All Chapters of Falling For The Father: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Vincenzo stood at the tall window of his study, looking out, his back to the room. The heavy wooden doors of the study creaked open slowly. Vittorio walked in first, his face tense. Behind him, two men followed, both armed, their presence adding to the seriousness of the situation. Marco came last, his jaw tight with worry and unease.Vincenzo didn’t turn around right away. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of the men entering. It wasn’t until Vittorio’s voice broke the silence that Vincenzo finally moved.“You’re late,” Vincenzo said, his voice flat, a clear sign of his displeasure. He didn’t need to see Vittorio to know he was there.“Don… we hit an issue,” Vittorio stammered, using the respectful title, his voice showing stress.“What’s in the bag?” Vincenzo asked, cutting him off, his voice calm but sharp. He already had a bad feeling, already knew he wouldn’t like the answer. The "bag" implied something that shouldn't be there.“We were supposed to take this to the w

“I need to see your warrant,” Vincenzo said coolly, his hand extended, demanding proper procedure.One of the officers held up the warrant for Vincenzo to see. “Dead bodies found two blocks from here. Three of the men were linked to your name. We also received a tip-off about narcotics being hidden in this house.”Vincenzo’s jaw tightened. “There are no drugs here,” he stated, his voice firm.“Then you won’t mind if we search,” the officer said, a slight challenge in his tone.Daisy, still in her robe, stood just behind Vincenzo. She watched as his hand subtly reached for the gun tucked into his waistband.Her heart jumped. She stepped forward quickly.“Don’t,” she whispered, taking his hand firmly, stopping his movement.He looked at her, surprised by her intervention.“If you pull that, they’ll shoot,” she warned, her eyes pleading with him, begging him not to escalate the situation. “Please.”He slowly released his grip on the gun, acknowledging her warning.Officers then swept thr

“You agree to the meeting,” she began, her voice steady and confident, “but under our terms. It has to be a controlled environment, a place where neither side has an advantage. All exit routes must be secured, meaning they can’t escape easily. No one enters without their IDs being checked and logged, and no weapons in sight. Bring only their spokesman, the person speaking for them, alone. Offer them limited intelligence about an outdated informant… something worthless to them, something that won’t harm us if it gets out. In exchange, demand verifiable proof of the origin of their information, so we know it’s real and where it came from. Meanwhile, feed them disinformation to sow doubt between them and their own side, to make them distrust each other. And secure surveillance inside their meeting place so you can monitor all their communication. If they try to betray us, you’re ready to react. After the meeting, confirm their intel through independent sources before committing to anythi

Leonid turned to his own men, a quick glance, then nodded slowly. He turned back to Daisy, and spoke, his voice surprisingly low and thoughtful: “That is fine by me.” He then stood up, signaling the end of his consideration. “You’re rather bold to negotiate with me. Usually, I’d give you a week to sort things out, but seeing as you’ve managed to impress me today, I’ll give you all a month to fix this and make sure our goods are delivered. This was a deal between Vincenzo and I, and I already played my part, so I don’t want any further delays.” His tone was still firm, but there was a hint of respect in his voice now. Daisy kept strong eye contact, showing no fear or relief. “That’s generous of you. I can assure you everything will be sorted out soon enough.” He looked at her once more, a lingering gaze. “Angel… Now I see why Marino let you in. Keep that card: if anytime he decides otherwise, call me.” He then slipped a dark business card into her palm, his fingers brushing hers. Then

Daisy’s POV The encounter spun inside my head as I walked. On one hand, I’d drawn a line in the sand. I had stood up for myself. I would not bow down to her. Sofia had completely underestimated how far I had come, how deeply I had become a part of this new, dangerous world. She didn't know who I was now. On the other hand, a tiny, ugly doubt slithered into my mind. A voice that whispered: What could happen if Sophia truly becomes Donna? What then? I shook off the thought, trying to push it away. I was alive and strong, and I had survived so many more difficulties in my life. If something like that happens, I'd just move on with my life and keep surviving, just like I always had. I was a survivor. Always a survivor. I held onto that thought as I made my way home. ___________ That evening, dinner at Vincenzo’s grand mansion felt different. The air felt charged, even though the house was calm and quiet. I had kept the encounter with Sofia to myself, but the words still echoed in my