Daddy’s Good Girl 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

 Zella  "Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sasha screamed, scrambling away from Anthony's body. "I didn't mean to,...I didn't even know, Zella, I didn't pull the trigger, I swear I didn't." "It's okay, it's okay," I was shaking so hard I could barely get the words out. My hands fumbled for my phone, trying to dial 911, trying to think through the panic clouding my brain. We killed Anthony Newman. Oh God, we killed him. "We need an ambulance," I gasped into the phone when the operator answered. "Someone's been shot, there's so much blood, please-" I got interrupted by slow clapping echoed across the lot. There was someone else here. The sound was coming from behind one of the partly demolished buildings. A woman stepped out, a smile on her face. Gloria Martinez. "Bravo!" she called out, still clapping as she walked toward us. "Bra

 Zella I lay in my bed, staring at Isaiah's contact on my phone screen. My finger hovered over the call button for the hundredth time that day. I pressed it. It rang, over and over... "You've reached Isaiah King. Leave a message." The sound of his recorded voice made my chest constrict painfully. I ended the call and immediately dialed again. "You've reached Isaiah King-" I hung up and called again. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. It had been a full day since my father had implied; well, no, not implied, practically announced it; that Isaiah was dead. It had been a full day of this nightmare, of calling his number over and over, waiting for him to answer, for him to tell me this was all some sick joke. But he never answered. Isaiah was dead. 

 Zella My sister whimpered in her sleep, her body jerking as she struggled through her nightmare. "No, no, I didn't mean to… no," "Shh," I whispered, stroking her hair. "It's okay. You're okay." But she wasn't okay. Neither of us was. It was daybreak, and I was a mess. I had till sunset to get twenty billion. The sound of laughter from the living room filled my ears, and I had no idea why it made me furious, but it did.  I carefully removed myself from Sasha's grip and tucked the covers around her before following the sound of voices to the kitchen. My father sat at the breakfast table with Delilah, both of them smiling, and across from them was Oliver, laughing at something Delilah had just said. Oliver, who clearly had no idea his father was supposedly dead or he wouldn't be laughing.  "How can you laugh?"

 Isaiah "Breaking news: Billionaire industrialist Isaiah King, CEO of King Enterprises, has been confirmed dead. Sources say his body was recovered from the east docks late last night following what appears to be a coordinated assassination. The business world is in shock..." I stared at the television screen, watching my own face flash across the news. They were professional photos from board meetings, shots with Zella at charity galas, and that ridiculous picture on Forbes cover from last year. "They used a terrible photo," I muttered, shifting on the bed and immediately regretting it as pain lanced through my skull. "You're vain as fuck, boss,” Nico said from the bed beside mine, sounding amused. He had bandages covering his torso, his arm in a sling, a nasty gash across his temple that had required seventeen stitches. I looked pretty much the same.  "I

 Zella  I woke up two days later, sick as hell. My stomach revolted against me, emptying what little I'd managed to eat yesterday. When there was nothing left, I dry-heaved over the toilet, my whole body shaking. "Zee!" Sasha yelled, rushing into the bathroom, her hands pulling my hair back. "Oh God, are you okay?" "No," I gasped between heaves. "I'm not okay. Nothing is okay." She grabbed a washcloth, made it wet, and pressed it to my forehead once the nausea finally subsided. “We need to get you something to eat,”  I shook my head. "I can't keep anything down." "That's not good. You need to see a doctor," "I need my husband back," I said flatly. "But since that's not happening, I'll settle for getting through today." Today was the board meeting. Th