Wet For Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Chloe’s POV He left me. He left me to suffer. He left me when I needed him the most."You don't have any right to touch me, Drake. You don't have any right!" I yelled at him.His face still turned to the side and it suddenly met mine. His emerald eyes pierced mine so hard."I am sorry. I am sorry. I can explain-""You can explain? Explain what? Explain how you ignored my calls for like a month now? You didn't visit me. I got sick and tired, you never asked or even text me. Just a text, Drake. Just a text would have made a difference. But I got nothing. You left me there caged like an animal. You tightened securities around me like I was a criminal. I told you I was sick and tired. And now, your good for nothing son and Sylvia kidnapped my sister. Your worthless son almost raped me. Tell me what kind of explanation do you want me to hear about? Your wife has seen me. She has found out everything. You know what your son did? He put her on a video call and she saw my face. She knew I wa

Chloe’s POV Three days has passed, but there was still no sign that my sister was waking up from coma anytime soon. Nothing to show that she was going to be conscious. I haven't been myself because I kept thinking that if something bad happened to my sister, it was all going to be my fault. I won't be able to forgive myself. I have asked the doctor and nurses countless times, they just kept repeating the same thing that she was going to get better but they don't know when exactly she was going to wake up. Of course, I didn't buy that shit of an explanation. I was already better and I was going to be discharged home today. And I wasn't going to take that same answer this time around. They are going to have to explain to me what is happening to my sister or else I was going to deal with them all. I don't have money nor do I have power or connection, but I was ready to use my voice to make sure everything will go smoothly. I had already taken my bath and was fully dressed in a blue,

Chloe’s POV A few minutes later in the ambulance, another unknown number called me and this time, I answered it.It turned out to be Drake."Chloe...why did you do that? She is still in coma"I scoffed and frowned. "It doesn't concern you whatever I do with my sister's life. And why do you keep calling me?"He went quiet for a few seconds, and in that silence, I could almost picture him—tense, calculating, angry that something had slipped out of his control.“Because I’m worried,” Drake finally said, his voice low. “You had no right to move her without informing me. That hospital was the safest place for her.”I let out a cold laugh. “Safe?” I repeated. “Is that what you call a place where Jack could find her? Where your name opens doors and closes mouths? No, Drake. That place was safe for you, not for us.”“You’re being irrational,” he snapped. “You don’t understand the risks—”“I understand abandonment,” I cut in, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm. “I understand bein

Chloe’s POV Instead, I stood up, walked to the window, and stared out at a town that didn’t know my name, didn’t know my past. For the first time, anonymity felt like safety.Whatever Drake wanted… whatever he felt…It no longer had the power to pull me back.The next morning, I woke up right beside my sister and checked up on her. She was still unconscious with the machine still beeping and stabilising when my phone beeped.It turned out to be a message from Jack .Chloe, my love. You are mine. You are mine whether you like it or not and I will not allow you to continue your relationship with my father.My fingers went cold around the phone.For a moment, the room felt smaller, the steady beeping of the machine suddenly too loud, too sharp. I stared at the message, my jaw tightening as disgust crawled up my spine.My love.The audacity of it made my stomach churn.I glanced at Hilda instinctively, as if Jack’s words alone could reach out of the screen and touch her. She lay there, v

Chloe’s POV That got my attention. “And?”“He won’t come near you again,” he said. “Not you. Not your sister.”I searched his face, trying to see if this was another promise he would later break. “How?”“That doesn’t matter,” he replied. “What matters is that it’s done.”I looked away, my fingers twisting in the sheet. “And your wife?”His silence stretched just a little too long.“I’ll handle Margaret,” he said finally. “She won’t contact you. She won’t touch you.”“You swear?”He stepped closer. “I swear.”I breathed out slowly. “And the job.”A faint smile touched his lips. “You start next week. Headquarters. Your name will be on the list. No one will question it.”I looked up at him then. “I don’t want favors.”“You’ll work,” he said. “And you’ll be paid well.”I nodded once. “Good.”Another silence fell. He reached out like he wanted to touch my face, then stopped himself. His hand dropped back to his side.“I’ll leave,” he said.But suddenly, he walked up closer, stopping a ste