Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy’s Good Girl : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

 Isaiah  “He’s clean.” “You’re sure?” I asked Nico on the phone. It had been three days since Zella was poisoned.  “Yeah,” Nico replied. “He’s not behind the poison. We found someone else.”  He sent me a picture of the waiter talking to another man privately. His face was hidden from the camera but there was a raven tattoo on his neck, peeking from the edge of his suit. The same tattoo that was one of the tattoos on my arm.  I gave a mirthless laugh, throwing my head back. Of course! Of course it was one of those bastards. This narrowed the list of suspects down completely.  I called Nico back. “It's the old crew,” “You're saying that I should know who it is?” He muttered. “There was a

 Zella  “You did well, my little firefly,” Isaiah murmured as the car pulled up before the second building I had designed for him. “It’s perfect.” There was a crowd at the entrance of the hall. It was supposed to be an events hall and today was the launch.  “You keep saying that,” I mumbled and he squeezed my hand.  “Because it's true,”  I saw massive gold letters at the top of the building. ZELLA HALL.  For a full second, my brain almost couldn’t compute what I was looking at. “Wait a minute, is that my name?”  I glanced at him and he stared at me steadily. “You built it. You should have your name on it.” All I could manage was a nervous laugh of disbelief. “You can’t just name a

 Zella I woke up with a knot in my chest and a sinking feeling in my stomach. My entire body knew what day it was. My birthday. My stomach churned in disgust. The kind of turn that made bile lick the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and wished, for the hundredth time, that this day didn’t exist. “Good morning, Princess,” I blinked rapidly to see a very sexy Isaiah standing by the bed covered in nothing but a flimsy apron. He had a tray of food, pancakes, blue berries, muffins but all I could see was how the tiny apron did nothing but cover his junk, the rest of his massive, sculpted body was on display. I licked my lips, imagining him fucking me with the apron on. “Happy birthday, Zella,” He said leaning down to kiss my forehead and the imagination died a quick death.  I swallowed, forcing the corners of my l

Zella No one is coming to save you. Shut up! I didn't listen. I screamed and fought against the arms around me, biting and kicking as he tried to shove me into the ground. “Zella!” The nightmare suddenly faded, and I opened my eyes. I gasped, taking deep gulps of air while looking at Isaiah's face hovering above mine. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming until his hands cupped my cheeks, and his thumb brushed my lips.“Princess, hey,” “Hey,” I whimpered, and he crushed me against his chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He didn't say anything else,he just held me in his arms. Everything from the day before came crashing in. Something inside me cracked open and spilled out all at once. I was suddenly tired, tired of holding back, tired of keeping it all bottled up. A sob slipped from my lips. “I’m sorry,”Isaiah pulled back to look down at my face. “There's nothing to be sorry about, baby,”“I’m sorry!” I sobbed harder, shaking my head. “I didn’t mean to, I r

 Isaiah Zella’s eyes were practically burning holes in my skin while I worked in my study. It had been a week since the incident at the power plant and it was a fucking mess. I took every precaution possible to make sure accidents like this never happened, but this was most definitely not an accident.  “Zella, if you have anything to say, go on ahead baby,” I said, eventually looking up at her.  She scooted to the edge of the couch she sat on and asked. “You’re seriously not going to say anything?” “About what?” I already knew what she was talking about.  “About what happened, Isaiah. A woman and her child died. The media’s tearing you apart. People are spreading lies about you using underhanded techniques to run your plant and the whole community of southern California is suing you for the de