All Chapters of I HEARD HIM SAY " DADDY": Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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On Schedule

SOPHIA I dropped the phone the moment the call ended, letting it fall onto the vanity with a dull sound that barely registered before laughter escaped me—unplanned, sharp, and completely out of place. It startled me enough that I pressed my lips together afterward, as though I could still contain it, but the sound had already filled the room. “I really can’t believe this,” I said, more to myself than to anyone else, though I was already turning toward my assistant. Judith paused briefly before responding, her fingers still resting near my temple as she adjusted a loose strand of hair that refused to stay in place. She was good at her job—careful, attentive, and observant without being intrusive—but even she seemed uncertain now, as if she could sense that this was not the kind of news that should be met with easy enthusiasm. “What is it, ma’am?” she asked, her voice light but cautious, as she continued working on my hair. We were already behind schedule, with the fashion sho

Test Of The Offer

ANNALISE/ LISA “What does it look like?” Aiden asked, his voice even, almost careless, as though he were commenting on the weather rather than the object currently unsettling my peace. I lowered my gaze to the envelope in my hands, its weight suddenly disproportionate to its size. The paper was thick, textured, expensive—nothing about it suggested insignificance. It has the blackwood seal. “It looks like a letter,” I replied carefully. “A formal one.” He studied me with that unnerving stillness of his, the kind that made me acutely aware of every movement I made, every hesitation in my tone. “And?” I exhaled softly. “And formal letters rarely arrive without any reason,” I added, lifting my eyes to meet his. “So I’ll ask again—what is this about?” Aiden’s lips curved faintly, not quite a smile, but something close enough to unsettle me. “Instead of interrogating me,” he said, “why don’t you open it and find out?” I hesitated unsure of what his intentions were. That hesitation

Prank or Threat?

AIDEN I sighed heavily as Lisa left the room, her heels clicking against the floor in that infuriatingly precise rhythm that always seemed to announce her presence even after she was gone. I continued to undress slowly, each movement deliberate, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t letting her get under my skin, but the truth was, everything about her already did. Her smirk, careless words, and the way she seemed to invade my space without permission felt like a personal affront, and I had a long, exhausting way to go in this arrangement. My chest felt tight, heavy with a mix of irritation, dread, and the constant awareness that no one in that house—including my own mother—was really on my side. I was about to step into the shower when my phone beeped, and I groaned, dreading the distraction. I picked it up. It was Davis. Up for some drinks tonight? I stared at the screen for a long moment, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me, unsure if I even h

Shadows in the Hospital Hall

SAM I wasn’t sure how long we stood outside the ICU room before the doctors finally came out. Time seemed suspended, the fluorescent lights above making the walls glow too white, too sterile, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Every second dragged, heavy and suffocating. My heart hammered so hard I thought it would break my ribs. And when the doctor finally stepped out, the expression on his face stopped me cold. Downcast. Tired. Worn. I knew instantly that whatever they’d spent hours doing in there hadn’t yielded the result we’d been praying for. “Elena,” I began, my voice trembling despite my best efforts, but she was already rushing toward the doctor, her hair disheveled, eyes wide with panic, like she had just realized the world itself was crumbling around her. “Doctor! What is it? How is my son?” The doctor straightened, running a hand over his face, exhaustion and sympathy clashing in his eyes. “He’s stable,” he said carefully, “but he’s in a coma.” My stomach dro

Slippery Games

ANNALISE / LISA “Are you ready to change the terms?” I asked, my voice deliberately light, edged with mischief as I perched on the edge of the bed. My fingers dug into the mattress to keep from laughing as I watched Aiden struggle his way out of the bathroom. The towel around his waist was a crime scene waiting to happen—unevenly tied, slipping lower with every clumsy step he took. It was barely holding on, knotted crookedly at his hip as if it had lost the will to cooperate. Water slid down his chest and arms in slow trails, dripping onto the tiled floor and forming small puddles at his feet. Soap clung stubbornly to his eyelashes and brows, blinding him completely, and he moved like a man navigating a minefield—one cautious step at a time. His left hand dragged along the wall for balance, fingertips scraping the paint, while his right hand reached blindly into the air as though he could grab me by sheer will alone. His jaw was tight, clenched hard enough that I could see the

Who took it?

