All Chapters of The Traitor's Daughter : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“What is it?” Daniel asks in a haste, seeing my expression, and walked back in as he just stepped out. I could not even utter a word and so I turned the screen to him. “Oh God.” He whispered out in shock as I aggressively blink back the tears in my eyes. It was a video call and I would be damned if they see me react this way. Keeping my face still, the fucker brings the phone closer to her as the person who had his hands on her neck as soon as I picked up, slapped her, hard. I clenched my jaw at the action, stilling every vein in my body to keep myself from reacting, and they didn't stop at one. He continued slapping her and I counted. One Two Three, untill it was about 14 slaps. My whole body vibrated in anger and helplessnes, but I stood still and knew that I had to do something to get them to stop, even it means she'll hate me after this. As I watched, I shared the screen and video to my team. The brains of my work and company. I knew it would be almost impossible for

Lorenzo's P.O.VThe sounds of sirens from the direction I was headed was enough to give me an anxiety attack but I kept thinking and wishing that it wasn't her.With every step I took that eventually broke into a run, I prayed hard that those sirens weren't for my wife.The fourth location was one that inwas almost toonsurevwas correct because if there was anything I knew about the italic, it was that they thrived in the dark and this was an underground lair, so it was definitely the most probable place they could be.As I git closer, my speed increased and from a little distance, I could see a hand fall down from the stretcher.The only oproblem I had was that this hand was clothes in a blue lonskeeve top which was the same thing she wore when she went to the mall with warren.It was dirty and soaked in blood but I could tell that it was her shirt.“No! No! Wait!” I screamed at the ambulance that was starting to take off.It looked like her outfit but it may hit be her, and u needed

The next morning came with a knock on my door and from the door being knocked, I knew exactly who it was.It been two days since I woke up and ever since, the mafia man has been trying to talk to me and the fact that he has, only annoyed me further because why in the world was hewssting precious time trying to deceive me.Did he enjoy it that mubh?The thought plagued my mind and caused even more anger.I had thought to myself severally about nit even having the right to be angry but I couldn't help it.I am the daughter of the man he hates the most.I was literally dragged here.I had endured some physical assualt from himI was a prisoner in this house, and forcefully married to him with a sole aim of him torturing me. What exactly made me imagine in my wildest dreams that he cared about me.Like the fool that I was, I fell for the little attention and confession of lust over my body. He probably said that because I was there when he wanted some.Groaning internally, I let about a l

The next morning was one that I embraced with a smile as I remembered just how much fun I had yesterday.We did almost every single thing I dreamed about. The trampoline, the movies, all the ice-cream flavours, shopping, and coming back safely.It was so surreal watching a movie on such a big screen with a lot of people at the same time but the things that stood out to me the most was the fact that we had the be silent.It was so silent that if you sneezed, people would hush you up.I giggled when I think about the fact that I was intentionally making some noise just to get some reaction. I knew it was annoying, I would be annoyed if it was me but I just had to. I was too excited. Warren also made me understand that this was normal because I had almost killed him with several ‘’thank you's'.Standing up from my bed to wash up, I reminisce about the fact that what I thought was luxury was actually not, but a normal thing that people did.“It is luxury for me though. Gosh, I'm so happy

“I missed you.” He said as he groaned into me, squeezing me even tighter. The way he held me made me feel warm and wanted but once I began to sink into it, my brain sent an alert as if to remind me who exactly it was that I was dealing with and so I tried to pull away but he was having it.“Please, give me a little more time.” He coughed out, turning his head to the side as he did, which I was grateful for.As soon as he did, he buried his head again into the crook of my neck and I would be big liar if I said that I was not affected by it.I fought the urge to pat his dark mop of shiny hair that stared at me. My hands twitched with the urge to run my fingers in them. I wondered if they were as soft as they looked but I didn't dare.My heart had gone through enough.“Why aren't you in the hospital, I heard and can see that you're very sick.” I question, not holding back my expressions that were full of confusion because it felt like the most common sensical thing to do.“He can't. He's