All Chapters of TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella turned around at the sound of her phone ringing. She could feel it being handed to her, but she didn't care; it had to be Delaney. She picked the call immediately.“Hello,” she said sleepily, her eyes still closed.“Sister, did you remember the textbook I told you about last week? Today is the last day for submission. I have to pay today.”Jason’s voice jolted her from her sleep, and she jerked up only to see she was in a strange room. She turned and screamed, her phone dropping from her hand when she saw a man in bed with her, just staring at her.“Sister, sister, are you okay?” Jason asked, bringing her back to reality.She took the phone, her eyes still locked on the stranger.“I'll call you later, Jason,” she said and hung up on her brother while trying to get off the bed.“Good morning,” the man in her bed said.She turned to him, her eyes roving over him while her head throbbed from the night before. He was a very handsome man with ash-grey hair and grey eyes, and he lo

“Mom… Mom” Isabella called as she walked out of her room, she woke up minutes ago and didn't find her mother in bed. She walked to the kitchen,it was empty and Isabella prayed it wasn't her fear creeping in. Valerie had , her eyes drifted to her door. Valeria was gone. She ran to the room, her eyes scanning the whole room for what was missing.Everything looked untouched, Isabella took a minute to think what she could possibly take. She had no money hiding anywhere in the house, nothing significant so she went back to the sitting room.Isabella Sat down and was massaging her temple while trying to process how she would go about the new day when she caught a figure at her door, the next minute the door was pushed open and Delaney stepped in looking concerned and confused. “Isabella,are you okay? Why is your door opened?” Delaney asked. “Delaney” Isa started and Delan went to her pulling her into a hug. “It is okay, whatever it is… but don't leave your door openlike this again and

“Who told you to sit there and sleep like you own the place.”Isabella felt her chest drop so fast it scared her, because she knew that voice and she wished she did not, and she slowly stood up from the chair she had been sitting in like it could erase the fact that she had been there at all, her fingers twisting together as she said softly that she was sorry and that she did not know the chair belonged to anyone, even as she was already realizing who he was and what this meant.Victor did not shout, he did not smile either, he only looked at her like he was trying to scrape something unpleasant off his shoe with his eyes, and he asked her what her name was and why she was in his office, his voice calm enough to sound professional but thick with disgust that made her skin prickle.“My name is Isabella,” she said, her voice not steady no matter how hard she tried to force it to be, and she swallowed before adding that she was told to resume today as the new secretary to the company pre

“Are you seriously making that face again after everything that happened today?” Delaney asked, her voice full of mock annoyance but soft underneath, as Isabella climbed into the car, her head still heavy and her stomach twisting in knots from the day’s work.“I cannot even begin to describe it,” Isabella said, letting out a long sigh that sounded more like a groan as she settled into the seat, buckling herself in and staring out the window at the city lights blurring past. “It was horrible, Del, absolutely horrible, and I cannot believe I have to go back tomorrow.”Delaney shook her head, the seat shaking slightly as she laughed, and said that she knew something bad had happened but she wanted details now and she was not leaving until Isabella told her everything because she deserved to vent.“I do not even know where to start,” Isabella admitted, running a hand through her hair and gripping the edge of the seat, “but okay I will tell you everything, even though it is going to sound

“Who is this,” Isabella whispered to herself as she stared at her phone, the glow from the screen lighting up her face in the dark room, her thumb hovering over the message like if she touched it again it would somehow change what it said.She read the text again even though she already knew every word by heart, and then she tapped the number and lifted the phone to her ear, holding her breath as it rang once, twice, three times, before going quiet with no answer on the other end.“Of course,” she muttered, pulling the phone away and staring at it like it had personally betrayed her, “say something like that and then disappear.”She told herself it was nothing, just a wrong number or someone trying to scare her or a scam that had gone too far, and she set the phone face down on the mattress, turning onto her side and forcing her eyes shut even though sleep did not come easily.The next morning, she was barely settled at her desk when Victor’s voice cut through the office, calm and com