All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zella Sasha twirled in front of the full-length mirror, holding up a silk blouse to her chest “You think I should get this?”“You already have three of those,” I muttered, going through my phone. Uncle Charlie's grandson had sent the pictures at the birthday to me, and they looked quite good. Most of them were blurry, though. The poor kid was just flailing around with the camera. “Its never too much to have the same blouse,” Sasha said, pursing her lips. It is, if our family is dirt poor. I would never say that to Sasha, though. Dad and I wanted to keep all this under wraps away from her. Dad put his remaining funds into investments, so it was a struggle keeping up with sending her allowance every month because they were my earnings for some freelance interior designs I did for clients. The building I designed for Isaiah would launch soon, and that would also create more awareness, and hopefully, I could get more clients. He had given me a black card on our wedding night, but I w

Zella “Nina, what the hell?” I pressed my hand over the cut, wincing as blood trickled down my forearm. Nina’s face went pale. “Oh God, ma’am, I’m so sorry!” She dropped the knife to the floor and was by my side in an instant. “I swear I didn’t mean to! It just slipped! I thought you wanted to take my job, I panicked, and I'm so sorry,”The fear and sincerity in her voice made my anger melt away. She actually looked terrified. “I don’t want your job, Nina,” I said gently, even though my arm was throbbing like crazy. There wasn't a lot of blood, but it still stung. “I just wanted to help.”“I am so sorry-” “What happened?” Isaiah's voice boomed as he walked into the kitchen.I turned to face him, and his eyes locked on the blood smeared across my skin. He went rigid, and blazing grey eyes got directed to Nina immediately. Shit, he would possibly fire Nina, too.“She didn’t mean to,” I said quickly, pushing Nina behind me. “I don't give a shit what she meant to do!” He hissed, st

ZellaI couldn’t sit still.Isaiah was still out there somewhere, dealing with whoever had tried to kill him. I pushed my face into my palms, replaying the whole scene in my mind. What if he had been stabbed? God, I could have lost him. The day had been a total roller coaster. I curled my knees on the bed, biting at my lip. “How does he live like this?” No wonder he was always on edge, always watching his back. How many times had someone come for him before this? I remembered Oliver mentioning an assassin, and we had pretty much ran from Greece because our suite was broken into. My mind went back to the attacker. The bald head man from Uncle Charlie's birthday party. Why would he attack Isaiah? If my speculations were right, he had attacked my father as well. None of this made sense. I had suspected Isaiah sent the bald head man to my father, but now that the man nearly killed him before my very eyes, I didn't know what else to think anymore. Was someone after them both? I whip

Zella"Quiet girl," Dad hissed. "Do you want everyone listening in on us? And will you smile, dammit," "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I whimpered, forcing a fake smile on my face. “D-Dad, why... Why do you need a recorder in Isaiah's study?" "It's where he does his business at home," He said as if the answer was obvious and what he was asking me was perfectly normal. "No, I mean why do-," I swallowed, looking down at the device. "Walk with me," Dad grabbed my arm and steered me towards the elevator. My heart slammed against my chest. No, oh God, no, not the elevator. The last time I was in that place, the lights went off, and I didn't get myself for some days. "C-Can we talk here?" I said breathlessly, digging my leg into the ground. "I-It'll create less suspicion...r-right, Dad?"He gave me a not so pleased look. "Fine. I'll say this only once, dear, and you need to listen well. I have loan sharks circling me like vultures, Zella. We need money, and if we have to kick King's ass to ge

 Zella “I can’t do it, I’m sorry, Dad.” I closed my eyes and groaned into my palms. I had been practicing telling Dad I couldn't plant the recorder like he asked. “He’s going to be so mad at me.” I looked up to meet the eyes of my driver through the rearview mirror, and he had a blank look on his face-just like all of Isaiah's men. "A little word of encouragement would be nice,"  He only nodded briskly, and I sighed and slumped in my seat. Telling Dad I couldn't plant the recorder in Isaiah's study was going to be soul crushing. He would be so disappointed. But there had to be another way, like making money through actually legitimate means.  The meeting with Diana Sterling today had gone better than I dared to imagine. She had loved my sketches for her workshop, and it was amazing. A couple more deals like that, an