บททั้งหมดของ Daddy’s Good Girl : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

 Zella  “Relax, Princess,” Isaiah said calmly. “Tell me what happened,” I burst into a rant of what happened, and by the end of it, I was close to tears. I hadn't meant to cry. I wanted to sound tough as nails, but it hurt so badly knowing all my months of work were destroyed overnight.  Isaish muttered a curse, then said. “I'll handle it, okay? I'm in a meeting, do you want me to come get you?”  “No,” I mumbled, feeling bad that I had just called him out of the blue. He must have left the meeting to pick up the call. The man spoiled me so much that I sometimes forgot he had a billion dollar empire to run. “I'll wait for you in my office. I have another meeting later this afternoon.” “Okay baby, just relax, okay? I'll handle it,”  “Okay,” I mum

 Zella For about four days I heard nothing from Uncle Dax. I didn't see him lurking around me either or feel him watching me. I got a bit better enough to visit one of my new projects. This was supposed to be my comeback project. It belonged to a smaller client, yes, but she had believed in me despite the disasters. Mrs. Patterson was a sweet widow in her sixties who wanted to convert this old warehouse into a loft apartment. She had been willing to give me a chance to prove I could still deliver my promise.  I needed this. I needed something to focus on besides the nightmares that plagued me every night, besides the secret about Oliver's paternity that sat like a stone in my chest and the constant fear that Uncle Dax was watching me from every corner. . "The kitchen should go here, right?" Sasha called from across the building holding up the blueprints. "With the island facing the

 Zella I looked up through my tears to see Sasha gaping at us, her jaw dropping.  “Uncle Dax?” She gasped then ran her eyes down my body. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER!" She launched herself down the remaining stairs like a fury, her face twisted with anger. She crashed into Uncle Dax with enough force to make him stagger, his grip on me loosening. "You sick bastard!" she screamed, clawing at his face. "Let her go!" Uncle Dax's hand left my mouth as he tried to defend himself from Sasha's attack. "You little bitch!" His fist connected with Sasha's face with a sickening crack. She went down hard, crying out in pain. Something inside me snapped. Years of fear, of shame, of being frozen and helpless, it all shattered in an instant when I saw my baby sister on the ground,

 Isaiah "Jesus Christ! You have to stop breaking into my home, King!" Thomas stood in his bedroom doorway, frozen in shock at finding me sitting in his chair, gun resting casually in my lap. "Hands up," I said quietly. "Nice and slow." Thomas raised his hands, his face going pale when I raised the gun to him. "Isaiah, whatever you think you're doing-" "I didn't know you had a twin brother." I said resting my finger on the trigger. "Funny how that never came up in all our years of friendship. All those family dinners and working together.” "Not many people know about Dax," Thomas said carefully, his eyes darting to the gun. "We're not close. We haven't been for years." "Is that so?" I stood slowly, the gun still pointed at his chest. "Then tell me you didn't know." "Didn't know what?" 

 Zella The courtroom was packed. There were the press, spectators, people who just came to know who would win. I sat in the front row beside Isaiah, my hand clasped tightly in his. He had been different these past few days. He was distant, like part of him was somewhere else, somewhere I couldn't reach. I would catch him looking devastated sometimes and when I asked what was wrong, he'd just pull me close and say he was fine. But he wasn't fine. I could feel it. I was afraid it was my fault. He probably hated how I was. Has Sasha told him anything? "All rise for the Honorable Justice Morrison." We stood as the new judge entered. The trial had been brutal. Marcus had dismantled every lie Dad and Delilah had constructed. Delilah sat at the defendant's table, playing the victim until the end. Da