All Chapters of Daddy's Little Secret : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jamal’s POVThe blast hit like a shockwave made of lightning and grief.Concrete split under my feet. The air slammed into my chest hard enough to steal breath. Layla screamed more in frustration than fear while I threw an arm over my face, bracing for the rest of the room to collapse.Then everything went still.Too still.“Melissa!” I choked out, the dust settling around me like gray snow.No answer.The glowing fissure she’d fallen into sealed itself like a stitched wound. Only a scorch mark remained.“Melissa!” I yelled again.Nothing.Layla coughed beside me. “Well,” she said, wiping blood from her lip, “that could’ve gone better.”I spun toward her. “Where is she?”Layla lifted both hands. “Gone. Obviously.”“That’s not an answer.”“Then ask a question I can actually answer,” she snapped.I grabbed the front of her lab coat. “Where did she go?”Layla stared at me, breath trembling, but her voice stayed calm. “Let go, Jamal.”“Not until you”“Let. Go.”Her eyes flickered red for

Jamal’s POVThe hallway felt too quiet.Not the quiet of peace. The quiet of a place holding its breath. After the collapse, Layla and I pushed through the debris-filled corridor, each of us covered in dust and scratches. Every step echoed more than it should, too sharp, like the building itself was warning us to turn back.“We should have reached the east wing by now,” Layla said. Her voice was low, almost thoughtful.I shook my head. “No. The collapse shifted the layout. Some doors might be blocked.”She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was.Melissa.Where was she now?Was she conscious?Did she remember me?The uncertainty clawed at my ribs until it hurt.Layla touched the side of her head, wincing. “Your energy blast… I still feel it ringing.”“Sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t know it would—”“It’s fine. You did what you had to do.”She said it casually, but the undertone wasn’t casual at all. Layla still didn’t fully trust me. An

Jamal’s POVThe sound of boots hitting the metal walkway echoed like a countdown. I didn’t know how many soldiers were coming, but it was enough to make the railings vibrate. My pulse refused to settle. Melissa’s scream still burned through my skull, even though it had stopped echoing minutes ago. I couldn’t get it out. Couldn’t breathe past it.Layla kept pace beside me, her expression tight, her jaw set like she was trying not to break her own teeth. She wasn’t talking. That alone terrified me more than the armed men behind us.“We need to move faster,” I said.“No,” she muttered. “We need to move smarter.”“That includes not being shot in the back,” I snapped.Layla stopped abruptly. “You think I don’t know that? Jamal, use your head. They want Melissa more than they want you. So if they catch us without her, they’re going to be pissed enough to start shooting before they ask questions.”I raked a hand through my hair angrily. “So what? What’s your genius plan? You know where she i

Jamal’s POVI sat on the cold metal bench, hands pressed together so tightly my knuckles hurt. The room smelled like ozone and antiseptic, and every hum in the walls made my nerves jump. I didn’t know what was coming next. All I knew was that Melissa was trapped somewhere in this twisted maze of labs and illusions… and Layla had just told me she wasn’t alone.She said something else was in her head.Something new.The door hissed open behind me. I didn’t turn. I already knew who it was from the soft, calculated footsteps and the faint jingle of her keycard lanyard.Layla.She walked in slowly, like she was approaching a wounded animal.“Jamal,” she said softly, almost too softly. “You haven’t moved in hours.”I didn’t answer.She stepped closer. “You know sitting here won’t bring her back.”“Then bring me to her,” I said. “Now.”She sighed, folding her arms. “You’re not ready.”I turned my head sharply. “Not ready? Melissa needs me.”“She needs stability,” Layla said. “And right now y

Jamal’s POVThe moment I kicked through the warehouse gate, the stench hit me first—oil, rust, and something faintly metallic that made my jaw clench. My lungs were tight, my heartbeat pounding with a violent rhythm that felt too loud in my ears, but adrenaline kept me sharp. I barely felt the bruises from the earlier fight. I barely felt anything except the single fear tearing through me.Melissa.Every second she was with them was another second stolen from me. Another second they could use to break her, punish her, punish me. And that man—the one behind the abduction—he wanted exactly that. He wanted me desperate. He wanted me frantic.I was both.But I was also ready to kill if I had to.My grip tightened around the crowbar in my left hand and my flashlight in the other. The warehouse wasn’t empty like the satellite feed had shown. There were signs of movement—shadows dragged across the walls, dust unsettled on the floor, boot prints pressed into the grime.I moved slowly at first