Todos os capítulos de His To Own: Daddy's Secret Desires.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ISLA’S POV:The hallway was quiet save for the soft creak of the wooden floor beneath my feet. I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea to calm my nerves, when I heard Saraya’s voice coming from Evan’s room.It wasn’t her usual tone. "What could be the problem?" My instincts kicked in as I slowly approved the slightly ajar door.“Evan, please,” Saraya was saying, her voice low but pleading. “You have to believe me.”My brows furrowed. "What is the problem between these two?"“D-don’t… t-touch me!” Evan’s voice came next, shaky but loud, and full of anger. The boy rarely raised his voice. Whatever had happened must have deeply upset him. I could stay back and watched.I pushed the door open without knocking.Both of them froze. Evan stood stiffly by his bed, his face red and tear-streaked, while Saraya stood a few steps away, her hands raised as though trying to calm him down.The sight was enough to make my chest tighten.“Someone want to tell me what’s going on here?” I asked, m

SARAYA’S POVThe line went dead, and I stared at the phone in my hand, my chest heaving as the silence engulfed me. My anger was still burning, but now, it was mixed with something else—something sharp and raw that made my throat ache.I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe he was avoiding me.I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw my phone across the room, but I didn’t. Instead, I just held it, staring at the screen where his name still lingered."Why am I so unlucky when it comes to the matters of the heart?" I asked soliloquizing.Here I was, feeling like I was begging for something that wasn’t there. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Was this really how he felt about me? How easily he could pull away, just when I needed him most? Was I just another thing he couldn’t deal with?I paced the room, clutching the phone in my hand. I’d never been the kind of person to play games, but that’s what it felt like he was doing. Careful, he called it. But was that really it? Or

ISLA’S POV"Something isn't right, I can feel it." I told myself while pacing round my room."Saraya may be my grandmother but she also has her mother's blood; cunning, challenging and subtle." I told myself as tiny voice in my head told me I was being hard on her.Saraya’s behavior had been gnawing at me for days, but tonight had confirmed my suspicions. Catching her sneaking out like a thief in the night was the final thread unraveling the picture she was trying so desperately to hide.I couldn’t ignore the signs any longer. My instincts told me Saraya was up to something, and I wasn’t about to let her drag this family’s name into the mud like her mother almost did.Evan had been on edge too. Unlike her, the boy wasn’t subtle. At dinner, his downcast eyes and half-hearted answers had painted a clear picture. I needed answers, and I knew just where to get them.I made my way to Evan’s room, knocking softly before pushing the door open. The poor boy was sitting up in bed, his small fr

ALEX’S POV:I stormed into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My chest heaved with anger, and I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth.How could she? After everything I’ve done to keep this family and business intact, did my own mother just threaten me with her shares?“Alex,” Mary’s gentle voice cut through through my thoughts. She closed the door softly and came to my side. “Please calm down.”I stopped pacing and looked at her, my frustration bubbling over. “Did you hear her, Mary? She practically threatened to pull the weight of her shares!” I threw my hands up. “This isn’t just about Saraya anymore, she’s undermining me in front of the entire family!”Mary reached out, placing a calming hand on my arm. “I know you’re upset, but we need to approach this carefully.”“Carefully?” I snapped, pulling away. “She’s trying to control everything, and now she’s dragging Saraya into her power games. This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid!”Mary’s gaze softened an

SARAYA'S POV:The room fell into silence. My grandmother’s face darkened, her knuckles reddened as she gripped the armrests of her chair. “How dare you insinuate...”“I insinuate nothing,” Arlan cut in, his tone calm but commanding. “I merely said what is obvious for all to see. Saraya Newman has the board’s trust, the shareholders’ support, and the qualifications necessary to lead. Perhaps it’s time to let the new generation take the reins of the affairs of the company.”"You dare speak of the board's trust and the shareholders support without me." My grandmother spat at me. “How about we call for a vote of confidence, let's see if the board agrees with you.” She said confidently."I agree with you, let's do this and save our time here." Arlan replied with a smirk on his face while matching my grandmother's gaze.The tension in the room reached its peak as the final vote was cast. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound almost drowning out the murmurs of the board members. The secret