Daisy’s P.O.V.As I pack the bags for the trip, Hope goes to the washroom to pee. She made me pack all the dresses she had purchased with her father a few days ago.“Mommy, come!” As I hear Hope’s shout, I immediately rush to the bathroom, worried about her.“What—” As I enter, my words trail off, seeing the sight in front of me. Hope has spilt shampoo all over the clothes.I march towards her, scolding, “Hope, what did you do?”“Mommy, I was just washing my hands,” she says, giving me an innocent look.“But, Hope, it’s shampoo,” I explain. “We wash our hair with this.”“Oopsie-Topsy, Mommy. Hope forgot.” She giggles, and I shake my head in disbelief at her condition.“Now I have to bathe you.” I kneel and take off her dress.“Yippee… I’ll bathe again.” She claps her hands with delight because she loves to play with water in her little pink bathtub.“Hopi, don’t tell me you did this deliberately to take a bath.” I give her a wary look, placing my hands on my waist.She shakes her head
Luke’s P.O.V.I admire my little princess who sleeps soundly on the bed in the private jet. Daisy has gone to the restroom. I can’t believe I’m going on my first vacation with my family. It feels unreal.I never thought that after coming to New York, my life would change like this. Meeting Hope, feeling a strong connection with her, meeting Daisy, then learning Hope is my daughter—everything seems so surreal. And now, here we are, flying together in my private jet.Despite all the mistakes I’ve made in the past, I’m grateful for the second chance to be a part of their lives, to be Hope’s father.My trance breaks as the plane suddenly shakes, and Daisy falls onto my lap. My hands automatically grab her bare waist to steady her. She clutches my blazer, and our gazes lock. Our heartbeats quicken, and our breathing becomes heavy because of our proximity.She looks even more beautiful up close. I can sense her body shivering because of my touch on her waist, and I’m getting hard beneath he
Daisy’s P.O.V.Luke was right last night. It’s true that his touch still affects me, but I hate it. This time, I can’t let my feelings overpower me. I can’t afford to let myself get swept away by his charm again. I came on this trip for Hope, not to reconcile with my ex-husband.I’ve worked so hard to rebuild my life without him, to find happiness and fulfilment on my terms. I can’t let myself be drawn back into the cycle of heartache and disappointment.And how can I forgive him after the way he cheated on me? I lost myself because of him.I lie on a lounger chair in the backyard, dressed in a two-piece white swimsuit beneath a white shirt. Hope and Luke are enjoying in the infinity pool. She is sitting on a flamingo float and splashing water on her father while giggling.It’s getting difficult for me to resist Luke. The water cascading down his chest and the sunlight make his muscles look even more defined. Seeing his brown wet hair, I feel an urge to run my hands through it.Contro
Luke’s P.O.V.“Luke…” Listening to Daisy’s voice, I wake up with a jerk and find her standing beside me, her expression tense, while Hope sleeps soundly next to me.“What happened, Daisy?” I ask, concerned. “Is everything alright?”“I…” she hesitates, making me even more anxious.I take her hand in mine and give it a slight squeeze. “Just calm down first and then tell me.”She lets out a deep breath before saying in one go, “Ineedasanitarypad.”“What?” My brows furrow in confusion.What’s happening with her so early in the morning? Why is she acting so strangely? Am I dreaming? Because her behaviour isn't making any sense.She closes her eyes and finally tells me, “My period came early. I need a sanitary pad.”Oh! Thank God. It’s not something serious.I sigh with relief.“Daisy, you scared me.” Listening to my words, she opens her eyes, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks.“Could you please arrange it urgently?” she requests, still worried.I rise from the bed, pulling off t
Daisy’s P.O.V.“Daisy, why did you come? You should rest.”“Alright, but don’t overexert yourself. If you need to rest, just let me know.”Luke’s words echo in my ears even three days after the trip to his private island. Those two days were surreal. The family time we spent there was something I never thought would happen. I can’t stop thinking about how Luke treated me during my periods.Five years ago, I longed for his affection, and now that I’m finally getting it, my heart is melting. It’s urging me to give him another chance. However, it’s not so easy. I can’t forget what he did to me five years ago.I’m afraid that he might change again and start behaving like a monster after a few months or years. Although I want to, I still can’t give my heart to him again just yet.“Hey…” I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the voice of my co-worker, Martin, from the marketing and sales team. Since I joined this office, he’s been trying to get me to go out for coffee with him.I look at him, si
Daisy’s P.O.V. A Week Later“Hello, Daisy,” Luke answers my call. My heart flutters every time I hear his voice like old times.No matter how hard I try to distance myself from this man, an invisible thread keeps drawing me back to him. But I can’t let myself fall back into that toxic cycle again.“Hey, Luke.” I sit on the bed. “I called you to inform you I have taken an off today, so I’ll pick up Hope from the school.”“So I’m coming over to your apartment.”Coming over to my apartment? Why?“Why?”“Actually, I have planned a surprise for Hope,” he begins. “She told me about her dream yesterday that she has a Barbie doll house. So, I bought one for her. I thought it would be nice if we could set it up together and surprise her when she gets home.”I request, “Luke, please stop spoiling her.”“She is my daughter, Daisy. I—”“Luke, I know you want to fulfil her every demand and need, but I’m afraid the day you decide to leave her, then what will happen? I can’t afford the life which y
