บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Father’s Son: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Annabel’s POV My body froze. I should be running, right? This is not right, there is no way I’m supposed to be talking about marriage with someone who is supposed to be my brother. I should have yelled at him or talked him out of this madness. Or better still, I should have just ignored him and stormed away from this building, running far away. But in all this, I was no longer scared. The naive Annabel had been replaced with something fiercer. If someone had told me that within this past month a man would be on his knees asking me to be his forever, I wouldn’t have believed it. Because the day I left James, I thought my journey of love had ended. I believed I would never find love again. But here I am, being looked at in a way that makes me feel seen, cherished, and worth loving all over again. “Yes…” I stretched out my fingers, inviting him to put on the ring. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I used my thumb to dab them away. Daniel joyfully stood to his feet and closed the d

Daniel’s POV Finally, I withdrew from Annabel, breathless, watching her still struggling to catch up with her own breath. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her dress hung loosely on her hips. But above all, I couldn’t control the way watching her naked made me feel. Even now, after taking her, I still craved another taste. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her body. Beautiful, glowing, perfect. Even with her messy hair and smeared makeup, she looked like a damsel. And I couldn’t get over how she took all of me, regardless of how big my length was. Fuck. How on earth did I get this lucky to be with a woman like Annabel? I leaned into her again, making sure my weight wasn’t on her. “Are you okay?” I asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She scoffed faintly and rose up until we were sitting. “What do you think?” Her smile reached her eyes. “I don’t know, you tell me.” My hand slid across her back, drawing her against my chest as I stroke

Annabel’s POV I know Stephanie too well. That was not just an empty threat. She meant every single word, and if I don’t act fast, it might not end well. The whole night felt unusually hot, with thousands of ideas running through my head and Daniel trying everything possible to cheer me up, even without knowing my reason for being cold. The next day, the weekend was over, and it was time to go back to New York. We were supposed to be returning as lovers, planning how to make our big day colorful. But no. I don’t know about Daniel, but for me, I had another plan. Once we got to New York and I pleaded with Daniel to let me go straight to my apartment, my mission to break up with him started. Very crazy, right? Yesterday, I was confessing my love to him, and today I’m about to do the craziest thing to make him mad. I pulled out my phone and dialed Lucian. As always, he answered on the very first ring. “Annabel, are you good?” His voice came out low but with concern. “Uhm…yes,

Annabel’s POV I watched Daniel vanish without looking back. I could still feel his fury. Everything about the man who just walked away from here was different. Not just from seeing me entangled in Lucian’s hold, but from the pain of the betrayal. His voice still lingers in my head. His deep voice, accompanied with a hot temper I had never seen in him before. The rage in his eyes when he said, “You made me tell you everything about my fear of being with a woman, only for you to break the trust I had in you?” God. I have felt heartbreak before, but this one felt different. If only he could understand. I just need more time to figure this out. I need the best way to open up to him. I can’t risk him knowing my real identity until I’m sure how he will handle finding out that we are now siblings. You can call me selfish or not, but I would rather lose the relationship I have with my father than the one I have with Daniel at this point, even though it will hurt me deeply. I curled

Daniel’s POV Stephanie’s arm wrapped around my waist, guiding me into the house like a toddler still learning how to take his first step. Once we had entered my room, she released me, letting me fall onto the soft bed. My eyes were still wide open, even with the alcohol, I could still think clearly. She flung her purse, letting it land on the couch. “Daniel…” she whispered, dragging the tips of her acrylic nails along my jawline. By now, I should be feeling something. I mean, all the way from the club she had been touchy, but my body still remained still. Nothing stirred in me. Just emotionless. Dead inside, while I fixed my gaze on her, watching her perform like I was in a cinema room. “Do you want me to touch you like this…?” She drew a lazy circle on my chest, leaning closer as she made sure we were skin-to-skin. I felt uncomfortable from her touch and jerked upright, sitting. Her face etched with confusion. “Daniel, what is it?” She made another attempt, dragging her ha