All Chapters of Yes, Daddies: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

71. CaspianThe security room at the mall feels too small and too suffocating. My heart pounds like a war drum in my chest as I watch the footage for the third time. The black van. The way Asena fought before the drug they put on her nose with a handkerchief took effect. The way they dragged her away from us. My wife. Our wife. The woman who finally learned to smile without fear. She was gone.Someone had actually dared touch her and I swear I was young to cut off their fingers one and by one and I am going to take my time while doing it.Zavian stands beside me, his face pale but his eyes burning with the same fury and terror I feel. We have never been apart from her for this long since Maui. Every second without her feels like a knife twisting deeper.I turn to the head of our security team and talk to Joe, the head of my mafia gang. I know he knows all the routes anyone could take while trying to get out of the country or where someone can hide and expect never to be found.“Mobili

73. AsenaThe private jet climbs steadily through the night sky. The engines hum with a low, constant vibration that travels through the luxurious cabin and into my bones. Outside the small oval window, the lights of Sacramento grow smaller and smaller until they disappear completely. Only darkness remains.I sit on the leather seat with my wrists still bound behind me. The ropes bite into my skin, already raw and sore. My face throbs where Allesandro slapped me earlier. Dried blood tightens at the corner of my mouth. Every small movement sends a sharp reminder of how helpless I am.The weight of what is happening finally crashes down on me.I will never see them again.The thought hits so hard that a broken sound escapes my throat. Tears flood my eyes before I can stop them. My shoulders start to shake. Once the first sob comes, the rest follow in a rush. I cry openly, unable to hold anything back. Tears stream down my face and drip onto my lap. My chest hurts with every breath.Casp

75. AsenaThe private jet continues its steady path through the dark sky. The cabin is quiet except for the low hum of the engines and the soft clink of crystal against the table. Allesandro sits across from me, completely at ease, swirling the expensive red wine in his glass. The rich scent of it fills the small space and turns my stomach.My wrists still burn from the ropes. The corner of my mouth throbs where he slapped me earlier. Dried blood pulls tight against my skin every time I move my lips. Tears keep falling even though I try to stop them. I cannot stop thinking about Caspian and Zavian. Their faces. Their voices. The way they held me like I was something worth protecting.I will never see them again.The thought keeps circling in my mind, sharp and final. Everything I finally found, safety, love and a place that felt like home… is gone. Allesandro has taken it all. And from the way he looks at me, he knows exactly how much it hurts.He takes another slow sip of wine and sm

77. AsenaThe private jet continues its path through the dark sky and my world is falling apart. My face still burns from the last slap. Fresh blood has dried at the corner of my mouth again and my wrists ache from the ropes. Tears keep falling even though I try to force them to stop. I don't want Allesandro to see that I am weak and afraid but I can't help it. He sits across from me, completely relaxed, swirling the last of his wine as if this is nothing more than a pleasant evening flight.He has spent the last stretch of the journey taunting and insulting me. Every word was carefully chosen to cut deeper. He talked about how the twins would eventually move on. How men like Caspian and Zavian always find someone new. How I was only a temporary amusement for them and how they would never have settled for someone like me.Each sentence lands like another blow and maybe he is right. Thinking back to the way they treated me in high school… but then again, haven't they proven their love

79. AsenaI am still in a daze because I thought I had a chance.When Allesandro received that call from one of his informants telling him that the twins knew where we were, I had hope for a moment but now…The dark vehicle moves steadily through the night. The road is empty and the windows are tinted so heavily that I can see almost nothing outside. Only the occasional faint glow of distant lights passes by and then disappears again. Allesandro sits in the front passenger seat, speaking quietly with the driver. His men occupy the other seats. No one pays me much attention now. They believe I am already broken.They are not wrong. I am beyond broken. I don't see the point of anything anymore.I sit in the back with my wrists still bound. My face throbs where I was hit. The dried blood at the corner of my mouth pulls every time I breathe but the physical pain is nothing compared to what sits inside my chest. It feels heavy and final, like something that will never lift again.They will