Luke’s P.O.V.I enter Daisy’s apartment, and my chauffeur follows me with the box of Barbie’s house.My brows furrow in confusion as I see Daisy, walking backwards and somebody inside the room is hitting the door.What’s going on? As I wonder, my heart pounds in my chest.She instantly turns towards me as her back hits against my body. My heart skips beating and my eyes widen in horror as I see Daisy’s face. Tear-streaked, terrified, blood oozing from the corner of her lips, cheeks reddened, and hair messed up.I feel extreme rage within me, seeing her miserable state. Whoever did all this, I’ll burn that person alive.As she hugs me, digging her face in my chest and her sobs echo in the hall, I feel like someone has squeezed my chest. My eyes well up with tears.I wrap my arms around her and comfort her. “You’re fine, baby.” I pull her closer to me. “I’m with you now.”“Luke, please.” She pleads, weeping, her body still trembling. “Take me away.”I want to go inside and kill that bas
Luke’s P.O.V.I’m desperate to comfort Daisy, but what she just asked me to give her, I can’t. I can’t take advantage of her vulnerability because she’s not in a stable mental state right now.“Daisy, I’m sorry. I… can’t.” I stammer because it hurts me to deny her when she needs me.She turns towards me, her eyes teary. “Luke… I feel so dirty. I beg you to make his touch disappear from my body and erase today’s incident from my mind.” She implores, clasping my face and moving closer to me. Her eyes are pleading with me to fulfil her wish. “Please, make me yours.”“Daisy. Please try to understand,” I explain, cupping her face. “You’re not in the right state of mind. What you’re asking for, you’ll hate yourself for it. And…” I pause before adding, “I can’t take advantage of your pain and vulnerability.”“Right now, I don’t care about anything, Luke.” She sobs, pressing her forehead against mine. “I just want you to make me forget everything. It’s driving me insane. Please…”As she begs,
Luke’s P.O.V.With a heart full of love, I watch my five-month-pregnant wife and our six-year-old daughter twirl hand-in-hand beside the ocean on our private island. This beach is their happy place, and we make it a point to visit every three months here. It seems as if this place has become our second home. As it brings them joy, it’s become my favourite destination as well.Daisy looks as beautiful as ever in a white colour sundress. Pregnancy has made her glow even more, and her beauty takes my breath away every time I look at her.I capture their few photos. Daisy’s hair flows freely in the wind, and Hope’s giggles fill the air. I feel fortunate for the life we’ve built together.With a smile on my face, I approach my lifelines, feeling the sand shift beneath my feet. Daisy looks up, her eyes sparkling with love and contentment.Hope runs towards me, her arms outstretched. “Daddy, let’s play in the water!” She exclaims, grasping my hand and pulling me towards the water.I chuckle,
One Year LaterDaisy’s P.O.V.It’s been almost two years since Luke re-entered my life and transformed it into heaven. Every day feels like a beautiful dream. Luke has permanently moved to New York, and we bought a new home a few months ago.I sit comfortably on the sofa, admiring my husband as he tucks our daughter into bed. Now, Hope has a lavish room filled with all the toys and gadgets imaginable. Luke wants to spoil his princess with all his love.“Get ready to be spoiled by your daddy like your sister, little one,” I murmur, placing my hand on my growing baby bump.I’m five months pregnant and glad to have Luke with me this time. My first pregnancy was so difficult without him by my side. Now, every kick, every flutter feels more special because he’s here to share it with me.He handles my mood swings so well. Even when I wake him up in the middle of the night for ice cream and going out, he never complains. He attends every doctor’s appointment, holding my hand and reassuring m
Daisy’s P.O.V.I lie on the bed in his shirt after the shower—or I should say, after the wild fucking session in the bathroom. Luke fucked me in every corner: placing my legs on his shoulders on the countertop, from behind pinning me against the glass door, on the floor, and, of course, under the shower, pressing me against the wall with my legs wrapped around him.That's how our first night after marriage is going, full of passion. I'm so sore but still yearning for more.However, it’s a mystery why he didn’t let me remove his T-shirt.“Close your eyes, Butterfly,” Luke orders me in a soft tone, standing in front of me in a wet shirt, a towel wrapped around his waist. “I have a surprise for you.”My eyes shine at his words, and I immediately close my eyes, my heart thumping with excitement.After a few seconds, I hear his gentle voice. “Now you can open them.”I stare at his face in confusion after opening my eyes. He gestures for me to look down, and as my gaze shifts, I gasp.He is
