POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 46. Isabella’s Pov. My brows freckled and I sniffed in softly, slowly sliding out of my deep slumber. I could feel him. His scent was hovering all over my nostrils. Slowly, my eyes parted open and I was graced with the sight of Mr Ignazio. He was lying on his right side, his elbow nudging into the bed while his palm supported his face. A gentle smile secured the bream of his lips then he whispered softly. “Good morning princess. Did you sleep well? My heart fluttered and my lips stretched into a smile. Even if I didn't sleep well, waking up to the sight of him has made my day already. “Good morning Daddy. My night was okay, how about yours?”“I spent the entire night staring at the beauty of your face and how your lips gently twitch at every pout. To me, that is the perfect way to spend a night. My heart fluttered and my stomach churned with undeniable excitement. I didn't need another person to affirm to know that he did stay up all night stari
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 47. IGNAZIO’S POV. My eyes hovered around Isabella’s body. Fucking heavens, she looked so beautiful giggling and talking to Amma this way. Just staring at her this way had my inner churning and all the anxiety in me washed off, replaced with a feeling of excitement that I could not explain. Oh, heavens. I am getting addicted to this human and there is just nothing to stop this bobble rush that trills down my body at the mere sight of her. “You are here?” Amma’s voice filled the room jolting me out of my thoughts. I batted my lashes and directed my gaze from Isabella to Amma and I noticed the silence that clogged the room immediately. I walked down the stairs that led to the living room. “Yes. I am done with work so I thought it would be nice to see you and also pick Isa up from here.” “Oh. That is a great one.” Anna chuckled directing her gaze to Isabella who had not said a word since she noticed my presence. “Bella, say something, why
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 48. Isabella’s Pov. “Just a minute.” Mr. Ignazio pledged giving me a peck on my forehead. I watched him relax into his sit, after which he had gripped his phone from his back pocket. He dialed an unknown number and in a few seconds, the call came up.“My lord.” “Via dei Condotti, road number 104, assemble to this street, a black bike and two helmets. I want you here in 30 minutes.” “At your service my lord.”Ignazio dropped the call and turned to me immediately.“You good?” he cropped my cheeks softly and I nodded my head letting my cheeks sit on his palm. How can I not be okay? With you by my side. He had this passionate and convened look in his eyes and they made me crave for him even more. Gosh! I want to own this man, I don't know how long I can call this lust, but if this is indeed lust then it's getting the whole of me. My eyes hovered around his and I wondered how much wealth this man had to be this influencing and superior. He had everything
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 49. IGNAZIO’S POV. We arrived at the fountain and Isabella was the first to jump down. I had insisted on switching positions because she was oblivious to the location. She pulled her helmet and her eyes immediately locked around the beautiful place. A gentle giggle escaped her lips as she moved in circular form, giggling and laughing at the beauty of the place. “This is beautiful,” she exclaimed joyously, and a gentle smile secured the bream of my lips. One I didn't know I had till she turned to me. The smile on her face reduced gently. “I don't even know which looks hotter. The stern you, or the smiling you.” My stomach churned at her compliment and I took a step closer, grabbing her palms into mine. “I will be any for you, Isa.” She batted her lashes softly and smiled. “This place is beautiful. How, how did you find it?” she started trying to ignore my gaze, but I reached for her chin and made her look at me. “You do not have any ri
POP MY CHERRY DADDY.Chapter 50. Isabella’s Pov. “Come here.” he yanked me off the floor and smashed me against his body. His cock pressed against my stomach and I gulped craving to have him inside of me. “I can't get enough of you princess. Never,” he whispered the last part before taking my lips into his mouth. My heart leaped and my pussy tingled as he sucked on my lower lips before shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. This felt good, my body was quivering with waves of pleasure cascading down my spine. His hands held my cheeks ever dominatingly as he kissed me hungrily. He pulled away from the kiss and stared into my eyes for about three seconds. “Fuck!” He cursed turning me around and having me grab onto the iron barricade. “I can't hold this any longer.” He dropped to his frets immediately. “I can't hold myself again, princess. All unknown right now is to eat the cream out of that sweet juicy pussy of yours.” A smile tugged at my lips as I felt pleasure wrecking th
