All Chapters of YES, DADDY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Logan’s POV"Alright, girls, let's go," I said as I opened the back seat of the car and gestured for Stephanie and Jessica to get in. I was going to drop Stephanie off at home before Jessica and I went on our honeymoon. Once they were in the car, I locked the doors and got into the driver's seat. I fastened my seatbelt, started the engine, and began to drive away from the church.As I rounded the corner, I spotted my son. He gave me a knowing smile, and I smirked back, understanding that the game was on.I drove the car out of the church parking lot and onto the road, heading to my predetermined location. Glancing at the rearview mirror, I noticed Jessica was busy with her phone while Stephanie seemed lost in her own thoughts.Suddenly, the car began to accelerate unexpectedly. Jessica, sitting behind me, must have been scared by the speed, as she urged me to slow down.“I don't know what's happening to the car. I'm not doing this! Fuck!” I cursed, having no idea what was wrong. I tri

Born into a notorious and most-feared mafia kingpin family, my father leads one of the most dangerous mafia clans in the country. As the son of a notorious mob boss, my fate was sealed to be entwined within the criminal underworld. Ours was a wealthy and influential clan with a strict code: if you hurt one relative, you hurt the entire extended family clan. And that's what she did! She had my son falsely imprisoned, igniting our fury and need for vengeance. After securing his release and hearing his account of how Stephanie, his ruthless ex-girlfriend, which he claimed she is, had wrongfully accused him of a crime he didn't commit and sent him to jail, our family's honour demanded retribution. We had systematically wreaked the people's life, who were involved in my son's imprisonment, leaving Stephanie as the last and final target on our list. Our directive was clear: restore our family's honour and ensure the culprit suffers by paying dearly. I had no choice but to be involved in

LOGAN'S POV:"No," Stephanie choked out under the pressure of my grip on her neck, trying to grasp my wrist to stop me from gripping her shirt.“Feisty, I see,” I said sternly, reaching down with my free hand to the top of her dress. With ease, I ripped it open, revealing her upper body, which was clad in a small bikini bra, while the rest of her dress draped around her waist.Stephanie gasped in shock as I tore her dress in half. “No, please, no!” she pleaded, shrieking as I abruptly stripped her clothes. “Damn you, Logan, leave me alone!” she yelled, gasping in disbelief as I pulled on the last piece of fabric around her hips, tearing it from her waist and pulling the dress the rest of the way down before tossing it across the room, leaving her in just her panties and her small bikini bra.I kept my gaze fixed on her eyes the entire time, my hand on her throat, pinning her against the wall. She put up a feeble fight to stop me, but despite her attempts, I grasped the tiny strap of h

STEPHANIE'S"Submit to me!" He demanded, and I could feel his anger in the force of his hand against my ass as he spanked me.Tears welled up in my eyes and I closed them, letting the tears flow freely down my cheeks.How could my stepfather be so cruel to me like this? inflicting this kind of pain on me and putting me through the worst kind of spanking? He wasn't planning on stopping until I submit to him.I dug my teeth deeply into my lower lip, praying for it to stop, as I couldn't do anything to fight him off. His grip on me was firm, preventing me from moving or escaping, and all I could do was wince in pain and cry as he went on with it. I shouldn't hold back anymore since if I plead with him to stop, it could end this pain."Please. I'm sorry. I am. I promise I'll be good," I pleaded, unable to endure the pain any longer. It felt like my ass was on fire. "I'll do anything you want; just don't...hit me," I continued so he could stop spanking my ass.Hearing my pleas, Logan sudde

DIAMOND'S POV A few minutes later, he arrived, and I received a text from my father with his location. He was at one of our old family buildings that had been abandoned years ago after the FBI and INP discovered it was our hideout. We had been on the run since then, until we moved to a new place.“Sir, here are the keys," Marco said, offering me a brand new car key.I glared at him. "Are you sure you did as I ordered? Because it's clear to me you didn't, since my father survived the incident along with the two targets," I said, and his face turned pale with fear. He must have been scared of the consequences of what I would do to him because of his failure.“Sir, I disconnected his brake as you told me to, and...” he began.I didn't let him finish. “And what?”"Sir, I have no idea why he survived.” Marco completed his statement, his voice trembling.I sighed. There was no need to punish him for this. It was my fault anyways. I should have set a bomb inside his car instead of just disc