All Chapters of I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY": Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SOPHIA Our plane landed early that morning, and the moment the wheels touched the runway, I felt the kind of exhaustion that sleep could not fix. The cabin lights flickered brighter as people began unbuckling their seatbelts, stretching, reaching for their overhead luggage. I stayed seated for a few seconds longer than necessary, staring ahead, hoping the delay would somehow create distance between me and Ethan. Throughout the flight, I had avoided him deliberately. I pretended to nap. I scrolled endlessly through old messages on my phone without reading a single word. I even kept my headphones on without playing music just to avoid conversation. Every time I felt his gaze shift toward me, my stomach tightened. He had tried to speak to me twice. “Sophia…” he had said softly at one point. I had responded with a simple, “I’m tired.” It was not entirely a lie. I was tired. But not just physically. I was tired of emotional complications. Tired of misunderstandings. Tired of men thi

ANNALISE / LISA After Tala left my office the first time, I remained seated in silence, staring at the closed door as though it might open again and reveal what she was truly thinking. The quiet felt unnatural, almost staged, and I could not shake the feeling that I had just stepped into the middle of something carefully calculated. I leaned back slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple as I tried to calm the unease rising in my chest. Tala was not careless. She was not impulsive. If she had walked away from this position without a fight, then she had a reason. And I had every intention of discovering what it was. I forced myself to look down at the documents on my desk and focus on the task at hand. If I allowed suspicion to distract me, I would make mistakes—and mistakes were exactly what my critics were waiting for. As I reviewed the paperwork, I suddenly remembered her words from earlier. Aiden wanted to see me. My jaw tightened slightly. Of course he did. The timin

ANNALISE / LISA I tried my best to ignore Aiden’s presence. Even though he was standing only a few feet away from me inside my office, leaning lazily against the wall as if he had all the time in the world, I forced my attention back to the numerous dress designs spread across my desk. Sheets of paper covered nearly every inch of the polished wooden surface—sketches of evening gowns, bridal silhouettes, fabric combinations, color palettes, and notes written in the margins where inspiration had struck unexpectedly. Usually, working like this calmed me. Designing dresses had always been the one place where my mind felt completely free. When I focused on lines, shapes, and fabrics, the world around me usually faded away. Every detail mattered. Every fold of fabric had meaning. But tonight, concentration felt impossible. My fingers rested on one of the sketches, but my eyes weren’t really seeing the design anymore. My mind kept drifting back to what had just happened. The sudden d

ANNALISE/ LISA I stirred awake to a voice slicing through my sleep like sunlight through a crack in the blinds. “Hey, sleepyheads, wake up!” it called, bright and teasing. My eyelids fluttered, heavy with lingering dreams, and I blinked against the dim morning light. Slowly, reluctantly, my eyes opened, and I froze. A woman was standing there, right in the room, grinning as though she had been waiting for this exact moment. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, a flutter of panic running up my throat. I tried to push myself up from the chair where I had dozed, every muscle stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. Who is this woman? I wondered, a wave of anxiety coiling tight in my chest. “Aiden, wake up! Someone’s in our room—don’t mind him,” the woman said, and before my brain could catch up, she leapt onto him. “Wake up, sleepyhead!” she shouted, laughter spilling around us like sunlight bouncing off a mirror. Aiden groaned, a low, annoyed sound, and his eyes snapped

SOPHIA When I finally stepped out of Aiden’s room, my phone buzzed insistently in my pocket. I fished it out and glanced at the screen. Another missed call—but from whom? I hesitated for a split second, feeling the familiar twinge of dread at the unknown, before decisively ending it. I didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. Not after the whirlwind of the last twenty-four hours, the drama, the chaos that had left my mind frayed at the edges. For once, I wanted to be home, to be alone with the quiet hum of my own thoughts, and try to forget. I let out a long breath and headed to my room, deliberately moving slower than usual. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of the day had seeped into my bones. I shut the door softly behind me and leaned against it for a moment, letting the silence of the apartment wash over me. It was a small comfort, a fragile pocket of peace before I faced the morning’s next obligations. Breakfast would be served soon, and I needed to be