All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 Zella  “What? No!” I said, trying to quickly think up an excuse. “I was… rearranging and-" She scoffed. “You think I’m stupid, Miss?”  Miss? What happened to her calling me Mrs King?  She gave me a dirty look, and it just rubbed me off in the wrong way.  "I shouldn't have to explain why I am in my husband's study, Nina. You’re crossing a line.” I said defiantly, folding my arms.  She stepped closer, that look still on her face. “You crossed it first,” For a long moment, we just stared at each other. What on earth was going on with the maid? What was her deal? Nina was perfect and safe when she moved in, and now, I wasn't even sure what to make of the way she was looking at me.  "Nina? What's going on-"

 Zella “Name and access card,” the bouncer bellowed, glaring at me. His eyes roamed down my outfit, and he scoffed. “Rich folks and always trying to hide,”  I blushed but held my chin up, flashing the access card that had the name Miss Hawthorne on it. I had no idea how Dad got the access card and why he wasn’t doing this himself. The bouncer took the card, glanced at it, and then stepped aside to reveal the door.  “Wear your access card on your neck always. Happy bidding,”  The wig I had on was itchy, and the dark glasses I had on only made everything look much more dark and menacing. I had a red coat on. It had a rather large hood that covered most of my face. The whole point was to look unapproachable to everyone, but most especially, Isaiah.  I had lied to him that I had a client meeting and, after tha

 Isaiah “When a woman says no,” I roared, picking Newman off the floor so I could drive a punch into his shitty face. “She fucking means NO!” Newman choked, tried to grab my shirt, but I was bigger, stronger and pissed as hell. I drove my knee into his stomach, then a punch up his jaw and watched him slump to the ground.  "You hear me, you piece of shit?!” I bellowed, dropping on my knees, and slammed my fist repeatedly. My hands got covered in blood and the sound of his nose cracking was fucking satisfying, but it wasn’t enough. He groaned, waving his hands blindly, and for a second I wanted to break every fucking bone in his body. A soft whimper broke through the haze of my anger. I looked up to see Miss Hawthorne breathing hard, trying to adjust herself. Her shoulders were hunched as if she wanted to disappear into herself.

 Zella “Smile for the camera!”  It had been eight days since the whole Detroit thing had happened. Dad had come over because I wasn't picking up his calls and hadn't told him if I successfully acquired the land or not. I told him I did and managed to send him the pre-contract a few days later through a dispatch. I didn't want Isaiah suddenly stumbling on the document. The lady, Gloria, mailed the document to Dad, and I was thankfully no longer caught up in whatever this whole scheme was.  I will find you, Chica.  I shrugged off the threatening words from Gloria and focused on getting another picture with Diana. I had finished the designs for her building, and tonight was the launch party. There were to be at least five hundred people, including the press and reporters, ready for a tour of Diana Sterling's new workshop.  “Zella, i

 Zella  “You have some nerve showing up before me,” I spat, shooting up from my chair so fast it scraped against the floor.. “What the hell are you doing here?” The pompous bastard strutted towards the chair before my desk and plopped himself in it. “Oh, relax, darling. I’m just here to discuss our contract. I saw your pretty little email of termination, and I just wanted to make sure we were on the same term.” My hands curled into fists, my nails digging hard into my palm. “Whatever business you had with me is over! You're crazy if you still think I would work with you after what you did,”  “But your crazy husband beat the shit out of me. Isn't that enough for you?” The nonchalant way he spoke only made me hate him more. I never would have thought that Rafael would try to freaking rape me. “Leave! I want y