All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

 Isaiah “Why are you awake?” Zella grumbled.  I brushed my thumb across Zella's temple, watching her eyes flutter close. "Sleep, Princess." She mumbled something in protest, scooting closer to me.  "I have some work to finish. Nothing for you to worry about." My phone buzzed against my thigh with another message from my PI. She sighed as I stroked her hair, and within minutes, she was fast asleep again. I looked back at the picture on my phone screen, and my jaw clenched. There she was, my Zella, shaking hands with a tall blonde man. The scar running down his face was clear. It was the same bastard who had sabotaged my nuclear plant and was after me.  Another message popped up from my private investigator.  “Alexander Harper. No prior records before 2018. Complete ghost.”&nb

 Zella "What?" I asked, my heart racing. What on earth was happening? "Sasha, slow down. What are you talking about?" Her voice was shrill with anger. "You actually sent one of Isaiah's goons to spy on me and Anthony! How could you, Zella? I'm not a child!" My confusion deepened. "I didn't send anyone-" "Don't lie to me!" She cut me off. "He's been following us!” Who was this ‘he’? Sasha had pretty much been ignoring me since we had the argument about her dating Anthony of all people, I hadn't been able to tell her he was Rafael's brother because she wouldn't listen to me.  "Sasha, I swear, I didn't-" "You're just like Dad!" Her words hit me like a slap. "You're always thinking you know what's best for me, always trying to control my life. I'm a grown adult, Zella! I can date whoeve

 Isaiah "I've been thinking about this all day," I growled, burying my face in Zella's neck and grazing my teeth over her soft, lovely skin. She shuddered, leaning further into me. I hadn't seen her all day, and I was starving. Terribly, madly starved for her.  "Isaiah," She called breathlessly as my hands ripped open her shirt. "Can I ask you something?" "Later." I nipped at her collarbone. "I have more important things to do with my mouth right now." "I-It's about your ex-wife." My hands stopped moving. I pulled back to see my princess watching me warily. What was this about again? "I don't want to talk about her." "W-Why not?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me. I cupped her jaw, skimming my lips over the corner of her mouth.  "Because she's dead, Zella. And frankly, I would rather focus on my very much alive an

 Isaiah Alexander Harper stood by the doorway, giving a small grin while holding a bouquet of flowers. “Hello, Isaiah,”  I stood between him and Zella’s bed, blocking him off from seeing her. I grabbed a syringe from the bedside table, popping the cap off.  “Whoa, relax,” He chuckled, holding the flowers up. “I'm just visiting," “You did this,” I growled, closing the gap between us. “I know you fucking did this,”  "Yeah? Prove it,” He chuckled. I held up the syringe to his throat, staring him in the eye. Not many men stood as tall as I did. There was that odd familiar feel about him again and I tried holding my rage back.  “Leave, or I'll slit your throat with this and trust me I can do a lot of damage with this syringe.” I spat and he stepped back,

 Isaiah The boardroom was already filled when I arrived. I had driven like a demon through traffic, but clearly, not fast enough. The vultures had gathered early in my boardroom. I swept my gaze across the table seeing the board members I had known for years and Thomas, the jackass sitting by the table with Remon!  He must have planned for this all along. Zella had just been at his place, and he had been scheming to take my company from me?  My son sat at the head of the table, avoiding my eyes, his hands clasped tightly on the table in front of him.  "Glad you could join us, Isaiah," Thomas said. "We were just about to begin." I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I moved to my chair at the head of the table, staying Oliver down. He got jittery, stood up, and moved to another chair. "Oliver," I said quietly, taking my seat. "Woul