All Chapters of Daddy's Little Angel : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ethan pov The moment I walked in, the chaos of the bar hit me like a wave. The place was packed with people, the loud music thumped hard, mixing with the laughter, smell of alcohol and sweat that hung heavy in the air. I adjusted my collar as I made my way towards the staff changing room. I didn't tell Freya that I landed a job, not as a respectable position as we expected and hoped for but the pay was decent and somehow I managed to get some good tips from the drunk customers who threw cash like dirt. I quickly changed into black shirt and tight pants while some of the workers were talking among themselves, whispering and laughing about their customers. I kept my head down, clearly not interested in the conversation. I wasn't friendly with anybody, just did my job and went back to my girl. I couldn't tell her about this, or she will completely lose herself, break down completely. Her father’s disagreement had already hit her hard. He made sure we rot in the streets, didn't find an

Freya pov The whole night I couldn't sleep. Ethan hadn't come home. I paced the living room, my phone clutched tightly in my trembling hand. The morning sickness was making it worse. I tried to contact him at least twenty times, but it was switched off. Panic filled me. I tried calling some of his friends that I knew but nobody knew where he was. They even told me they hadn't met him for a few weeks nor he contacted them. I didn't even know where he works. He had only told me it was a small family cafe. That was it. No name. No address. Tears filled my eyes as I stood by the window, staring out into the street. Most of my own friends had blocked me long ago thanks to my father’s influence. I was helpless, and the silence in our apartment was suffocating. It was killing me. I wanted nothing more but to hug him tightly and leave every problem behind. There was only one person left who might be able to help.With a shaky breath, I dialed Ryan’s number.“Hello?”“Hello,” Alina picked

Alina's POVThe last few days had been nothing but back-to-back meetings, deadlines, and endless stress. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was completely drained. I collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling for a long time before finally switching on the TV. Mom still wasn’t home; she'd gone out partying with her new friends again. After Dad passed, she’d been lost for years, but therapy had helped her find herself again. Now every weekend she goes out to live a little. I didn’t mind. I was happy for her.I munched on chips while watching Friends, the same old episodes playing in the background. It was a comforting, familiar noise. But then the doorbell rang.I paused. Who could it be at this hour? I walked over and peeked outside. No one. Strange. A weird feeling crept up my spine, like someone was right behind me. My heart was hammered. Thief? But why would a thief ring the bell?I spun around fast, ready to scream only for a strong hand to clamp over my mouth.I bit down

Ryan pov Love, It was a feeling that was buried deep inside me, to hide a secret that I never wanted to show the world. because love wasn’t just an emotion it was my greatest weakness. It could destroy me the way it destroyed my father. He had given everything for the sake of love, his pride, his soul and even his life but she left him when he needed her the most. She made him a monster. He wanted to destroy everything that was related to her and I carried the same blood in my veins, the same dangerous fire. I didn't want to become a monster. I always had a fear that I would end up hurting the only person I love.Yes I am in love with a girl named Alina. She came to my life like a storm that tore down every wall I created for myself. For better or for worse I didn't even know but for the first time I couldn't let it go.I kept glancing at the laptop screen. There she was, laying on the bed, almost broken, her hairs open, I could sense her pain through the screen, I kept watching he

Alina pov I woke up with a killer headache, blinking hard as I looked around. Empty. No one. I checked myself quickly. Just underwear. That was it. My clothes were gone, and I couldn’t remember a single thing from last night, only partying with Emma and Olivia and after that everything started blurring. My heart started racing a little.Then I heard footsteps from the bathroom. The door opened and Mr Parker walked out.Nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. Water is still dripping down his chest and stomach. Those eyes of his locked on me with that same mischievous look, and my mouth went completely dry.“Like what you see?” he said, smirking.I turned away fast, pulled the blanket up to my chin, and curled onto my side. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”I didn’t want to answer him. I just wanted space. But every time I thought about him, I felt myself falling harder. I kept my face turned away from that face that could drop any woman to her