บททั้งหมดของ Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad? : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

RavenAnaya’s apartment smells like vanilla candles and whatever she’s been baking since this morning, which means she stress-baked, which means she has been anxious about something and didn’t want to say so on the phone.I drop my bag at the door and she pulls me into a hug before I’ve fully crossed the threshold.“You’re back,” she says into my shoulder.“I’m back.”She pulls away and looks at my face with the particular intensity she reserves for when she’s deciding how much to worry about me.“You look exhausted. Is everything alright?”“Of course.”She doesn’t believe me. Her eyes rake my entire body, then drop to the bruise Roman left on my neck when he was railing me against a truck.“And your neck—” Her eyes widen slightly. “Did anyone hurt you? Tell me right now so I can go deal with the person. I’ve been taking taekwondo classes.”Anaya throws her hands out in kung fu style. “Just tell me who hurt you right now and they will be dead.”I bark out a laugh despite myself. “Girl

Raven“Vivienne is on a dating app.”Roman looks up from his coffee.“She’s looking for a man. Her bio says she wants a fling, nothing attached, no strings.” I keep my voice steady. “And it’s not an old profile. It’s not something from before you met her. It’s new. Very new. And for all it’s worth, she might have already found someone while sitting here in this kitchen planning your wedding.”Roman stares at me.Says absolutely nothing.The silence is infuriating.“You don’t believe me.”Still nothing.I reach into my bag, swipe through my gallery and turn my phone to face him. The screenshot Anaya sent. Vivienne’s profile picture smiling up from the screen. Her bio sitting underneath it in plain black and white like an accusation.He looks at it.Takes his time looking at it.Then he sets my phone down on the island and says, “Are you spying on Vivienne?”I feel the question like a slap.“Excuse me?”“It’s a simple question, Raven.”“No. I am not spying on her.” I tak

RomanThe waiting room chairs were designed by someone who has never had to sit in one for longer than ten minutes.I haven’t sat at all.I’ve been standing at the window for the last hour watching the hospital car park like it has answers in it. My shirt is still bloody. Someone offered me a replacement scrub top an hour ago and I took it without looking at them and it’s still folded in my hands.I dial Marcus.He picks on the first ring ring.“Boss.”“Someone shot Raven tonight.” I keep my voice even and controlled. The rage is there but it’s cold now. Far more dangerous than it was when I was hitting walls. “Outside the penthouse. A taxi. I need you to find out who was in that car and I need them found before sunrise.”Silence on the other end. Then, “Is she alright?”“She’s in surgery. Find them, Marcus. Every resource we have. I want eyes on every traffic camera between the penthouse and the east side, I want the cab company identified, I want a name.” I pause. “And when

RavenRoman squeezes my hand once before he stands.“I’ll be right back. The doctor wants to go over the discharge timeline.”I nod.He holds my gaze for a moment longer than necessary, like he’s still not fully comfortable leaving me alone, then walks out and pulls the door almost shut behind him.The room settles into quiet.I stare at the ceiling and listen to the sounds of the ward outside. Footsteps. A trolley somewhere down the corridor. Muffled voices.The door opens.I assume it’s a nurse.It isn’t.Vivienne steps into the room in a cream blouse and tailored trousers looking like she came from a lunch reservation rather than a hospital visit. The bouquet of white flowers in her hands are slightly wilted. She sets them on the small table beside the window without asking.“You’re awake,” she says.I look at her.“I came last night when I heard.” She smooths her blouse. “But you hadn’t woken up so I went home to freshen up and came back this morning.” Her voice is

Raven“I’m glad you’re here.” I squeeze Anaya’s hand. “Both of you.”David leans against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped against it.“I was so scared when I heard what happened,” Anaya says softly. “I thought I’d lost you.”My chest tightens.“Who told you I was shot?”“I was at your house looking for you. When you didn’t answer your phone, Mr. Thomas told me you were in the hospital.” She shakes her head. “I came last night but they wouldn’t let me in.”“Thank you.” I swallow hard. “For caring so much about me.”Anaya gives me a look.“You don’t have to thank me, Raven. You’re my best friend.”A small smile tugs at my lips.“I know, but still…”“No.” She points a finger at me. “Don’t do that. Of course I care. I’d kill for you, you know.”David immediately coughs into his fist.Anaya turns to glare at him. “Don’t start.”“I’m just trying to figure out where that leaves me,” he says, raising a brow.I laugh.Anaya rolls her eyes. “I’d kill for you too. Happy now?”He pretends