บททั้งหมดของ His To Own: Daddy's Secret Desires.: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

ALEX'S POV."Can you stop pacing, already?" Mary asked. "You're making my head spin." She added.I stopped mid-step but didn’t meet her gaze. “I’m just thinking.”“Thinking about what?” she pressed. “You won’t tell me what the problem is, and you won’t stop worrying. What’s going on, Alex?”“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with,” I said, brushing her off.“Nothing?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve been acting like a man with a bomb ticking under his chair. This doesn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me.”I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Mary, please. Just leave it alone.”She threw her hands up in frustration. “Fine. But whatever it is, you know you can always talk to me about it.”I opened my mouth to respond, but the sound of a car engine caught my attention. My heart immediately raced. Saraya.Without another word, I bolted for the door, ignoring Mary’s who was stunned by my action.“Alex!” she called after me, but I didn’t stop.I yanked the door ope

ALEX'S POV.“Alex, why haven’t you been picking up my calls?” Mary raised her voice at me the moment I stepped into the house. She was waiting for me in the living room, her arms crossed. “And why are you alone? Where is Saraya?” She added, looking at me suspiciously.I didn’t answer her questions, instead I gave her a deadly look. “Come with me this instant!” I screamed at her.Her brows furrowed, but she obeyed, trailing behind me as I made my way upstairs to our bedroom. I shut the door firmly behind us, leaning against it for a moment before facing her.“Why didn’t you tell me about Saraya and Arlan’s affair?” I asked, my voice was cold.Mary froze. “How did you...”“Don’t answer my question with another question, Mary.” I snapped, cutting her off. “How could you keep such thing away from me? Tell me, how long have you known?”She stuttered, her composure crumbling. “I-I only found out in Brisbane. Saraya swore to me she would end it. I thought...”“You thought what?” I stepped

SARAYA'S POV."And what do you think you're doing?" I asked Arlan. "Are you trying to ruin things?"Arlan ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. "Saraya, I’m trying to make him slip. If he knows we’re onto him, he might panic and make a mistake."I folded my arms, glaring at him. "You don't even have any evidence to pinpoint this on him. You keep guessing. Do you even realize you just revealed we are tailing the person. You keep trying to ruin everything.""Ruin everything?" He met my gaze, unflinching. "Do you have a better plan? Because I’m all ears."I sighed, pacing the room. My mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this mess. “We need to keep him calm, Arlan. Keep him thinking he’s in control. If he feels cornered, he’ll lash out, and we can’t afford that.”Arlan scoffed. “Calm? The man just threatened to sell the story to the media if we don’t pay up. How do you expect me to stay calm?”“I don’t know!” I shouted. “But we can’t afford to lose our heads right now. D

IAN'S POV."I mean..." I paused looking fluttered. "I don't understand why you're holding back grandma." I bit my lower lip to contain my anger. "This is our chance to usurp Saraya from the seat she is occupying."My grandmother sighed. "Ian, your uncle and Arlan jointly hold the bigger amount of shares as we speak, if they throw their weight round their shares, we stand no chance of winning.""After all is said and done, you will agree with me that things won't be the same with them again." I explained. "It's time to strike while the iron is still hot.""The problem is your uncle, you can tell from what you've seen tonight that he has no intention of punishing Saraya through her position, no matter what has happened, Saraya still have his support.""That is because he is only trying to make up for the lost time in Saraya's life, he handed her that position to feel less guilty but if he continue to tolerate Saraya's insolent, it would be the end of the Newman's empire." I pointed out.

MATILDA'S POV.I walked into the living room with a cup of honeyed tea and stopped when I saw Arlan sprawled on the couch, fast asleep. For the first time in hours, his chest rose and fell steadily. I let out a small sigh of relief.“Finally closed those eyes of yours,” I muttered to myself. “Took you long enough after pacing and sighing all night.”As I moved closer, I spotted the bruise on his cheek. “Great, Matilda,” I whispered under my breath. “Guess I slapped him harder than I meant to.”Careful not to wake him, I set the cup of tea on the table and hurried to grab a bag of ice.When I returned, Arlan was sitting up, his eyes half-lidded but alert. He blinked at me, then at the tea."Hi," I said, walking up to him.He quickly sat upright like I would jump on him, well, he is right. I could."Hi." He replied, his voice husky. "Uh… thanks for letting me crash here." He said.“Don’t thank me. Thank the couch,” I replied. “Now drink that. I added plenty of honey, it’ll help with yo