Todos os capítulos de Even If It Hurts, Daddy: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The rain drummed against the library windows, a relentless, frantic thud that matched the pounding in Richard’s temples. It rarely rained in February. On the desk lay a brown folder, hand-delivered by Victor an hour ago.Richard flipped through the glossy photos. His jaw tightened so hard he felt the bone might crack."Explain these," Richard commanded, his voice a jagged edge of ice.Victor, standing in the shadows of the bookshelves, adjusted his tie. "You asked for leverage, Sir. So. I went back to day one. The wedding morning."For the purpose of satisfying arecent curiousity, he had asked victor to get footages from Chase’s wedding, to enable him find more of her friends and relatives that may have attended the wedding, he needed to know her family, but what he would discover about their union gagged him.Richard looked at a photo of Chase. He was in his tuxedo, looking smug, but he wasn't with his bride. He was pinned against a catering van with another woman. The timestamp was

The jeep was idling at the curb, a silent, predatory beast against the gray backdrop of the Heights. Giselle wondered what she was going to say to him, she had to say something at least. She prayed for courage and hoped her voice would not fail her. The tinted window slid down an inch as Giselle approached, the cool air from the interior smelling of leather and the sharp, expensive scent of Richard Hemingway. She pulled the door open and slid into the backseat. Richard was sitting in the corner, his silhouette imposing, his eyes tracking her every move with a hunger that felt like a physical weight. "You didn't have to do all that, Richard," Giselle snapped, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound firm. "Freezing her bank accounts? Blocking Lawrose’s sponsors? I just wanted some time to myself for myself, you said I should do what makes me happy, and I did that, so why are you hunting my friends? I need to process things, to think clearly without you or Chase suffocating me

The car pulled up to a pavement lined with white marble and gold plated bollards. Giselle stepped out first, followed by Serayah and Lawrose, who both looked like they were walking toward a firing squad. She looked up at the sign above the heavy glass doors. It read Opulencia in minimalist black script."This is it," Giselle said, adjusting her sunglasses.They walked inside, the scent of expensive lilies and filtered air hitting them instantly. An attendant in a neatly ironed suit approached them, holding a slim tablet. She smiled, but her eyes were sizing them up."Good morning," the attendant said. "Welcome to Opulencia. Do you have a reservation for this morning?"Serayah blinked, leaning toward Giselle. "Hol’up! Wait. Do people actually make reservations to shop? Is this a boutique?"The attendant looked slightly confused but maintained her professional demeanor. "Yes, madam. We operate on a strict reservation basis to ensure our clients receive the privacy and attention they r

Chase sat in his high backed leather chair with a stack of documents spread across the table surface. He rubbed his temples as he looked at the figures on the screen. He was already on edge. The tension with his father was at an all time high and Giselle disappearance and his fathers intrusion had left him feeling like he was losing his grip on his own sanity.His secretary tapped on the glass door and stepped inside without waiting for an invite. She held a tablet to her chest and looked at him in a way that didn't quite hide her fatigue.“Sir the partners from the Sterling Group are in the conference room. They are expecting a briefing on the final logistics for the registration. Shall I tell them you are ready to receive them now?”Chase sighed and reached for his suit jacket. “Tell them I will be there in five minutes. Make sure the coffee is hot and that they have the updated copies of the—“He stopped mid sentence. His phone which was sitting face up on the desk began to vibr

A fleet of six matte-black delivery vans was currently snaking around the circular drive, positioning themselves like a tactical unit. And at the head of the convoy was a brand-new, shimmering silver Lamborghini Revuelto.The driver’s side scissor door swiveled upward with a hiss.Giselle stepped out. Her hair straightened and swaying in the wind that brushed past her face, it was a wild sight, her sunglasses were large, and her struck a pose with her hands on her waist, she flipped her hair and took in a deep breath.Chase stood on the top step, frozen, his hands twitching at his sides. "Giselle? What is... whose car is that?"Giselle didn't answer. she cat walked up the steps with the rhythmic click of heels. As she reached the top step, she didn't stop. She didn't even slow down. Without looking at Chase’s face, she reached up, unbuttoned her new cashmere trench coat, and draped it over his extended, shocked arm."Be careful with my baby, darling," she said casually, her eyes fixed