All Chapters of Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Iris's POVVictor didn't move from the doorway, and his calm was the most infuriating thing about him. He stood there with his arms crossed and his expression unreadable, like he was waiting for me to tire myself out, like my anger was just a storm that would pass if he weathered it long enough. I had seen that look before. I had seen it a dozen times, in boardrooms and coffee shops and that terrible night on the island when he told me he would never let me go. He thought he could outlast me. He thought my fury was a temporary inconvenience rather than a permanent state of being."You can glare at me all you want," I said, my voice shaking with the effort of keeping it steady. "But I'm not going to calm down. I'm not going to realize you were right all along. I'm not going to fall into your arms and thank you for rescuing me from a situation you helped create.""I didn't create this situation. Adrian Cross created it when he decided to kidnap you.""Adrian Cross is a symptom. You're t

Victor's POVIris had been pacing the house for days like a caged animal, her hand pressed against her growing stomach and her eyes darting toward every window and door. She complained that the walls were closing in on her and the silence made her skin crawl and she felt like she was slowly suffocating in the beautiful prison I had built for her. I had ignored her complaints for as long as I could, but the doctor said stress was bad for the baby, and she was carrying my child. Or possibly my grandchild. The test results were still days away, and the uncertainty was gnawing at me from the inside.So I agreed to take her for a drive. A short one, just to get her out of the house and let her feel the sun on her face. I chose a route that avoided main roads and traffic cameras, a winding path through the countryside where no one would recognize her or ask questions. She sat quietly in the passenger seat with her forehead pressed against the window and her eyes fixed on the passing trees,

Victor's POVShe had stopped fighting me, and I didn't know whether to be grateful or terrified.Three days had passed since the incident on the side of the road, since she had called me a disgusting old man and tried to run for the tree line while strangers watched from their car. I had carried her back to the vehicle with her body limp and her pulse weak and her words still ringing in my ears like a bell that wouldn't stop tolling. She slept for nearly twelve hours after that, her body finally surrendering to the exhaustion she had been fighting off for weeks, and when she woke up something behind her eyes had shifted in a way I couldn't quite name.She smiled at me over breakfast the next morning. It was nyot the tight, forced grimace she had been offering since she arrived, but something softer and more pliable. She thanked me for the fresh peonies I had left on her nightstand and asked if she could take a walk in the garden later. She didn't scream at me or throw her plate at my

Marcus's POVThe deal was almost done. I sat in the back of a black sedan with my phone pressed to my ear and my eyes fixed on the city skyline sliding past the window, listening to my lawyer walk me through the final terms of the sale. The buyer was a conglomerate out of Europe that had been circling my father's company for years, waiting for the right moment to strike. They had approached me three days after the share transfer went through, and I had been negotiating with them ever since."The board has approved the terms," my lawyer said, his voice crackling through the speaker. "All that's left is your signature. Once the ink is dry, you walk away with more money than you could spend in three lifetimes.""And the employees?""Protected under the acquisition agreement. No layoffs for at least eighteen months. The buyer wants a smooth transition, and that means keeping the existing workforce intact."I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. My father had spent thirty years buildin

Victor's POVShe was gone.I had turned my back for less than three minutes, and she had vanished from the safe room like smoke through a cracked window. The bathroom door was open and the lights were still on and the tap was still running, but Iris was nowhere to be found. I stood in the doorway with my heart pounding against my ribs and my mind refusing to accept what my eyes were telling me.She had run. After weeks of smiles and compliance and soft words over breakfast, she had been playing me the entire time. She had waited for the exact right moment when my attention was divided and my guards were scattered, and then she had slipped away like she had been planning it all along. I had known it was an act. I had seen the cracks in her performance, the way her smile never reached her eyes, the way she flinched when I moved too quickly. But I had let myself believe because the alternative was admitting that she would never stop trying to leave me.And now there was a fire spreading