Luke’s P.O.V.After the reception and changing our clothes, we leave for our honeymoon on my private jet. As Daisy sits beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, I admire her with a smile on my face.I still can’t believe that Daisy has become my wife again. She looked out of the world in her wedding gown, the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. I can’t get that image out of my mind.“Luke, I’m not feeling good,” she says, raising her head from my shoulder to meet my gaze. “This is the first time I’m going somewhere without Hope.”Even I feel a pang in my heart, leaving Hope at home, but it’s our honeymoon. We’re keeping it short and have planned a long trip with Hope next week. At first, Hope wasn’t ready to let us go alone, but after we bribed her with the promise of a special gift and extra ice cream for a week, she agreed reluctantly.“I know, Butterfly,” I reply, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close. “I miss her too, but it’s just for three days. And remember, we
Daisy’s P.O.V. “Daddy, it must be hurting you so much.” Hope sobs, sitting beside Luke on the hospital bed, and I stand behind her. “No, princess. Daddy is fine.” Luke wipes her tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry.” This was the reason I hadn't let Hope meet Luke for two days. I knew she would cry, and seeing her tears would break Luke's and my heart. She can't bear to see her favourite people in pain. But she had been begging to see her daddy, and I couldn't keep them apart any longer.Luke is recovering fast, and he’ll be discharged from the hospital within a week. Seeing him injured breaks my heart too, but I know I have to be strong for him. "But you look hurt, Daddy.” Hope sniffs. “Hope can’t see you like this.” She pouts sadly at him. Luke glances at me, and I can see the pain in his eyes from seeing our daughter so worried. I blink at him in reassurance. “Hopi, Daddy is just a little injured.” I place my hands on her shoulders and squeeze them slightly. “He will be back to p
Luke’s P.O.V.I take a deep breath, my heart racing with anticipation, and ask, “Will you marry me?” With trembling hands, I stroke the ring, brimming with excitement, “Is your answer yes?”She beams at me. “Of course, idiot. It’s a big yes.” She giggles, her eyes sparkling. “That’s why I’m wearing the ring..”Overwhelmed with the joy, as I try to rise from the bed to hug her. But I hiss in pain, feeling the sharp sting of my injuries. “Fuck! Aa...”Daisy’s expression instantly changes from joy to concern, and she gently pushes me back onto the bed. “Luke, please don’t strain yourself. You need to rest and recover,” she scolds me in a soft tone, caressing my cheeks with her thumbs.I nod, settling back onto the bed, but I can’t wipe the grin off my face. “I’m fucking so happy, Daisy. You’ll be my wife soon and forever.” I can’t believe she is giving me a chance to become her husband again. Last time, I was a cruel husband, but this time, I’ll be the loving husband she truly deserves.
Luke’s P.O.V. I open my eyes, feeling sluggish and confused. The bright lights above me sting my eyes, and the sterile smell of the hospital reaches my nostrils. My entire body feels heavy, and there’s a throbbing pain in my head. How did I end up here?Then I realise I had met with an accident. My heart pounds as the flashes of the accident flood my mind. The screeching tyres, the impact, the sensation of being thrown forward.However, when I see Daisy standing beside my bed, her eyes filled with love instead of hatred, I feel as if my all physical pain vanishes away. Tears stream down her cheeks, but she’s smiling through them, holding my hand tightly.She leans in closer and brushes a strand of hair from my forehead. “Luke, you’re awake. Thank God. I was so scared.” Her voice trembles and her fresh tears drop to my face.I can endure anything—the accident, the pain—but I can’t bear the sight of tears in her eyes. It shatters my heart.“Butterfly, don’t cry. I’m here,” I whisper,
“Go away, Luke. I don’t care if you die or live any longer.”My last words to him echo in my mind as I drop to my knees beside Luke’s lifeless body. My hands tremble as I touch him. “Luke, please wake up,” I plead, tears streaming down my cheeks.But he doesn’t move. He lies there, unmoving, blood pooling around him, his eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber. Seeing him like this is tearing my heart apart. I never wanted to see him in this state, not even when I believed he had betrayed me.“Someone help!” I scream, frantically looking around for help as I place his bleeding head on my lap, my white dress now stained with blood.People gather around us as I embrace Luke, praying for him to open his eyes, to tell me he’s okay.Something falls out onto the ground with a soft thud. My heart skips a beat as I glance down and see a small box lying there, its lid slightly ajar.Without thinking, I pick it up, my fingers shaking as I open it. Inside, nestled within a bed of velvet, lies a be
Daisy’s P.O.V.Mess.I stand at Aunt Eva’s apartment, ringing the bell, and looking like a complete mess—my eyes are puffy, my hair is dishevelled, and my face is pale. Earlier, I had asked Aunt Eva to pick Hope up from school since I wasn’t in a state to face her. Although I’m still not feeling well, I need to muster the strength for my daughter’s sake.Since I saw Luke with Olivia, I have just lost my mind. I don’t understand what I should do. When Luke was begging me to hear him out, I won’t lie—my heart wasn’t melting. My heart was screaming at me to let him explain, but I didn’t because I didn’t want him to fool me again.He kept begging, sitting outside the apartment, and I kept crying, sitting on the other side of the door. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I called the police, and they took him to the police station.I feel a deep ache in my chest as I recall the look in his eyes when the officers led him away. The hurt and longing in his gaze made it hard to breathe. My hea