Title: Daddy's Secret SinGenre: Mature Dark Romance | Age Gap | ForbiddenShe only wanted one night to forget.After catching her boyfriend in bed with her best friend, 25-year-old Aria walks into a bar broken and desperate. One whiskey turns into four. One conversation with a silver-haired stranger turns into the most intense, filthy night of her life.Victor is forty-five. Powerful. Controlled. And exactly what she needs to silence the pain — for a few hours.They don’t exchange last names.They don’t exchange numbers.They just take what they both need in a rain-soaked hotel room and walk away.Until two days later, when Aria is forced to face the man who shattered her world… and the man who put her back together in the dark.Victor Kane isn’t just the stranger from that night.He’s her ex-boyfriend’s father.And he’s been single for a very long time.Now every glance is dangerous.Every memory is fire.And the one night that was supposed to mean nothing is threatening to destroy everything.Because some mistakes don’t stay in the past.Some mistakes follow you home…and refuse to let go.

I felt him before I even saw him.The elevator doors opened onto the forty-second floor and the air itself seemed to change—colder, heavier, charged. Vale Industries. The highest floor. The quietest floor. The one everyone in the building spoke about in careful voices.I stepped out, clutching my leather folder a little tighter than necessary. My new heels clicked softly against the marble. Claire, the previous assistant, gave me a quick, almost pitying smile before leading me toward the double glass doors at the end of the hall.“He’s expecting you,” she murmured. “Just… don’t take anything personally. Mr. Vale isn’t exactly warm.”I nodded, even though my pulse was already too fast.The doors opened.Damian Vale sat behind a massive black desk, the city glittering behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows. Thirty-five years old. Broad shoulders. Dark hair slightly tousled like he’d run his hand through it in frustration. Sharp jaw. Eyes the color of expensive whiskey—and currently fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten.He didn’t stand.He just looked.Slowly. Deliberately. From my face, down the length of my cream blouse, over the fitted black pencil skirt, all the way to my heels and back up again. Like he was already deciding something.“Miss Moretti,” he said. His voice was low, controlled, and somehow still managed to feel like a command.“Mr. Vale.” I kept my tone professional, even though heat had started crawling up the back of my neck. “It’s an honor to finally meet you.”One dark brow lifted. “You’re younger than your résumé suggested.”I lifted my chin. “I’m very good at what I do. Age doesn’t change that.”Something flickered in his eyes. Interest. Maybe approval. Maybe something far more dangerous.He rose then, tall and powerful in his perfectly tailored black suit, and walked around the desk with unhurried steps. Every movement was precise, dominant. He stopped close enough that I had to tilt my head back to hold his gaze. The subtle scent of his cologne—dark, expensive, clean—wrapped around me.“You’ll be working closely with me,” he said quietly. “Long hours. Late nights. I expect absolute discretion… and complete obedience when it comes to my schedule and my preferences.”The word obedience slid down my spine like a slow, deliberate touch.“Of course, Mr. Vale.”His eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second.“Claire will show you to your desk. Be back here at four. I have a meeting that requires notes.”I nodded. “Yes, sir.”The two words left my lips softer than I intended. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.As I turned and walked away, I could feel his stare burning into my back the entire way to the door. My heart was racing. My skin felt too warm. And between my legs, an unexpected, traitorous ache had already begun.I had taken this job for the salary, the experience, the prestige.I had not expected the man sitting behind that desk to look at me like he already owned me.And worse—I had not expected to like it.