Semua Bab Hiding The Devil Billionaire's Daughter : Bab 41 - Bab 50

"Zuri! What happened? Did that madman lay a hand on you?!" I turned to find Creed looking thoroughly rattled, his eyes scanning me from head to toe after Vander’s departure. He was searching for bruises, for any sign that Vander had hurt me. When he saw I was unharmed, his shoulders dropped with relief. My gaze drifted back toward the restaurant windows. Helios had stood up and moved to sit beside Carmilla. The moment I saw him pull her into his arms, tears came pouring down my face. "Zuri?!" Creed’s voice was sharp with shock as he saw me crying. He followed my stare, then squeezed his eyes shut tight. "Oh, shit." It hurt. God, it hurt so much. I knew they’d had something perfect once—something I’d shattered when I came into their lives. Now that Carmilla was back, were they going to pick up where they left off? Helios had told me I was the one he loved. But watching them hold each other from across the street, I couldn’t bring myse

It was nothing short of a miracle that I made it to the mansion without crashing. I’d swerved around cars more times than I could count, never slowing down for a second as I raced through the streets. I didn’t even bother parking properly—just threw the car into park and jumped out, rushing through the gates. I checked the pool area first, praying Summer would be there, but it was empty. I ran inside, searching the living room and kitchen, calling her name over and over. "Summer!" No answer came back. I flew up the stairs, bursting into our bedroom—but she wasn’t there either. I checked the library, every room on the second floor… nothing. "Summer! Summer! God, where are you?" I’d left her sleeping this morning. Where could she have gone? I hurried back downstairs and nearly collided with Yaya Tams as she walked out of the kitchen. I blocked her path without hesitation. "Yaya Tam

When I opened my eyes, I had to take a moment to remember where I was. It took several seconds for everything to come flooding back—and with it, the familiar ache in my chest. I let out a heavy sigh. I looked toward the door when I heard movement outside. I got up quietly so I wouldn’t wake Summer, and stepped into the living area to find a familiar figure in the kitchen. She was sorting through grocery bags on the table, putting things away in the refrigerator. When she saw me, she paused and smiled warmly. "Good morning!" "Daphne," I greeted her, managing a smile of my own. I walked over to help her organize the groceries. "How are you two settling in?" she asked, placing condiments in the overhead cabinet. "We’re fine," I said, closing the fridge door before turning to face her. "I’m really sorry for imposing like this." I felt genuinely bad about this. We

I fought back as hard as I could, even though every movement sent pain shooting through my body. Vander had completely torn my shirt open now. I tried to crawl away from him, but he just yanked me back by my ankles. "V-vander, please… don’t do this." I cried, my eyes darting to Summer—she was still bowed over, sobbing quietly. "You know, when I was young," Vander began, and I turned to look at him. He was still squatting in front of me, twirling the gun in his hand like it was a toy. "Our maid scolded Carmilla for playing with a knife once. Carmilla cried, so I got angry—she was just a maid, she had no right to scold Carmilla. I tried to kill her. Unfortunately, she survived." He clicked his tongue in obvious disappointment. I tried to pull away again, but he dragged me closer once more. I was acutely aware that I was only in my bra and pants now, that my skin was scraped raw from being pulled across the concrete—but I didn’t care. I just had to get awa

During our first week back in New York, taking care of Summer was incredibly difficult. She refused to leave my side, barely letting me out of her sight—so I decided to homeschool her until she was ready to face the world again. Helios followed us to New York almost immediately. I knew he wanted to be with us, but my fears were confirmed—even her own father couldn’t get close to her. Summer would start crying and thrashing if anyone besides me tried to approach her, so Helios settled for staying in a condo nearby instead of moving in with us. I’d text him whenever we went out, and though he couldn’t come near, he’d follow us discreetly until we got home. I knew Summer was aware he was watching us, but she never said anything about it. To be honest, I felt sorry for Helios. I knew how much he wanted to talk to Summer, to hold her again—but pushing it would only make things worse. I had no idea when her trauma would fade, and I refused to force her i