All Chapters of FALLING FOR HIS DADDY: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CONT. THIRD PERSON’S POVIt was General Rowell, head of the local police force. He wore his signature arrogant and commanding look, feeling like he owned the whole world.He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Dr. Aldrich,” he said coolly. “Good morning.”Aldrich didn’t bother with a smile or the fake greetings. His voice was sharp. “Don’t trespass on my property again. This is a private residence.”The general raised an eyebrow. “I am the law. I have the authority to be anyone’s guest without ringing an alarm. You should be honored to host such a respected man, Doc.”Dr. Aldrich’s gaze did not avert from the general’s face. “Well, I am not honored. And you are not the law, general; you are just a law enforcer. No one is the law, and no one is above the law. I could sue you for trespass together with your minions.”The general looked offended, but he managed a weak smile that lasted for half a second. “That is quite a strong reaction, Doctor. So defensive. You make it sound like yo

Dr. Aldrich’s voice broke then, softer, sadder. “You have no idea how it hurts to see someone that was expected to make you proud, the only child I had, turn out to be not only a letdown but also a criminal who rejoices in hurting others.”“And if you get proof—real, solid proof—then…what? Hand him over to the authorities? You would put your own son behind bars? Do you have the heart to do that?Dr. Aldrich turned back toward Byron and walked up to him, standing inches away. “Listen to me, Byron,” he said, voice shaking with a father’s grief and a doctor’s fury. “I am not a perfect man. I have made many mistakes in my life. But I will not make the mistake of protecting a monster just because he shares my blood. If he is proven guilty of any crimes, he will face the law just like any other person would.”Byron stared at him, still stunned. He paced back and forth, his mouth opening and closing every now and then. “But… have you thought of the problems he will face behind bars? That pla

VINCENT’S POVI sat at the small table by the window in the coffee shop, watching the door. My hands were cold, even though the coffee in front of me was still hot. The hospital was just across the street. The same hospital where my mysteries began. Well, they began long ago when I chose to tangle myself with that wicked slut. She is a mistake that should never have happened to me. She is a cursed soul. A bad omen. A slut. A heartless gold digger.I curse the day I met her. I hate myself for allowing her into my precious life. If only I did not pity him for loving me so much, I wouldn’t be here. I thought that was her plan to trap me. To get easy access to wealth. To a good life. To a family, a really good family. Something she had never sniffed in all her filthy life. That lying snake didn’t lie to me about her life.I can’t believe my life is all a mess now because of that little, filthy snake that I should have avoided so easily. But I fell for her deceit, and now, she has turned m

TWO WEEKS LATERIt had been two weeks of silence. This was like that period of 400,000 years when God was silent to his people. Nothing had happened in this time—absolutely nothing. All the gossip, all the hatred, all the accusations…they all had stopped. Abruptly, as if a strong power had commanded everything to stay still.Vincent, and his rotten bitch? Vanished into thin air. I didn’t know what was keeping them so busy at the hospital that they had become saints and stopped causing trouble. I appreciated the silence and the tranquility, but I was no fool to believe that the storm had passed just like that.All the same, I took these two weeks to take care of my injuries and, more so, my baby and my sanity. I never told anyone, but I read all the articles there were about overcoming small traumas and how to prevent yourself from relapsing again. Aldrich and Nurse Dorian were there by my side. As doctors, they understood me without even asking me, and they offered support and help ev

MATURE SCENES AHEADHe carried me in his arms and walked inside. I thought he would stop at my bedroom, but he walked past and out of the door and took a hallway. I felt the eyes of a few servants watching, but I didn’t care. What was burning inside of me was too big to give way for unnecessary things.Finally, he kicked a door with his foot, and the door swung open. I recognized it. He had taken me here a few times. It was his giant, serene bedroom. I didn’t even ask why he always preferred his room over mine. Somehow, I loved it that way. His room smelled like him—clean, masculine, and addictive. I liked that he wanted to live with our memories close to him, to stain his bed with our sweat, moans, scents, and our cum too.The way he laid me down so gently on the bed made my heart flutter. His flawless masculine body descended down on me slowly over mine, his chest pressing against me. His warmth was addictive. His eyes scanned my face with such focus, like I was the most precious th