All Chapters of Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

Marcus's POV Three minutes. That was how long the test needed to process, according to the instructions on the box. Three minutes to determine whether my life was about to get complicated in ways I had never imagined possible. I stood by the window with my back to the bathroom door and my hands shoved deep in my pockets, staring at the mountains without seeing them. Iris was in the bathroom with the tests lined up on the counter. I had bought three of them because the pharmacist said to be sure, and I needed to be sure. I needed to know whether my wife was carrying my child or my father's. Whether I was about to become a father or a brother to the baby growing inside her. The thought made my stomach turn. My wife had slept with my father for months before I found out, and now she might be carrying his child. The same man who had drugged me on my honeymoon and followed her across the country and bought her publisher to stay close to her. The same man who had been planning to kidna

Marcus's POVThe board meeting had been scheduled for weeks, but my father had forgotten about it entirely. He had forgotten about a lot of things lately. The search for Iris had hollowed him out from the inside, leaving behind a shell of the man who had once commanded every room he entered. He spent his days pacing by the window with his phone pressed to his ear, and he spent his nights staring at photographs of a woman who had never truly belonged to him.When his assistant reminded him about the meeting, he waved her off without looking up from his phone. "Tell Marcus to handle it. He's been taking care of everything else. He can take care of this too."I had been counting on exactly that response.The boardroom was already full when I arrived. Twelve directors seated around the long mahogany table, their expressions ranging from curiosity to barely concealed skepticism. They had been expecting Victor Hale, the titan of industry who h

Victor's POVThe whiskey bottle was half empty, and I couldn't remember pouring a single glass.I sat in the dark of my study with the city lights glittering through the window and my phone clutched in my hand like a lifeline. Hyde had called twice in the past hour with nothing to report. Cross had stopped answering my messages altogether, which meant he was either closing in on something or he had finally realized our alliance was worth less than the breath it took to maintain it.None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was Iris, and I had been without her for weeks now with no end in sight.I had spent my entire adult life getting exactly what I wanted. Women, business deals, rival companies I wanted to crush beneath my heel. All of it had come to me with minimal effort because I understood something most men didn't: people were predictable. They responded to the right stimuli in the right circumstances, and if you knew how to press their buttons, you could make them do al

Iris's POVI had been cooped inside for so long that I was starting to forget what the outside world looked like.My mother had dismissed the housekeeper and the gardener and every other domestic worker the moment Marcus dropped me off, replacing them with a rotating schedule of doctors who made house calls and nurses who checked my blood pressure in the living room. No one came in without her approval. No one left without her inspection.The paranoia was exhausting, but I understood it. Adrian Cross had found me once by watching my movements and learning my routines. Victor had found me by planting a mole in his own organization who reported my every move. If they could track me through the staff at a luxury estate, they could certainly track me through a housekeeper who gossiped with her friends about the pregnant daughter hiding in the upstairs bedroom.But a house call could only do so much. The doctor who came to see me was kind and