All Chapters of Falling For My Father’s Son: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Annabel’s POV I woke up the next morning, feeling a severe headache from the excessive crying last night. I sluggishly lifted my body from the bed—mentally tired and exhausted. The thought of Jame's naked body on Stephanie’s crawled into my head. A few stray tears escaped my eyes but I furiously wiped them off. For a moment I wished it was all a dream. I wished that James would come in here professing and reassuring me of his love. I wish Stephanie would tap me, as usual demanding I see a doctor, just like every other time I tell her about my nightmares. I still can’t wrap my head around why Stephanie will want to go for James. She has once told me about her billionaire boyfriend. She also told me that he would be proposing to her once after graduating. So why James? Why my man of all people? I was about to break down again when I stabilized myself. “No, Annie, they don’t deserve your tears anymore…just move on”. I encouraged myself. As a part-time delivery girl,

Daniel’s POV Just as I had ordered Lady Jane, my house staff. The meals, the drinks, the decor, everything was perfectly placed in order. “Leo… I just sent you an address. Go and pick up the lady and bring her here. She will be waiting,” I commanded Leo through my phone. I dropped my phone, and the reflection of how I met Annabel crept into my mind. How she bumped into me that night. Her swollen face from the tears she was holding back, her shattered voice, and how she kissed me back just to make Stephanie jealous. Her excellent presentation, her fierce look, and the urge to always challenge me. I have lived all my life not wanting anything to do with any woman. Not after how my father abused and neglected my mother. The pain of seeing my mother struggle to give me a better life only made me believe that the best solution is to stay away from marriage. I declined attending her wedding because I knew it was not going to end well. Marriage is pointless. Because what is the need to

Annabel’s POV “Ma’am… Madam…” the cabman's voice came from the front, hesitated. I flinched from hearing his voice. “What?” He gazed at me from the rearview mirror. “We have arrived at your destination”. My eyes darted around, I was deep in thought that I never knew when we arrived at Daniel’s penthouse. “Can you give me a moment?” I asked, my voice low, almost pleading. With just a simple nod, he turned off the engine, leaving us with nothing but the chirping of birds. I needed to gather up my confidence. What if I tell him the truth and he doesn't want to have anything to do with me again? What will he do when he finds out that he had a one-night fling with his sister? Will he deny me the opportunity of getting my app funded? the only way to get answers to my questions is to enter there and confront him. Damn, I can't even bring myself to tell him the truth. I still need to get my revenge. The only way to get back at James is by dating someone who is wa

Annabel’s POV “Please, just tell me how you got the job," I pleaded with Lucian, the same Lucian I’d been talking with for hours. Yet, even now, he kept the truth sealed, refusing to say how he was chosen, despite the fact that the company had made it clear there was only room for one winner. No doubt that Lucian’s presentation was very interesting that day. But I can't wrap my head on why they finally chose two candidates. Lucian stared at me a little too long, his grin stretching wider before he finally spoke. “Okay… I’ll tell you, but only if you grant me one wish.” His eyes locked onto mine, unblinking. I gave him a puzzled look. “Okay…?” His eyes darted around before meeting mine again. “The truth is that I was not supposed to be at the auditorium that day. I mean whether my speech was good or not I was going to be accepted”. He stretched his neck. “Annabal, my dad is one of the major investors in this company. So I got in with his influence, and seriously I'm glad I

Annabel's POV “I’ll grab us wine,” Lucian offered, slipping away and leaving me by myself. Only then did my gaze sweep across the room, taking it all in for the first time. The banquet hall of the Golden Monarch shimmered beneath the luxurious chandeliers, the soft glow mingling with the sultry hum of low jazz. Nothing was basic here. Everything was perfectly arranged. Everyone was almost in pairs—chatting and definitely enjoying the evening. I moved to a reserved table and picked up the golden card placed on it. The dotted line at the bottom of the card held Daniel’s signature. Annual Celebration Dinner — Investors/Senior Staff Invited. A gasp escaped my lips. Why did Daniel invite me? I didn’t deserve to be here. I had barely started working in his company, and now he was giving me special treatment. Did that mean he felt something for me? I noticed other colleagues staring at me, whispering. Probably talking about how I got to attend, not minding that I’m a n