All Chapters of Falling For The Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Daisy’s POV By the sixth day of being trappe in this house,i became restless.“I’m perfectly fine now.” I told Vincenzo over breakfast. “I want to resume my duties as your assistant. I’m goingcrazy just wandering around here alll day.”“You need more time to fully recover.” He said dismissively, sipping his coffee. I sighed in frustration. “You can’t keep me locked up in here, sir. Stop treating me like I’m fragile.”He raised a brow. “Aren’t you?”“No,” i said firmly. “I work for you as an assistant, not some housewife.”Vincenzo smirked at that. “Housewife?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Is that a bad thing?”Oh my God, what exactly is going on? I thought Vincenzo Marino was a big bad Don. How come no one talks about how flirty he gets. I’m pretty sure my cheeks were bright red right now.I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.“Fine. If you insist on going to work, I’ll let you. But only on one condition.”“Which is?”“You stop calling me sir.” He

Daisy’s POVBooking flights for someone like Vincenzo Marino was a task far more complex than simply clicking “round trip, economy class.” Every single detail demanded meticulous attention. We’re talking first-class seats, access to private terminals, special security clearances, precise luggage arrangements, and even his exact meal preferences, right down to the specific brand of bottled water he preferred. But somehow, I didn’t mind. In fact, a part of me even enjoyed the challenge of orchestrating such precise logistics.Our flight to New York was scheduled for tomorrow morning. I had managed to line up everything perfectly: luxurious hotel reservations, dinner bookings at exclusive places with names I couldn’t even begin to pronounce, and a fully packed itinerary of real estate properties he intended to inspect.This upcoming trip felt different, though. It wasn't just about work, or simply another business venture. I mean, seriously, who takes their personal assistant on a real e

New York City. The name itself felt like a promise. The jarring, sound of suitcase wheels rolling over the polished airport tile announced their arrival. Daisy stepped out of JFK’s terminal alongside Vincenzo, the brisk air of New York brushing against her skin. The city was alive… horns blared in the distance, the screech of subway trains hummed beneath them, and people weaved through the crowds with purpose, as if each of them were perpetually late for something incredibly important. It was, after all, truly the city that never slept.Their driver, a tall man in a black coat with a discreet earpiece nestled in his ear, approached, taking their luggage and opening the back door of a sleek, black Cadillac SUV. Vincenzo gave a curt nod and climbed in without a word, his phone already in hand. Daisy hesitated for a second, stealing one more glance at the skyline before sliding into the seat beside him.As they drove through Manhattan, Daisy’s eyes were glued to the window. Every turn br

She turned toward the bathroom, wanting to flee this uncomfortable tension. But before she could even reach the doorknob, he was there, behind her, his body was like a wall. One hand slammed the bathroom door shut with a resounding thud, the other pressed firmly beside her head on the wall, trapping her, caging her. She was completely trapped, caught between his hard body and the cold, unyielding wall. “Vincenzo…” she whispered, her voice barely a breath, a plea. “You’re mine, Daisy,” he said, his voice a low growl. “And I don’t like it when others get close to what’s mine. I hate sharing.” His words were a primal declaration, a stark claim of ownership. “I… I didn’t do anything.” she protested. “No, but you just don’t seem to get it.” His breath was hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine, raising goosebumps on her skin. “You don’t get that you’re mine.” His breath was hot against her ear. Her heart was pounding. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear, the