บททั้งหมดของ Daddy’s Good Girl : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

 Something creaked somewhere in the mansion, and I curled tighter on the sofa, terrified down to my bones. During the day, the mansion looked amazing, like a happy go lucky kind of place, at night, all the stories I read about haunted manors came rushing back. A bit childish, but who needs a house this big for two people to live in anyway? It was midnight, and Isaiah wasn't back yet. He did say he would come home late, but I was very worried. For someone who had a killer on him, he went around too freely. I just didn't want him dead before our year-long marriage ended. It was pretty much halfway done. If Isaiah died while I was still married to him, the media would tear me to pieces for killing him.  As if I could ever kill him.  I was wearing one of his shirts. It smelled like him, and that was very comforting. When I finally heard the sound of the front door unlocking, my heart fluttered in my ch

 Zella  “Hey, stranger.” Sasha called, waving me over.  I hadn’t seen Sasha since my birthday. We called, of course. She had been worried, and I felt awful for yelling at her back then. None of it was her fault. I figured we could catch up for a bit, and after promising to take at least six guards along and wearing the emergency bracelet he got for me, Isaiah allowed it.  It was annoying having to get his permission to leave the mansion, but considering I got kidnapped and poisoned, I understood why he was paranoid. It just felt like I was a burden to him as well. I and Sasha were burden Dad had to bear, and now Isaiah had to carry my problems too. It made me ashamed and mad, mostly ashamed.  Therapy was such a great help. Marianne was the best. Every session I had with her the past weeks had helped. They didn't take away the pain, but being able to

 Zella “She had a butterfly tattoo on her wrist.” I was curled up against Isaiah’s chest, his heart beating against my ears. Gosh, he was so warm. I dug my face deeper into his chest, and he gave a small groan, tightening his grip around my waist.  Apparently, the emergency bracelet worked. His men got the distress signal, and they came rushing in before the kidnappers could go very far. It was a bloody scene when I woke, but the woman escaped in another car.  “Why do you think they tried to kidnap me?”  He sighed and shook his head, drawing circles on my back. “The woman who paid Ally had the same tattoo.” “Ally? The nurse?” I asked, blinking in confusion. “What do you mean someone paid Ally?”  “Oh right,” he muttered. “I

 Zella “Christ!” He bellowed, his breathing growing ragged. Grey eyes burned fiercely as he stared down at me. “Fuck Princess, slowly,”  I moaned, wrapping my mouth around the large tip. My mouth stretched to accommodate him, the delicious taste of him coating my tongue. His eyes narrowed into slits when I slid down the shaft a few inches more, taking more of him in my mouth.  “Shit, just like that, baby girl,” He groaned. “Deeper. You can take Daddy deeper, princess. You were made for me. You were made for my hands, for my mouth, for me to possess, to fuck.”  His dirty words had me growing even wetter. My eyes watered as he took him even deeper, bobbing my head as I sucked him off. His grunts and groans as I did had me aching in need for him. I moaned around his cock when his fingers wove into my hair, grabbing handfuls whil

 Zella  The words on the screen blurred before my eyes, the letters swimming in and out of focus like my brain refused to understand them. I read the message over and over.  “Attach the doctored bank statements and make sure they bear Isaiah King’s signature. We’ll proceed as discussed.” Doctored bank statements. Isaiah’s signature. I blinked rapidly. This couldn’t be real. There had to be an explanation, something rational. My father might have written that line but meant something else. It was just a misunderstanding and a typo. There were attachments in response to the message, and they were indeed bank statements with Isaiah's signature.  My throat went dry. I scrolled down slowly through other messages with Isaiah's name. It hit me like a slap.My father, the man