All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

 Third POV The scandal caused by the court case was known far and wide. Everyone wanted to know how it would end when Isaiah King's father in law and supposedly dead ex wife teamed up to take him down. Half the citizens in America thought Thomas was an underdog fighting against the bullying powers of the country's wealthiest billionaire. To them, there was no way Isaiah had all that money without doing rather sticky and evil things. Besides that explosion of his manufacturing building wasn't still explained and everyone had all sorts of conspiracy theories about it.  The other half saw Isaiah King as a righteous man and those two suing him were just grubby gold diggers wanting a taste of his money.  The grubby gold diggers were currently in the study in Thomas's house, trying to mend their seriously failing plan.  Delilah paced back and forth, her heels clicking against th

 Zella "Come on, little rose!" Dax's voice echoed behind me, sounding amused while I raced down the street screaming for help at the top of my lungs. "You know you can't outrun me. You never could." I had never been able to outrun him when I was twelve or fourteen. But I wasn't that little girl anymore. I kicked off my heels in the middle of my run, panting heavily, tears streaking down my face. There was an alley ahead on my right, it was dark and narrow, but it led to a main street. If I could just reach it, there would be people and they could help me! "That's it, run!" Dax laughed behind me. "I always liked it when you ran. It made the catch so much sweeter." I raced into the alley, my hand fumbling for my phone in my pocket. My fingers were shaking so badly I nearly dropped it. I needed to call Isaiah. 

 Zella The nightmares were getting worse. Every night, I had the same dream. Dax's hands would be on me, his breath on my neck, while he called me "little rose”. I would wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, my heart racing so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest.  But then Isaiah would be there, pulling me into his arms, murmuring reassurances until the panic subsided. It had been that way for a week.  "He's locked up, Princess," he would say against my hair. "He can't hurt you anymore. I made sure of it." I spent my days mostly in the bedroom, but I knew something else was wrong. There were times when he would be on call, and I would hear him bark things like "the Singapore property" or "the London situation”.  Whenever I asked, he would say everything was fine. Even now, at the breakfast table on the terrace

 Zella I had been staring at the gardens for an hour. From my position in the sitting room, I had a perfect view of the pretty garden through the window. It was beautiful, peaceful, and apparently, completely off-limits. "Mrs. King?" One of the new guards, I didn't even know his name, appeared in the doorway. "Can I get you anything?" "No, thank you." I forced a smile. "I'm fine." He nodded and disappeared, but I knew he wasn't far. None of them were. There were guards stationed at every entrance, patrolling the grounds, monitoring the cameras. The estate had become a fortress, and I was the prisoner inside it. I understood why. Dax was out there somewhere, dead or alive. We still didn't know. Isaiah was cautious. But it had been eight days of this lockdown, and I was starting to feel like the walls were closing in on me and suffocating me. Pathe

 Zella Lena arrived at the estate that morning, her tablet tucked under her arm, and she had the most woeful expression on her face. You would think the world was about to fall apart.  I usually tried to work in the living room over the past few days but it was hard to focus on fabric swatches and client proposals when I couldn't actually visit the job sites or meet with anyone in person. Everything had to be done remotely now, through my assistant and video calls. It was suffocating, like everything else.  "Hi, Mrs. King," Lena mumbled, settling into the chair across from me. "How are you holding up?”  Lena and most people did not know why I was currently being locked in my home, and all just assumed I was sick or something. I played along with it.  “Fine. Now you said there's a problem?”