The days after the resort were pure bliss—stolen afternoons at Derek’s penthouse, late-night calls where Stiles rode her dildo for him, and sneaky fucks whenever Kate was out shopping or sulking. Derek was more obsessed than ever, spoiling Stiles with gifts and attention, while Stiles basked in her victory—Kate’s life crumbling quietly, her once-controlling mom now a shadow of herself, barely speaking at home. Stiles loved every second of it.

Then came Derek’s birthday. Stiles had planned it for weeks. She baked a rich chocolate cake herself—moist layers, creamy frosting, decorated with “Happy Birthday Daddy” in pink icing. In the evening, she showed up at his penthouse door in a short trench coat, cake box in hand, heart racing with excitement.