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 51. Isabella’s Pov. It's been 2 days and Ignazio and I have had several sex after the last one we had at the roadside. I don't know how this might sound, but I love every moment I have spent with him and I really want to keep spending more time with him. Not to miss out, my legs have been a freaking mess and I have been struggling to walk since then. “You have been staring at me for decades. Am I safe?” “Safe to say you are, Miss Isa, but I am afraid I am rather the lusty one here.” A gentle smile secured the bream of my lips and I watched Ignazio from the mirror where I was arranging my hair. He looked all glummy and it was really clear he didn't want me to leave him. But I loved how frustrated he looked. Gosh! This is bad of me to feast on his frustration, but I am just a girl who is extremely happy that a man as successful as Ignazio is frustrated about my absence. “Do you really have to go to school today? I mean it's your revision week, ri
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 52. IGNAZIO’S POV. I stared at the files in front of me. They were packed in bundles and my secretary had brought them to me, they were confidential files about the upcoming casino project that I intend to work on, but guess what? They were the last thing on my mind at the moment. The only thing that ran in and out of my thoughts was Isabella. I have lost count of how many freqking times I had tried to control my mind from thinking about her, unfortunately, I was stuck at making progress with this. Isabella had been the constant thought of my everyday life, in fact, my every minute is filled with thoughts about her. I can barely go a minute without thoughts of her, and yes I can barely go a day without talking to her, or even hearing her voice after leaving the house. This was becoming explainable, carrying around the thoughts of a lady, living with it and enjoying the torments that came with it every passing minute. It felt unrealSuddenly, my mind
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 53. Author’s Pov. John held onto his chest, pain wrenching through his body. His body was trembling from within and he was trying so hard to not break down or bwel his eyes out. Everything felt so unreal, and no matter how hard he was trying to shut his eyes close, the image of Nathan ramming his cock in and out of her, filled his brain, breaking him even more. His knees buckled as he walked closer to his locker grabbing all he needed and shutting the door close. His heart had stiffened and clenched several times, now it felt like his heart was shattering into millions of pieces. He didn't even know which hurt, watching her moan ro the cock of another man, or having her betray Isabella who has been the best person to her. His heart was wrenching and it felt like all the bones in his body were breaking. He had loved her with every freaking part of himself that existed. He was going to give her the world. He was going to be the best to her, he wanted
Epilogue. The Day His World Shifted The moment Ignazio’s phone rang, he knew. Before he even answered, a gut-wrenching feeling seized his chest, an instinct so primal it overrode everything else. The boardroom around him blurred—the mahogany table, the men in crisp suits, the foreign investors who had flown in just for this meeting. The deal he had spent months preparing for, one that would add another mountain of wealth to his empire, suddenly meant nothing. Johnson’s voice came through the speaker like a bullet to the heart. “It’s Bella. She’s in labor. We’re on our way to the hospital.” For a split second, the world stopped spinning. And then—chaos. Ignazio shoved back his chair so violently that it scraped against the marble floor. He yanked his suit jacket from the chair, already moving. The stunned silence in the room was deafening. His secretary blinked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Cancel the meeting,” he ordered, his voice edged with finality. Her mouth fell open
Chapter 97.It's been three months of peace, and harmony with just Isabella and Ignazio in their own world. ******The world stilled the moment Isabella stepped into view.Ignazio’s breath caught in his throat as his gaze locked onto her, and for a moment, it felt as though time itself had bowed at her feet.She was a vision. A goddess dressed in white.Her wedding dress clung to her body like it had been spun from the stars, delicate lace wrapping around her curves with a softness that seemed almost unreal. The fitted bodice accentuated every inch of her femininity, and as the fabric flowed down in waves, it trailed behind her like a whisper of heaven.And her hair—God, her hair.The deep burgundy strands cascaded down her back in thick, glossy waves, the color catching the golden light, painting her as something otherworldly. A delicate tiara rested atop her head, but nothing—nothing—could outshine the fierce glow in her eyes.She was the most beautiful thing Ignazio had ever seen.
