Daddy ( Old Version )

Dear readers, I've decided to completely rewrite this story in the first person (POV) to give you a deeper connection with the characters. I am keeping this original version published as a memory of where we started, but the official, polished story is now available on my profile as [ Daddy 2.0 ]. Come join me there!"

- "What do you call me... when you're really being a good girl?" - he asks, his voice low and dangerous, the kind that makes her stomach clench.
She smirks, slow and sinful, trailing her fingertip down the sharp line of his jaw.
- "Daddy."

In a luxury villa in Singapore, two girls call him "Daddy."
One with a giggle and wide eyes, leaping into his arms.
The other-moaning his name while digging her nails into his back in the middle of the night.
Rafael Tan. Thirty-seven. Divorced. A father. Rich, powerful, and emotionally hollow.
He doesn't do drama - which is why he keeps people at arm's length.
Until her.

Selene is an art student with too much attitude, zero filter, and a mouth that's always getting her into trouble.
She stumbles into his home by accident. Into his life like a storm he never saw coming.
In a world where age gaps raise eyebrows and reputation is everything, one thing's crystal clear:
When she calls him Daddy-she's not talking about family.