The private island felt like paradise during the day, but at night the whispers became louder in my head.
I knew the staff talked about us. I could feel their eyes whenever I walked through the villa wearing only Daddy’s collar and a short silk robe. My belly had just started to show the slightest curve the first sign of the life growing inside me.
That evening, after Daddy had used me thoroughly on the dining table, I couldn’t sleep. I slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen for water.
Mr. Reynolds, the head butler, was there organizing the pantry. He froze when he saw me.
“Miss Ava,” he said politely, keeping his eyes carefully averted from my barely covered body. “Is everything alright?”
I nodded, then shook my head.
“I… I know what everyone thinks,” I whispered. “About me and
