All Chapters of Daddy's Little Angel : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ryan Parker POV The next day, I had an important meeting with the investors and my so-called mother was also present. She kept on trying to make conversation with me, wanting to talk to me like nothing happened. I know she wanted something and this time it was marriage. Not for love. Not for me. For her status. She had done this before, drugging me and trying to make me sleep with a girl but I threw her out. She had her perfect puppet picked out, the girl that could control me throughout my life. Because of her I never believed in love, never wanted it. I have seen my father tear apart, losing his everything, piece by piece until he had nothing left and it was just for one woman. I swore I would never want to make the same mistake. I was sitting in the boardroom, discussing the project we were investing in. It was a good deal– the kind that would lift the Parker industries to a new height. “What do you think, Mr Parker?" the investor asked. “The deal’s good,” I replied

Alina pov I woke up to the noise of a pilot that was about to land. I looked outside the window. I was so excited and happy to visit the city of dreams with the man of my dreams. He was sitting beside me, still working on his laptop. “Awake,” Mr Parker asked, his voice low, almost a growl. Heat rose to my cheek, as I nodded my head. I immediately stood up, trying to adjust my dress with trembling fingers. I shouldn't wear this dress. The temperature was low, bringing goosebumps on my body. “Let’s go,” he said and I followed his lead. We got out of the plane and the driver was already waiting for us. He took our luggage and we slit into the car. The silence was thick– the only sound was his typing on his phone. I sat still, putting my hands on either side of my legs, holding the folder tightly in my arms. I didn't want to look into his direction. “Do you want something, Ms Easton,” He asked, without looking up. I shook my head, turning my gaze to the window. The city was

Her pov I pushed his body to the lift towards his room. “Where are the keys?” I asked, breathing unsteady. He smiled but didn't reply. My jaw tightened. He loves to test my patience. “Keys,” I asked. No response. I closed my eyes, and reached into his pockets. There it was. I froze for a second. His warm lips touched my cheeks and I felt the hardness of his shaft against my fingers. The air thickened, changed into something deeper, darker, that I didn’t expect. My cheeks turned hot red. I immediately tore out the keys from his pocket, hands trembling and forced myself to focus on opening the gate. The gate clicked open. I pushed his body inside his room, and he collapsed onto the bed. I looked at his beautiful features perfectly aligned, perfectly made with perfection. In sleep, he looked gentler, calmer, almost breakable. It was the only time he wasn’t terrifying, but still had an intimidating vibe. I sat on his bed, and touched his face. This face had made me awake for yea

ALINA POVThe next day, I sat on the counter while the stylist circled around me like a vulture. The hosts of the party were part of our new business collaboration– two powerful companies celebrating their long-awaited reunion—and as Mr. Parker’s assistant, I had no choice but to accompany him.I hated makeup. It clung to my skin like a mask, making me look older, mature… like someone I didn’t recognize. The stylist had chosen a gown that clung to my curves in a way that felt almost intimate, the soft pink fabric contrasting cruelly with the dark, smoky eyes painted onto my face. I barely recognized the woman in the mirror, she looked stunning, the one I didn't recognise inside me. She wore everything with confidence with a little innocence on her face. “She looks fabulous, doesn’t she?” the stylist asked, turning his head toward Mr. Parker.My eyes followed instinctively—only to find his gaze already locked on me. Unblinking. Possessive. and lustLike he’d been watching far longer

Alina povI woke up early for our business-class flight. After getting ready, I packed all my clothes and went downstairs..Outside, the driver was putting our luggage into the car. Mr. Parker stood nearby, talking on the phone with one of his business partners. Even without looking at me, his presence felt heavy, like he controlled everything around him—including me. We stepped inside the car, and I knew the trip was finally coming to an end. But the memories we made were still warm and vivid. I had brought some small gifts for my friends back home. They were eagerly waiting for me. We boarded the plane and before I knew it, the plane had landed. The entire time, Mr Parker and I barely spoke. I slept throughout the journey while he stayed busy answering emails and working on his laptop. I only woke up once– to eat a quick meal and drifted back to silence. The driver dropped me home before he dropped Mr Parker back to the company. He had an important meeting to attend with the board