Semua Bab Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet: Bab 141 - Bab 146

Isla pov“Y-you are insane,” I stammered, barely even hearing my own voice over the rapid thud of my heart. My eyes were wide and trembling as I stared at Ezra, but his expression didn’t even flicker, not a hint of hesitation or doubt.His terrifying smile remained fixed on his face, his eyes warm, as though he had just finished recounting one of his happiest memories. After a long second of him just staring, he finally spoke, shaking his head as if correcting me.“I am not insane, little rose. You just don’t understand. You don’t understand that I am the one who loves you the most, that I am the only one who truly cares about you.”Then he pointed eagerly at the painting, like a child showing off his proudest work.“Do you see?” he asked, voice trembling with excitement. “I was there before any of them. Do you remember that day you saved me? Do you?”I stared at him, utterly confused. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I couldn’t remember any of it. I hadn’t met him before tha

Isolde povThe slap was so fast—so quick that no one saw it coming.One moment, mother’s mouth was moving, words spilling, and the next, she was sent crashing to the ground. Every eye in the room widened in disbelief, gasps tearing through the silence. None of us could believe father had just hit her.But then I saw it—the rage blazing in his eyes as he glared down at mother, who clutched her cheek, frozen, unmoving, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. I knew in that instant—she had really, truly fucked up.I had never seen father this angry before. Not even when Isla ruined the arranged marriage, when she ran away from home, when she fell for Alaric.No. That anger then was controlled, almost forced, as if he had to convince himself to be mad. But this… this was pure, untamed fury. And for the first time, he had laid hands on mother.Shit.We had been wrong all along.He didn’t hate his daughter. He never had. He blamed her for her mother’s death, yes but he still care

141|Alaric pov“I found the owner of the ring and everything you asked me to dig up.”The man spoke with a lazy smirk, blond hair perfectly styled, cunning blue eyes glinting as he lifted the envelope into the air. His legs were crossed, posture relaxed, gaze fixed on me with nothing but amusement. His head tilted slightly as he studied my face.Francesco Rossi.Esther’s ex.A criminal. A thief. A black-market dealer.One of the strongest information brokers in New York.I knew of his connection to Esther because of the background checks I had run on everyone who had ever been close to Isla, including her friends, anyone who could be considered a potential threat. That was when I found out she’d dated Francesco back in college. They’d broken up after he cheated on her.None of that mattered.I sat across from him in the café, the time reading 11 p.m.—seven hours after Isla had been kidnapped. The place was silent, closed for the night, booked entirely for this meeting.My eyes never