Daddy’s Good Girl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

 Zella Isaiah was already on his phone before we even got through the door, on call with Marcus about the judge's accident and other plans to make sure my father and Delilah would not tamper with the case.  I stood in the living room, hugging myself, trying to gather the courage to tell him about Oliver not being his son. I could hardly believe it but he needed to know what I heard. Every time I opened my mouth to tell him, though, the words stuck in my throat. Isaiah ended his call and turned to me. "Marcus is handling it. We should know more by tomorrow what the next step is.”  "Okay," I said quietly. He crossed to me, his hands gentle on my shoulders. "Are you alright? I know today was a lot, Princess-" "I need to tell you something," I blurted out before I could lose my nerve. His grey eyes sharpened, focu

 Isaiah "Well, don't just stand there," Delilah said, brushing past Oliver into the apartment. "Invite your mother in properly." “Mom, I…” He glanced awkwardly at me then at her. “You should have called," "And ruin the surprise?" She pursed her lips. "I wanted to see my boy. Is that so wrong?" "No, of course not." Oliver closed the door. "I'm just…this is great. It's really great." I remained standing by the table, every muscle in my body tense. Delilah's eyes swept over the apartment, taking in the half-eaten steaks and the beer cans.  "How cozy," she said dryly.  "We were just having dinner," Oliver said quickly. "But there's plenty. You should join us!" "Oh, I couldn't possibly impose-" "You're not imposing," Oliver insisted, already pulling out a chair for her. "Right, D

 Zella The cemetery was quieter than I expected.I had imagined it would be bustling with people, with mourners and visitors paying their respects. Instead, it was almost empty, just rows upon rows of headstones stretching out under the sky. It was haunting.  "It's this way," Sasha said softly, leading me down a narrow path between the graves. “I badgered Police Chief Morrison a lot before he told me”  My heart was pounding. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to face this. It felt like Anthony's death was in my hands. My actions, my choices, had led to him dying.  "Zee, you okay?" Sasha glanced back at me. "I'm fine," I lied, hugging myself because I felt cold suddenly.  It's your fault. It's all your fault. He just wanted to see his brother.  We walked for what felt like forev

Author's POV The prison was supposed to be a fortress. Its walls were designed to keep the most dangerous criminals contained. There was high security, twenty-four-hour surveillance, and armed guards at every checkpoint. None of it mattered to the man in the suit.He walked through the corridors casually, his expensive shoes clicking against the polished floor. Tattoos crawled up his neck and face; and silver piercings glinted in his ears. The guards watched him pass with wary eyes but said nothing. Behind him, a warden nervously pushed a stretcher that had a body in it, covered with a white sheet. They stopped before a cell in the maximum security wing. "You have five minutes," the warden stuttered, wringing his hands. "That's all I can give you. If anyone finds out I let you in here, I'm done for!” The man turned slowly and leaned in close, inv

 Isaiah “People really need to come up with better names for these balls,” Zella mumbled beside me as I led her into the Grand Auto Metropolis Ball.  Yeah, she was right, it was a very crappy name.  "Mr. King, it is so wonderful to see you." An investor from Singapore extended his hand. "Despite all the... unpleasantness in the news." "It's all just free publicity, Mr Zhang," I said, shaking his hand firmly. "King Industries is up twelve percent this quarter. The only thing that matters is results." He laughed. "Indeed. I'd like to discuss the expansion into Asian markets-" "Tomorrow, ten AM. My office." I handed him my card. "We'll talk specifics. I would like to enjoy the party with my wife.”  Zhang glanced at Zella and nodded. “Ah yes. I understand.”  &