All Chapters of Falling For The Father: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The week that followed Daisy’s request for time off unfolded like a suffocating storm. Every single waking moment of Daisy's existence seemed to be mercilessly swallowed whole by the insatiable demands of her work. Meetings piled upon meetings, each one more urgent than the last, and errands, no matter how trivial, were tossed her way by Vincenzo Marino. It was as if her simple, entirely reasonable request for a brief reprieve had triggered some deeply hidden switch within him.“Mr. Marino,” she finally dared one morning, her voice cautious, nearly drowned out by the rustle of files as she organized his schedule, “about the reunion I mentioned last week…”Vincenzo didn’t even bother to look up. His pen scratched against the pristine white paper. He was absorbed, utterly oblivious to the quiet plea in her voice, or perhaps, simply indifferent.She waited. Every second felt like an eternity, her heart thudding nervously against her ribs. She watched the movements of his hand as he conti

The next day unfolded like a quiet aftermath of a storm. Daisy felt it first in the way Vincenzo's gaze avoided hers, as if she were a ghost. That morning she went into his office to deliver the final reports from the recent hotel tour.“Here are the files you asked for, sir.” She announced, her voice was calm.He didn't even acknowledge her presence. His head remained bent over the papers spread before him. He didn’t look up from his desk, didn’t offer a customary thank you, didn’t even spare her a fleeting glance. It was as if she were invisible.“That will be all,” he said flatly.And just like that, the invisible wall between them grew taller.Daisy walked out slowly, the door shutting softly behind her, but the sound of it echoed in her chest like a slam.It didn’t take long for the whispers to start.Whispers began to trail behind her wherever she went. The mocking glances now lingered, transforming into giggles as she passed by. It wasn't just the awkward silence anymore… it wa

Vincenzo was in his study, a large, quiet room filled with books. He sat behind his big desk, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, its tip glowing red and burning slowly. The air in the room was filled with the faint scent of tobacco. Daisy walked in, but he didn't look up right away. Only the soft scrape of her shoes on the shiny hardwood floor made him slowly lift his head.“I’m heading out,” she said, her arms loosely crossed in front of her. She stood a little nervously, waiting for his reaction. “My brother, Dante, just got back from a trip, and I haven’t seen him in a long time.” Her voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension, as if she was bracing herself for his response.Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of her brother’s name. “Dante,” he muttered, almost like a curse, the name tasting bitter on his tongue. Then, he spoke louder, “That brother of yours… Did he do anything to help you when your father treated you like garbage?” The sudden, hars

Daisy stepped out of the small café where she and Dante had shared lunch. Her fingers tugged absently at the strap of her purse as she walked toward the edge of the sidewalk, planning to head back to Vincenzo’s estate. She was almost at the corner, just a few steps away from turning, when she heard her name.“Daisy.”The voice halted her.She turned slowly, already knowing who it was.Dante stood just a few feet behind her. His hands were pushed deep into his coat pockets, making his shoulders look a little slumped. The lines on his face, especially around his eyes and mouth, seemed deeper now, showing worry. His jaw was tight, as if he had been holding back his thoughts for a long time, and now they were finally about to spill out.“Are you really going back there?” he asked, his voice low, filled with a mix of disbelief and frustration.She let out a slow breath. “Yes, Dante. I’m going back to Vincenzo.”He shook his head, a clear sign of his disapproval. “Why do you keep doing thi

Daisy’s POV It’s been a week since she moved in. Arianna. She has this delicate presence… the kind that makes people want to protect her, to shield her from the world. All soft steps and whispery responses, always lowering her lashes like the world’s just too bright for her fragile self. I might have believed it too, if I hadn’t caught the look in her eyes when she thought no one was watching. It was the kind of look that lingers a second too long on a man who isn’t hers. It’s a look that holds a clear message. The kind of look that says she wants him. And not just want. It’s worse than that. It says she intends to have him. But Vincenzo is mine. I know how that sounds. It probably sounds very possessive, maybe even a little bit crazy. Borderline insane, as people would say. But it’s the honest truth, and I won’t say sorry for it. I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. Not him. Not her. Not even myself on more rational days. He’s mine. Whatever this complicated thing is bet