ANNALISE/LISA Aiden managed to push himself off me slowly. Every movement looked careful and strained, as if even the smallest shift required more effort than he wanted to admit. I could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his hands trembled slightly as he steadied himself. He did not want me to notice how weak he felt, but I noticed anyway. I felt a tight knot form in my stomach, and I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from reacting too soon. His eyes remained closed. The muscles around them were tense, and his mouth was set in a hard line. He looked frustrated. This was more than simple discomfort. He seemed angry at himself, at the situation, and maybe at me. I did not know what to say, and I hesitated, unsure if speaking would make things worse. “Why did you not let her come in?” I asked. I tried to make my voice light, but it came out weaker than I intended. “Mom, Vera, are you there?” I repeated, mimicking the tone he had used earlier. I let out a quiet laugh,

Is this a setup?

ANNALISE / LISA I paced restlessly around the backyard, my slippers scraping softly against the tiled ground with every anxious step I took. The evening air was cool and gentle against my skin, yet a thin layer of sweat still clung stubbornly to the back of my neck and slid slowly down my spine. My thoughts refused to settle into anything calm or reasonable. They spun in tight, suffocating circles that made it difficult to breathe, difficult to think, and almost impossible to remain still. I did not know what to do anymore. For a brief moment, I considered asking Alfred, the gateman, for help. The thought appeared suddenly in my mind, tempting and dangerous at the same time. Almost immediately, fear followed it. If Alfred discovered what I had done, the entire house staff would soon know. And if the staff knew, it would only be a matter of time before everyone else found out as well. My chest tightened painfully at the thought of being exposed. I forced myself to stop paci

Fashion Show

SOPHIA As the car slowed to a gentle stop, a familiar tightness formed in my chest. It was the quiet pressure that always came before a public appearance, the invisible weight that settled over my lungs and reminded me that once the door opened, I would no longer belong to myself. From the outside, moments like this looked glamorous and effortless, like something out of a carefully staged dream. Inside the car, however, in the fragile seconds before stepping into the world, I was simply a woman reminding herself to breathe slowly, to keep her hands steady, and to hold together the calm expression everyone expected to see. The driver stepped out first and walked around to my side with practiced efficiency. When he opened the door, warm afternoon air rushed in, carrying distant voices that quickly grew louder, sharper, more demanding. The quiet safety of the car dissolved instantly. By the time my heels touched the ground, the silence was gone. “Sophia, over here!” “Look t

Too close to ignore

ANNALISE / LISA “Lisa, what is the meaning of this? Why did you turn off the water?” Aiden asked in frustration. His voice was sharp, but beneath the anger there was also disbelief, as if he could not understand why I would do something that annoyed him so much. For a second, I forgot how to speak. My thoughts felt tangled, and every possible explanation sounded weak inside my head. I knew he was already upset, and I was afraid that anything I said would only make the situation worse. I hated this feeling. I hated standing in front of him and feeling small, as if I was always doing something wrong without meaning to. Before I could gather the courage to answer, he stood up quickly and reached for his phone. The movement was rushed and careless. He forgot that the floor was still wet from the water. His foot slipped suddenly. The moment stretched in my mind, even though it happened very fast. I saw the surprise flash across his face. I saw his body lose balance. I knew

" Sara."

AIDEN I cleaned my body in silence, but nothing inside me felt calm or clean. Fury moved through my chest like a slow fire, burning quietly yet refusing to die. Every thought in my head felt heavy, tangled, and impossible to escape. The room around me was still, but inside me everything was loud. We were not even married yet… and already things felt this broken. The realization sat painfully in my mind. Marriage was supposed to be the beginning of something steady, something hopeful. First I didn't want to get married, then this messy arrangement and now instead of some peace, it already felt like a trap closing around my life before it had even truly begun. I could not understand how everything had reached this point so quickly, and the confusion only made the anger worse. God… I did not know how I was supposed to cope with any of it. For a few seconds, I simply stood there, breathing slowly, trying to gather control over emotions that refused to listen. But the more I tried to

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