Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For The Father: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Daisy had spent what felt like hours, pleading with Vincenzo to release Dante. She spoke of Dante's pain, his longing for justice. Vincenzo had listened, his face grim, his injured arm still bandaged, a constant reminder of Dante’s direct action. But in the end, her pleas had swayed him.“Alright, Daisy,” Vincenzo finally conceded, his voice firm but softer than it had been. “I will release him. But he will be watched. He will know that he is being watched. And if he makes one wrong move, there will be no second chances. Do you understand?”Daisy nodded, tears of relief welling in her eyes. “Yes, Vincenzo. I understand. Thank you. Thank you so much.” She had threw her arms around him.And so, Dante was brought in. He looked tired, his leg still bandaged from Daisy’s shot. Vincenzo looked at him, his gaze piercing. “Dante,” he said, “I’m releasing you. Not because I forgive your actions, but because Daisy cares for you. Do not mistake my mercy for weakness.”Dante looked directly at V

Daisy sat beside Alessandro Ferrari, both of them were silent, waiting for the results. Finally, a nurse came out, holding a sealed envelope. She called their names, her voice was calm and professional, completely unaware of the life-altering news contained within the paper she held. Daisy’s heart hammered against her ribs. Alessandro took the envelope, his hands trembling slightly. He tore it open, pulling out the official document. His eyes scanned the words slowly, once, then twice. He looked up at Daisy, his eyes glistening. “Daisy,” he began, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s… it’s true. It says here. Alessandro Ferrari is indeed the biological father of Miss Daisy.” He repeated the words, as if trying to grasp their reality. “All these years,” he continued, his voice cracking, filled with regret, “all these years… I had a daughter. And I never knew anything about her. Not a single thing. You were right here, in this world, living a life I was completely unaware of. How could

Everyone in the Marino mansion had gone to bed, leaving the grand house quiet. But the night had other plans for Daisy, she’d been on edge throughout the evening. She was currently in her room, laid in her bed, sleeping. Suddenly, a faint sound, made her eyes snap open. Before she could even fully process what was happening, a dark shape loomed over her. A heavy, suffocating weight pressed down on her face.It was a pillow. And it was being forced down on her face, trying to cut off her breath.Daisy was not a deep sleeper. The years of abuse, the constant need to be aware, had made her a light sleeper. She immediately thrashed, fighting with every ounce of strength she had. Her arms flailed, pushing against the unseen assailant. She struggled, clawing, kicking, trying desperately to free herself from the suffocating weight. Her lungs burned desperately for air. She pulled at the pillow, pushing it away, twisting her body.With a surge of adrenaline, she managed to roll, tumbling off

Daisy's body laid limp in Vincenzo's arms as he carried her out of the car. Her face was getting really pale. The blood staining his shirt was a clear reminder that he had failed to protect her. The hospital doors slid open with a whoosh. The doctors and nurses rushed toward him before he could call for help. They took Daisy from his arms, placing her on a gurney. He followed them as they wheeled her away, his legs moving on their own as his mind raced with different thoughts. He watched helplessly as they pushed her through a pair of swinging doors marked “Operating Room,” and then they were gone. The doors swung shut, leaving him standing in the silent hallway.He was alone, feeling utterly helpless and powerless. His hands trembled uncontrollably. The blood on his shirt felt like a stain that would never wash out. He paced the hallway, back and forth, the only sound that echoed in his ears were the rhythm of his heart hammering against his ribs. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

The morning sun filtered through the hospital room's window. Daisy woke slowly with a throbbing pain in her stomach. She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Vincenzo. He was asleep in a chair beside her bed, his head bowed, his fingers still wrapped around hers. His dark hair was a little messy. He looked completely exhausted.She reached out her free hand and gently ran her fingers through his hair. Vincenzo stirred, then his head came up with a jolt. His eyes were clear and instantly focused on her. A wave of immense relief washed over his face, it almost brought tears to her eyes. He lifted his hand from hers and gently stroked her cheek.“My love,” he said. “You're awake. How do you feel? Does it hurt?”Daisy tried to smile, but a sharp pain cut it short. “I feel okay. I’m just a bit sore. But okay.” She tried to sit up and get closer to him, but a jolt of pain in her stomach made her gasp. She closed her eyes.Vincenzo was up in a second, his exhaustion gone. “No, no