Todos os capítulos de Tie Me Up Daddy: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Lorenzo's POVShe wasn't coming.I checked my watch for the fourth time in ten minutes. The departure lounge was nearly empty now, most passengers already shuffling through the jet bridge toward the waiting aircraft.My private jet sat on the tarmac. Ready. Fueled. Waiting.Like me.Where the hell was she?I pulled out my phone. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.This wasn't like her.She wasn't careless about work. She didn't flake on commitments. The girl had memorized fifty pages of financial projections in four days. She'd shown up to every meeting early, prepared answers for questions I hadn't even asked yet.And now, on the day of the most important trip of her career, she was simply... gone?Maybe she changed her mind.The thought settled in my chest like a stone.I'd given her a choice. Show up at the airport, or don't. No pressure. No obligation. If she didn't want to work with me, she didn't have to.Maybe she'd decided I wasn't worth the trouble.When did you start cari

Seraphina's POVBefore I could even pull a robe over my torn dress, the lock clicked. Lorenzo Vitale stepped into the room, his presence instantly shrinking the oversized luxury suite. He had discarded his suit jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and etched with the shadows of old scars.In his hand, he carried a sleek, professional-grade first-aid kit."Sit," he commanded.I froze, my hand still clutching the hem of my ruined silk dress."I can do it myself, Lorenzo," I whispered. "I’m fine."He didn't even look at me as he walked toward the bed, snapping the latches on the kit. "You have a bruise blooming on your cheekbone and blood drying on your knees. You aren't 'fine,' Seraphina. You’re a mess. Now sit, before I make you."There was no heat in his voice, only a cold, hard authority that left no room for argument. I walked over and

Vivienne’s POVI paced the length of my bedroom, the soles of my silk slippers muffled by the thick Persian rugs. Every time my phone remained dark, my chest tightened. Lorenzo’s voice from the night before—that arctic, lethal tone he had used to tell me to stay home—was still echoing in my ears. He had never spoken to me like that. Not once."He’s just stressed," I whispered to my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling vanity. I smoothed my hair, though not a strand was out of place.But I didn't believe it. Not for a second.Because Seraphina was with him. That mouse, that boring, plain little charity case I had successfully kept in the shadows for years, was currently breathing the same air as my father.Lorenzo had grounded me like a child, but he forgot one thing: he had spent a decade teaching me how to get exactly what I wanted. He had taught me that everyone has a price, and loyalty is often j

Seraphina's POV"Watch where you’re going, you clumsy—"The voice cut off, replaced by a sharp, inhaled breath. I looked up, pushing my tangled hair out of my eyes, and found myself staring at the hem of a gown that probably cost more than my adoptive parents’ car.Vivienne.She stood there, silhouetted against the glow of a massive crystal chandelier, looking every bit the mafia princess she had spent twelve years pretending to be.She looked down at me, and for a heartbeat, there was silence. Then, a slow, cruel smile spread across her lips—the kind of smile a predator wears when it finally corners a wounded rabbit."My, my, Seraphina," she purred, her voice a low, melodic poison. "You look like you’ve had a very... eventful evening. What happened? Did the help mistake you for the trash and try to take you out?"I scrambled to my feet, my hands shaking so hard I had to press them a

Seraphina's POVHe stood before me, a shadow cast in expensive wool and cold intent, waiting for an answer I was almost too terrified to give."Tell me, Seraphina," he repeated, "Who touched you?"I looked past him. The men from the study—the Anderson analyst and the local thuggish associates—had been brought into the hallway by Lorenzo’s guards. They weren't the wolves they had been ten minutes ago. Now, they were cowering sheep. The lead analyst was shaking so violently his teeth were literally chattering, and the younger man who had pinned me against the desk—the one whose head was still bleeding from where I’d struck him—looked like he wanted to vomit."It was... it was him," I whispered, my voice cracking as I pointed a trembling finger at the younger associate. "He pinned me. He... he tried to..."I couldn't finish the sentence. The memory of his hands on my inner thigh, the foul smell of his breath, and the sheer helplessness of the moment flooded back, making my stomach churn.