All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

 Zella “I still can't believe they actually had the guts to sue you,” I grumbled. Isaiah and I stood with Marcus outside the courtroom, reviewing the case. It didn't make sense. They tried to have him killed, and now that they knew they were screwed, their next step was suing him?  “It's their last resort,” Marcus said.  Right on cue, the elevator doors opened, and Dad emerged with Delilah at his side. They looked rather confident for people whose last resort was suing the man they tried to murder.  "Well, well," Isaiah said. "The dynamic duo." Dad's eyes locked onto Isaiah, and something ugly flashed across his face. Then he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. I curled my fingers tight in anger. This man… I called this man father while he painted Isaiah as a monster and yet tried to have him killed. Who really was t

 Zella The courtroom felt like it was closing in on me. Monica sat in the witness stand, looking as crazy as the first day I met her anyway. The crazy woman had pretended to be Ashley Larry and tried to stab me! I shuddered just thinking about it. She had been testifying for ten minutes, painting a picture of Isaiah as a controlling, violent man who'd tried to kill her when she threatened to expose his secrets. "I was going to tell the authorities everything," she said, her voice trembling with practised emotion. "About the bribes, the intimidation, the people he'd destroyed.” The lawyer leaned forward. "And he found out.” "He did. Then, he sent a killer after me.'" Her eyes filled with tears, and I really wanted to smack her. Standing up and screaming that she tried to stab me would only make things worse for Isaiah.  Murmurs ri

 Zella “When you take the stand," Marcus said, "they're going to try to paint Isaiah as controlling. Abusive. They'll ask leading questions designed to make you doubt yourself and doubt your marriage. You need to stay calm, stay focused, and answer only what's asked. Don't volunteer information." I nodded, my hands twisted together in my lap. "I understand." We were in a small conference room beside the courtroom. I had never testified in court before, and I was all nervous and jittery. The session was in twenty minutes and I was not prepared!  "They may bring up the blackmail situation with Gloria, the explosion, your father's disappearance. They're going to try to establish a pattern of violence and manipulation surrounding Isaiah." "But none of that was his fault," "I know that. You know that. But we need the jury to know that." Mar

 Zella I stayed frozen in the corner, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched them. No, there had to be some sane explanation for this. Maybe I was dreaming? I reached up to pinch myself while Delilah continued talking.  "You favor her," Delilah said accusingly, jabbing a finger at Thomas's chest. "You always have. Oliver is your son, but you're always focused on Zella,” Dad belted out a laugh. "Favor her? If I really favored Zella, would I have allowed Dax to continue what he was doing to her?" I could have sworn time stopped at that moment.  “W-What?” I whispered, replaying his words in my head. He...knew? He knew Uncle Dax had… No. My father would not have… he was cruel, but he couldn't surely be that despicable!  “Seriously Thomas? There's no need to lie,”

 Isaiah I don't know what happened back at the courthouse, but something definitely did because my wife was falling apart. I had only allowed her to stay with him behind closed doors because she shook her head when I took a step forward. Now, I was left with a mind riddled with questions and no answers! I paced the hallway outside Dr Marianne Holt's office, eyeing the door, thinking about how mad Zella would be if I planted a listening device in Marianne's office and if it was worth it. Behind that closed door, Zella was talking or trying to talk about whatever had happened in the courthouse. For three days, I had watched her fall apart. She wouldn't leave the house, she barely ate, she jumped at every sound and I had woken up twice last night to find her having panic attacks, gasping for air, clawing at her chest while sobbing.  It was madness. I felt completely fuckin