Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy’s Good Girl : Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

 Third Person POV Delilah was close to losing her mind.  She held a spoonful of soup toward Oliver's lips, her patience wearing thin when he turned his head away. "Stop being difficult," she snapped. "You need to eat." "I need to not be tied to a fucking chair," Oliver shot back, straining against the ropes binding his wrists to the armrests. "You can't keep me here forever, Mom. People will notice I'm missing. Dad will notice!” "No one's looking for you." She forced the spoon between his lips, ignoring his glare. "As far as anyone knows, you're traveling abroad and Isaiah already knows you're not his son. He's not looking for you.”  They were in a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city.  Oliver had tried to escape twice in the past week. The first time, he had nearly made it to the major ro

 Isaiah I was in my study when Nico burst through the door without knocking. That alone told me something was terribly wrong. "What?" I demanded, already standing. "The jet." His face was pale. "Isaiah, we lost all communication with the jet.” It felt like someone snatched the ground from under my feet. “What do you mean, lost communication?" "The pilots are not responding to any attempts at contact." Nico was already pulling up tracking data on his tablet. "The last confirmed position was forty miles northeast of the city, then…nothing." "Are you telling me," I said, my voice rapidly rising in anger. "That someone hijacked my jet with my wife on it." "We don't know that for certain-” "NICO!" I slammed my hand on the desk, papers scattering. "Don't tell me we

 Zella “Well that was touching,” Dad scoffed, patting Oliver's back. “There's no need to look so full Oliver, you're no longer tied to the chair, at least. That's progress, right? Soon, Zella will learn to be obedient just like you.”  “If I don't kill her first,” Delilah muttered, throwing me dirty glares.  I tried so hard not to give up hope. Oliver really looked like he was broken. Unlike before, when he simply followed my Dad and his mom blindly because he trusted them, he looked terrified of them both. Just what had he been through?  And what would they do to me? "You know what the beautiful part of all this is?" My father said, circling my chair like a predator. "While you're sitting here, powerless and pathetic, Dax is on his way to kill your husband." My heart stopped. "What?" 

 Isaiah I dragged Dax by his hair down the corridor, his screams echoing off the walls as his broken foot scraped against the floor. “I don't know… I swear I don't know where she is!”  “Too bad. I don't believe you,” I said blankly.  The basement of the estate had rooms most people didn't know about. It was soundproofed and isolated.  Perfect.  "Isaiah," Nico appeared at the top of the stairs, taking in the scene. "I heard the screams. What are you-" "It's our good friend, Dax. He came back for more. Get me the medical kit from storage room three," I said without looking at him. "And the toolbox from the workshop.” "Isaiah, maybe we should…" I turned my head, and whatever he saw on my face made him stop mid-sentence.

 Zella When I woke up, everything hurt like hell. It felt like I had broken every bone in my body. I was on the floor, curled on my side. My hands were no longer bound, but I was too weak to do anything with that freedom. I forced my eyes open. We were in another warehouse. God, what was it with him and warehouses? How did he know all these places?  My hands moved instinctively to my stomach, pressing gently, searching for some sign that the baby was still okay. That all of this, the fall from the car, the beating from my father, hadn't destroyed the tiny life inside me. Please. Please be okay. I lay there for what felt like hours, just breathing, just holding my stomach, just hoping. Maybe Isaiah would find me again.  Tears streamed down my face. He had been so close. He had come for me, and I had been asleep like a fool.