Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For The Father: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The hospital room was quiet. Daisy was just starting to feel a little bit more relaxed. The nurse, the one who had come to check her vitals, was calm and professional. The nurse checked her pulse, her blood pressure, and then she picked up a small syringe. She said it was a painkiller, something to help with the pain from her wound.Daisy smiled softly. She was ready to be out of pain for a little while. The nurse put the needle in her arm, and Daisy felt a small sting. The liquid went into her body. But as it did, a wave of drowsiness washed over her. It was not the same feeling as the other painkillers she had been given. This was different. This was wrong.“What did you just inject me with?” Daisy asked, her voice a little slurred, her eyelids feeling heavy. “It doesn't feel the same. The other painkiller… it didn't feel like this.”The nurse's face, which had been so calm and professional, now held a look of sadness. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her lips were trembling. Sh

The cold room felt even colder now. Daisy was a mess. Her face was bloody now, filled with bruises and cuts. Her stomach, which had been in so much pain, was now throbbing with even worse pain. The wound on her stomach, the wound from Arianna's knife, had reopened after receiving a series of punches from Madonna's men. She was a broken thing, tied to a chair. The doors to the room opened slowly and Madonna walked in. A satisfied smirk was on her face as she looked at Daisy. “I thought you wanted me dead?” Daisy said, her voice weak. “Why are you holding back? Having your men beat me up doesn't make you less of a bitch in my eyes. It just makes you a coward.” Madonna's smirk widened, and she chuckled. “You're going to die all right,” she said. “But just not yet. Not until Vincenzo hands everything over to me. Not until he gives me what is mine. Then, and only then, will you die.” Daisy just scoffed. “Why do I feel like you're the one who wants power so bad and not your son? It seem

Daisy was still tied to a chair, and she was a mess. She was alone now, left with a single guard, a scary looking man. He didn’t even spare her a single glance. He probably thought she was a pathetic, helpless victim. But he was wrong.She had come up with a plan, a risky plan. She had been working on the rope for a long time now. Her hands, though they were weak and shaky, had been slowly untying the knot. The rope was loose now. She just had to wait for the right moment.She feigned weakness, her voice coming out as a weak, pathetic whisper. “Please,” she said. “Please... I'm so thirsty. Can I please have some water? I'm sure your boss wouldn’t like it if you let me die from a mere thirst.”The guard, who had been sitting on a small wooden chair in the corner of the room, scoffed. He was bored and annoyed. But he also knew that Madonna had told them not to let her die yet. She had to be alive until she got what she wanted. He got up from his chair, a bored, dismissive look on his fa

The silence in the warehouse was suffocating. Vincenzo was standing there, his face portrayed no emotion. His hands, which were clenched into tight, angry fists, were shaking. His jaw was set in a hard line. Alessandro was the one who broke the silence. He was pacing back and forth like a madman. His hands were clenched into tight, angry fists. He was a father who was desperate to save his daughter. “Vincenzo!” he roared. “What is going on? What is the meaning of all this? Why is she after you? Why is she doing this to my daughter? Answer me.”Vincenzo just looked at him, his face devoid of any emotion. “I don't know,” he said. “I don't know how any of this is possible. I thought she was dead. I don't know why she's doing this.” He just kept repeating the same words, his mind a whirlwind of confusion. “She's Antonio's mother.”Dante, who had been a quiet, brooding, furious figure in the corner, finally spoke. His face was filled with guilt. He looked at Vincenzo, then he looked at A

Daisy was on a gurney, messy and unconscious. Vincenzo was right beside her, his hands on the gurney as the nurses came forward. He told the doctor what had happened. And explained the blood on her dress. “She just started bleeding,” he said with a broken voice. “I don't know why. You have to do something. Help her. Do everything to make sure she’s alright.”The doctor just nodded. He looked at Daisy, and then looked at the blood on her dress before turning to look at his nurses. “Get her in,” he said. “We need to do some scans and check for internal damage.”Vincenzo was forced to wait outside the ER. A glass door was the only thing that separated him from the woman he loved. He was pacing like a caged animal. He blamed himself. He blamed himself for failing to protect her. Again. He was so lost in his thoughts, so lost in his fear, that he didn't hear Alessandro come up to him. Alessandro looked at him and saw the state he was in. “Vincenzo,” Alessandro said, his voice filled wit