Chapter 96.The moment Ignazio’s lips crashed against hers, Isabella felt herself shatter.His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Desperate. Consuming.He devoured her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips, demanding control, owning her.Isabella whimpered against him, her hands threading through his jet-black hair, pulling him closer—harder—deeper. She could taste the fire on his tongue, the raw possession in every movement.Ignazio groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body, making her legs weaken beneath his hold.His hands—rough, strong, familiar—gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasped into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, kissing her like a man who had been starving for her, dying for her, burning for her.Her nightgown had ridden up, baring the soft skin of her thighs. Ignazio’s fingers traced the exposed flesh, his touch searing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.His lips broke away from hers
Chapter 95.Isabella’s eyes fluttered open, the weight of exhaustion still pressing on her body. Her vision blurred for a moment before settling on the figure before her. Ignazio.He was sitting beside her, his fingers curled tightly around her hand, as if he feared letting go would mean losing her forever. His usually composed face was a wreck of emotions—fear, regret, desperation—all bleeding through his dark, tormented eyes.At the sight of her waking up, he inhaled sharply, his entire body tensing.“Princesss.”he rasped, his voice raw, trembling with relief and something far deeper—something dangerously close to breaking.His hand shot up to her cheek, his touch hesitant at first, as if he feared she might disappear like a cruel illusion. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, though even he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for anymore. Was it for the blood on his hands? For dragging her into his world? For making her love him despite the darkness that surrounded him?Isabella didn’t respo
Chapter 94. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her body curled in on itself as if trying to shield her heart from the unbearable ache. The dim lighting of the room did nothing to ease the darkness that had settled within her. It had been three days. Three days of isolation. Three days without stepping beyond these walls. Three days of drowning in thoughts that tore her apart. Three days of nothing but disaster.Anna’s death lingered in her mind like a shadow, but the pain of Aunt Amma’s death was a wound that bled deeper, cutting through her with a sharpness she hadn’t anticipated. She had expected to hate her aunt. She had expected to be filled with nothing but loathing after discovering that the woman she once trusted had been the one who murdered her parents.But instead, there was only emptiness.She should have felt relief. She should have rejoiced that the person who had shattered her world was gone. Yet, her heart remained in turmoi
Chapter 93.The dungeon reeked of fear as it clung to the air like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable. The walls, cold and damp, bore the silent screams of those who had begged for mercy and received none. The only sounds now were the slow, deliberate footsteps of Ignazio Vincenzo Thompson.He moved like a ghost, his presence commanding, his aura lethal. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the ember glowing like the fire raging in his soul. Smoke curled in the air as he exhaled, his stormy eyes locked onto the two figures bound to chairs in the center of the room.Anita.Denica.Two women who had played their part in destroying what little good was left in him.Anita—his ex-wife, the woman who once held his name, who once swore she loved him—not like he ever cared. The same woman who had, with a single message, shattered his world and Isabella’s heart. The picture of their already-ended marriage. She had made sure Isabella saw it, twisted the knife, let her bleed.And Denica—the tra
Chapter 92.The room was dim, filled with the thick scent of cigarettes and regret. Ignazio sat slumped in the plush leather chair, his body heavy with exhaustion, his mind wracked with turmoil. The dim glow of the overhead chandelier cast long shadows across his face, accentuating the dark circles beneath his reddened eyes. His stubble had grown, rough against his jaw, a testament to the days he had spent in this same position—drinking, smoking, waiting.Three days.Three fucking days without Isabella. Three days without the reason he existed. Three days of standing outside Johnson’s house, knocking, pleading, dropping to his knees like a desperate man stripped of his pride—only to be met with silence. Three days of torment, knowing she was inside, breathing, existing, but refusing to see him.It was a kind of death, only slower, more agonizing.Ignazio took another slow drag from his cigarette, his fingers trembling slightly as he exhaled, watching the smoke curl toward the ceilin
Chapter 91.Ignazio stared at Isabella, his heart pounding against his ribs like a caged beast desperate for escape.“Princess…” His voice dripped with something deeper—something raw, something desperate.Isabella refused to look at him, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond, past the walls, past the moment—anywhere but at him. “Forgive me.” He continued, his voice strained, thick with regret, unwilling to walk away like she had ordered. He couldn’t.“I will make things right, Princess. We could start again and live a peaceful life… with me, with you… with our baby.”The room stilled.Isabella’s breath caught in her throat.Baby?What baby?Her lashes fluttered, and for the first time in forever, her eyes moved—finally landing on Ignazio. He saw the way confusion danced across her features, the way her lips parted slightly, as though forming words that refused to come.“Baby?” Her voice was a breathless whisper, yet it echoed, slicing through the silence like a dagger.“What baby?”A ghost
CHAPTER 90. Ignazio sat on the chair next to Isabella’s bed, his fingers laced with hers as if letting go would mean losing her forever. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor echoed through the sterile hospital room, but he barely heard it. All he could hear was the agonizing silence—the silence of her unconsciousness, the silence of her absence, the silence of his own torment. “I am sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling as a tear slid down his cheek, disappearing into the stubble along his jaw. His grip on her hand tightened, as if he could will his regret into her through touch alone. He should have been careful. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have hurt her. He shouldn’t have ignored the possibility that she would follow him. But he had, and now the consequences were suffocating him. If only he had done things differently… If only she hadn’t witnessed his fury toward Anita, hadn’t seen him for the monster he was, hadn’t walked away from him in anger… If only she had