All Chapters of Daddy's Little Angel : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alina pov We stepped into the nearby restaurant and it was nearly empty. Freya, with that polite smile of hers, said, “Oh, there’s plenty of space.” We moved towards one of the tables and before anyone could react, Freya came forward and sat beside my mother. She gestured gracefully. “Alina, why don’t you sit here next to Ryan? I’ll sit beside your mother so we can catch up properly. We haven't met after so long and I wanted to know more about her,”My heart slammed against my ribs and I looked towards him. There was a slight smirk on his face. I slid into the booth. Ryan was already there, calm as ever. I put my hands over my thighs, trying hard to control my emotions. The second I sat down Ryan shifted his chair closer, way closer, until our thighs were pressed together under the long white tablecloth. “What,” I almost wanted to scream but I shut my mouth. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of my short black dress. The dress was short enough that when I sat, the

Mrs Grace pov The door slammed with a thud and just like that my son walked away from me again. His moves had become predictable, not being worthy for all he had. He wasn't the same boy, reacting, burning and breaking everything that came in his path. He had become softer, more emotional, more human that I never thought he would feel.A small smile chuckled on my lips. Interesting. This game has become more interesting. My fingers traced the edge of the table as I leaned slightly, recalling his little dirty secret that he hid so well. But I always keep what I want to know. I had placed one of the girls under his nose to keep a check on him. She watched him, and reported every little moment, every habit that was changed. She thought I would reward her, make her his wife. But she was too naive to understand. As if I will allow an insignificant woman to stand beside him or worse beside my empire. I have worked hard to get what I want and I will never let any other women ruin it. No

Freya pov I walked inside the building of Parker Industries, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. I needed to talk to Ryan. He had to know what his mother was planning. I knew he hated her, but after what happened in the café, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Mrs. Grace was trying to force this marriage again, and if I knew anything about her, it was that she never did anything without a reason. I have known aunty since I was young. She was a kind lady, took care of me when my mother died or at least that was what she tried to portray in front of me. She and Ryan had become the closest thing I had to a home. I spent my childhood with them when my father was busy with his work. They took care of me until one day, when Ryan came to my house and told me his mother left them. I was heartbroken for him. He was the same child anymore. His eyes were filled with no emotions, only anger and darkness that shaped him into what he had become today. A heartless monster. I didn’t know

Freya pov My father, Jonathan Caldwell, was a tough man, a rare gem in the business world, and respected by everyone. He had never denied me anything. If I needed the most expensive dress he would buy me ten. He loved me. I know that. But there was something he loved the most: power and money, control. He had worked day and night, spending most of my childhood, working in his office for late hours, cracking deals. I still remembered he wasn't available on most of my birthdays when I used to celebrate with servants.Now, I stood in his massive study. My hands were clenched at my sides, heart racing, but I refused to step back down. I know telling him about Ethan won’t be easy because he had nothing my dad wanted in his son in law. No power, no money and no connection. “Father,” I said brightly, “You look like you are in a good mood today. Did the Tokyo deal finally close?”He looked up, and the smile widened just a fraction, the closest thing to warmth he ever showed. “It did. Sig

Alina POV I looked at myself in the mirror and blushed hard. Ryan was taking me out on a date, our first ever date. I still don't even know where I was going and according to him it was a surprise. Every time I asked, he didn't say anything and told me to be patient. He was a man of many mysteries and I know his plan wouldn't be that simple but now, I could only feel butterflies all over my stomach as I smoothened my dress for the tenth time. My pussy was already ready for the new filthy experience that he had decided for me. It took an hour just to choose a dress, because I wanted to look perfect for him, like a perfect whore, who can be used wherever and however he wants. Then I heard a sound of the car outside. I hurried to the window and my breath caught my throat. He stepped out, dressed in a black shirt, his hands inside his tight pants. For a second my breath stopped. He looked fairly handsome, like a perfect gentleman.The doorbell rang and I immediately ran towards the doo