the airport, but an emergency surgery came up at the last minute. I got out too late and couldn’t make it.” His voice was apologetic.
Derek was the vice president of Havenbrook General Hospital. I knew his schedule was always packed—so I wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t make it, and I didn’t take it to heart.
“It’s okay. We’ll take a cab over. See you at the hospital,” I replied.
“Okay. Thank you for understanding, Clara. Jasper’s father’s surgery is waiting for you to take the lead.”
After hanging up, I quickly hailed a cab with the children and left the airport.
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