POP MY CHERRY DADDY. THE NEXT DAY. Anna slumped into the chair, tiredly, three exams down and few more to go. She let out a soft exhale, picking her phone up from her bag. “Anna. You are back home.” Aunt Amma walked out of the laundry room with some neatly arranged towels. She handed it over to the housekeeper. “Good afternoon, Mum.”“You are back from school this early, how was today’s exam?”“It was okay. At least I didn't spend 20 minutes trying to understand a question like yesterday.”Aunt Amma chuckled softly. “You probably studied properly this time.”Anna shrugged. She squeezed her nose, then snuggled out a reply. “I wouldn't have read if Bella didn't push me harder.”“Bella?” A line of surprise knitted in the middle of Aunt Amma’s brows.“Yes. Bella taught me a few this I didn't know, even though we were in different departments.. I must commend her,” “You and Bella now talk? What am I missing?” Delight Aunt Amma adjusted against the chair, ignoring Anna’s complement.
Chapter 67.“Do everything in your power to make this presentable. Stay there at the resort and supervise everything. Ready a bundle of flowers and send it to me tomorrow morning. The entrance must be grand and do not forget, it is going to be just me and her. I want everything in red.”The dominance in Ignazio’s voice could be spotted in each word, as he gave out his command. God. He was badly waiting for the next day. The day he would prove his love to Isabelle. The day he would ask her to officially be his woman and make her understand how much he loved her. “I will make everything as you have requested my lord.” The caller from the other end responded, bowing his head as though Ignazio could see him. Silence took over the air. A silence that held some kind of suspense. Ignazio knew that there was more to be said by the man. “Do you have something to say to me?” Like the guard had been waiting for Ignazio to question, he replied immediately, but with a shaky voice.“Yes, my lo
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 68. Author’s Pov. Isabella watched his eyes as they darkened with desire, his words invading her spine with series of sensational sparks. Ignazio dropped his head on her boobs, pressing her boobs together and licking on his lower lips.“Go away.” Isabella chuckled helplessly, loving the feel. Ignazio raised his gaze to hers. “You smell….” he returned his head to her cleavage, buried his face against her boobs, and sniffed in, slow and sensually.“You smell like mine. Like my possession.”Isabella giggled. Her cheeks flushed at the realization of his words.“I am your possession.” She replied wholeheartedly.The soft-spoken whisper from Isabella left Ignazio beaming from inside. That was it! That was what he needed to hear. Her words were the validation he needed to hear. Accepting that she was his possession is just a way to say she loved him and would be willing to be his. This was the hardest moment for him. Trying to keep this feeling so she doesn
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 69. Author's Pov. When Isabella woke up the next day, she had expected to see Ignazio lying next to her, or probably snooping her into his arms, holding her tightly to his arms and inhaling her scent at intervals. Isabella pouted her mouth for some seconds, attempting to get off the bed, but the pain that stretched from her vaginal held her still, as she recalled everything that happened last night. Her cheeks reddened and a blush spread across her cheeks as the image of the previous day came pouring into her head. Isabella clamped her thighs together, trying to suppress the pleasure and burning sensation that was happening between her thighs, leaving her pussy wet and moistened. Ohhh... A feeling of warmth gathered around her stomach, leaving her system with thousands of pleasure sparks.The movement of his hands against her body, the way he has arched her back spanked her ass, teased her entrance with the cap of his dick…… Her nipples hardened as s
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 70.Author's Pov.When Ignazio walked into the living room. He had a bundle of flowers in his hand and a branded bag that concealed an outfit he got for Isabella. He had pictured her in this outfit. Her long sexy legs will look so good beneath the flare of this red dress. He knew just how much she loved red, and they had suddenly become the colors he had grown to love.Her burgundy hair would be in a bouncy coil. A black stiletto heals. The cleavage of her perfect boobs. Everything had already been imprinted in his head. She had not worn the clothes yet he knew how she would look in them. She would look like the goodness he had pictured in his imagination. The door opened and Ignazio walked into his room to meet Isabella on the bed, hugging tightly to her kneels.The happiness in his eyes wore off as he took the sight of her. The looks in her eyes were not as bright as the look Isabella always had on. Her cheeks were not all red, like the color he had
POP MY CHEERY DADDY. Chapter 71. Author’s Pov. Isabella’s eyes sprinkled with tears as the words melted into her, almost washing off the hours of pain from her head, but she could not allow herself to belive him. All of this? They were mere lies. The way he had swung her into his arms trying to hug her? They felt comforting but her aching heart could not help but see it was a means to wash all of this moment off her head. Before she could say another word, Ignazio came in again, with a soft tender voice. “I love you so much, Bella. I have loved you desperately from the moment I saw you, I was just unsure of your feelings towards me.”Isabella shut her eyes tight, staring up at the ceiling and blacking back the layers of multiple tears. Damn it! These were the words that she had yearned to hear from him, these were the words that she had desperately wanted to hear him say but…. But they came at the wrong time and even though he sounded extremely truthful, her heart was torn between
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 72. Author’s Pov. Isabella stared at Ignazio, her pulse thundering out against her ear. Those were the sweetest literary words anyone ever said to her and they had her heart thumping against her ribcage. A desire to throw her arms around him and scream her response out to the world nuzzled at her but she heard still, desiring more answers. “Why did you divorce her?” The question caught Ignazio surprisingly. He suppressed his merriment and then replied. “It's a long story.” “I want to know.” She imposed, and her eyes boldly transmitted to him the anticipation she felt. Ignazio exhaled softly then took a seat beside her, on the bed. “When I got to The Republic of Venice, I was not as influential as anyone had thought of me here. I was just a man with money, lots of money, but not enough power and influence.” Isabella had the nagging quest to question that statement, but she held on, paying attention to him. “….. No one saw me
POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 73. Author’s Pov. A knot in Isabella’s stomach tightened and she felt the invasion of goosebumps across her skin. “I brought some clothes shoes and a bag for you and….” he continued to say but Isabella gripped his wrist, shutting him up. He stared back at her, passionately. His eyes never ever missed the sparks. “Are you okay?”“Yes. But…..” Ignazio pulse thundered against his ribcage, but he remain still and only looked closely, trying to observe what she was going to say. “But I don't want to step out. I want to be here, with you, in your arms.” Ignazio’s heart melted. His eyes brightened and he smiled, softly. Silence settled in for some minutes while Ignazio just held onto her palm, caressing it softly while staring into her eyes. “You know I had prayed for today. The is a day where I get to tell you about my feelings. How much I love you and how much you mean the world to me. A nerve in me kept urging me to take things drastically so somethi
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