My Daddy My Lover

My Daddy My Lover

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 29, 2026
In which 19 years old Alma becomes a maid to her mother and numerous boyfriends, treated as a sex toy by them,abused on several occasions and forced to be respectful to her new dad who was a major abuser from her past. What will happen when she decides to be rebellious and act bratty to a man who gets off by inflicting pain to his young lovers? What happens when her mother finds out her new husband isn't who he claimed he was? What will the new husband do when he realises he can have sex with his wife and fuck her daughter at the same time ruining her completely? What happens when he realises he's in love with the young adult he tainted?? Will Alma flee from her hell hole or stay with her delicious looking devil whose mission is to break her?? *•••••••* ®Mature Content ©All Rights Reserved
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My Story

This is Book 2 in the series. Book one being "My Mistake". I'd recommend reading that book first but it's not absolutely necessary. I thought I knew what love would feel like. I'd been dreaming of it for so long. I've spent my whole life fighting to be chosen. Chosen by a family. Chosen by a future. Chosen by someone who sees me as more than the girl who was left behind. So when Marcus walked into my life; attractive, attentive, and impossibly put together. It felt like stepping into a world where I was finally the center of something beautiful. I started spending less time at home, but that's normal when you're in love. I started checking my phone more in class, but that's what you do when someone misses you. I started apologizing more, but relationships take work. He just wanted what was best for me. He liked my nails a certain way because it looked elegant. He answered questions for me because he knew me so well. He didn't like when I walked away from him because he was afraid to lose me. He didn't like my friends because he wanted all my time. He didn't like when I chose other people over him, but he's my boyfriend. That's fair. He said love is about choosing each other first. And I wanted to be the kind of girl who was good at love. So I did choose him. Over my friends. Over my family. Over the life I had built. He didn't ask for much, but he gave me so much. So I let him pick my nail color. I let him speak for me. It was easier that way. He was happier that way. And when he's happy, he's so soft. So sweet. So proud of me. Like I've done something right. When Marcus is happy, his hold is gentle, not punishing. When Marcus is happy his presence comforts me, it doesn't scare me. When Marcus is happy, he doesn't hurt me. When Marcus is happy, I can be happy. I thought this was going to be a love story, but it's not. This is My Story.

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