All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 221 - Chapter 228

 Isaiah The rain came down in sheets, cold and relentless, beating down on me.  I stood at the edge of the cliff, letting the rain soak through my clothes, plaster my hair to my skull, and run down my face. I didn't bother wiping it away.  I wanted Gabriel to see me exactly like this.Like death itself, waiting in the storm. Behind me, two of my most trusted security guards held Gloria Martinez between them. She was soaked, too, her prison jumpsuit clinging to her body.  But unlike me, she wasn't silent. "You fucking bastard!" she screamed, her voice barely audible over the storm. "You think this will work? You think my brother will just hand himself over for me?" I ignored her. She would get tired soon. My eyes were on the path leading up to this cliff, watching for the headlights of a car.

 Zella The morning of my wedding day began perfectly. I woke to find Isaiah's side of the bed empty.  We had decided to spend the night before apart, for a moment, I just lay there, one hand on my growing belly, feeling our daughter move. Today. We were getting married today. "Good morning, Mrs. King-to-be!" Sasha burst through the door carrying a tray with breakfast.. Sophia followed close behind with a garment bag that I knew contained my wedding dress. "How are you feeling?" Sophia asked, setting the dress on the chair. "Nervous," I admitted. "Happy. Terrified. Excited. All of it at once." "That's exactly how you're supposed to feel. The article I read yesterday says,” Sasha set the tray on my lap and sat on the edge of the bed. "Eat. You need your strength. We have four hours to turn you in

 Zella I had fallen asleep during the flight, exhausted from the wedding. When I woke up, we were landing somewhere on a snowy mountain.  "Where are we?" I asked groggily. "The Swiss Alps. I have a cabin here." Isaiah helped me with my seatbelt. "It's completely secluded. No neighbors for miles. Just us so you can moan as loudly as you want when I fuck you." I blushed, following him off the plane. The cabin was beautiful and cozy. It was warm and luxurious, with a massive stone fireplace, plush furniture, and a bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the valley. "Isaiah, this is incredible," I breathed, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. "I wanted somewhere we could be completely alone." He came up behind me, his hands settling on my hips and his lips brushing my neck. "No interruptions. No threats. Just you a

 IsaiahThree months later “And now, the president of the Zella Foundation. A woman who shares the pain of millions of women around the world and has created this foundation to be a special place for them. I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, Mrs Zella King!”  The hall was teeming with people. I stood backstage with our three-month-old daughter, Dawn cradled against my chest in her carrier, and watched my wife take the stage. Zella looked radiant. She had on a chocolate brown dress that reminded me of her eyes. I had picked it out for her to wear, specifically because of that. Her hair was pulled back, and when she stepped up to the microphone, there wasn't a trace of the frightened girl I had married a little over a year ago.  "Good evening," She began, her voice ringing clearly across the hall. "My name is Zella King, and I'm a survivor of sexual abuse."