All Chapters of SUBMITTING TO MY FATHER’S DRIVER : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ARIA POVIt’s been days since I last saw Adrian.My father casually mentioned yesterday that Adrian had requested two weeks off from work for personal reasons. And he wouldnʼt want to meddle with his affairs. I couldn’t be angrier. The fact that he didnʼt even care to let me know pisses me the fuck off. But I refused to let it show. I refused to let Adrian’s sudden disappearance bother me. No guy, no matter how intense, how possessive, or how capable of making my body burn and my heart beat, was worth losing my mind over. I was a fucking Bennett. We donʼt fall apart over men, we didn’t chase after them. We kept our heads high even when everything around us was crumbling. My mother is a sufficient motivation. So I buried the hurt, the confusion, the questions, and the ache between my legs deep inside and carried on with my life as if nothing had happened.My mother had already flown back to Paris. The fight she had with my father before she left was one of the worst I had witnessed i

ARIA POVI shut the heavy oak door of my fatherʼs office behind me, and immediately I did, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I stood in the hallway for a long moment, leaning against the cool wall, one hand pressed to my chest as if that could slow my heartbeat. My breathing came in shallow, uneven breaths. The silk blouse I had chosen this evening suddenly felt too tight, too constricting my breath, like it was trying to choke me.I have to get married within a month, or a forced ball where I would have to parade myself in front of every eligible man my father deemed “suitable.”The words kept replaying in my head. I felt dizzy, nauseous, and so incredibly angry that my hands were shaking. I had always known my life wasn’t entirely my own, I was a Bennett, after all, but this felt like the final nail in the coffin of whatever freedom I had left.I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm myself. The image of Adrian flashed through my mind uninvited, but I waved it off immediatel

ADRIAN POVThe old pier was getting darker with each passing moment. The sea waves are crashing against the weathered wooden posts below us. The moonlight painted everything in shades of yellow, turning the scene almost romantic, if it weren’t for the anger building inside my chest, one would think we were a couple having our best time. Aria stood in front of me, tears streaming down her beautiful face, her voice breaking as she told me everything her father had said. Each felt like a knife between my ribs.The rage that exploded in me consumed me. It burned through every vein in my body, carefully breaking every layer of control I had spent two years building. I clenched my hands into fists at my sides tightly, so that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. I clenched my jaw so hard, my entire body vibrated with the need to destroy something, or someone.I had spent two years planning Victor Bennett’s downfall. Two years infiltrating his house as his lowly, obedient driver.And

ARIA POVThe moment I closed my bedroom door and turned the lock with a soft click, my heart felt so heavy. I stood there for several long seconds, pressing my back against the wood, breathing hard like I had just run a marathon. My hands were still shaking from all the emotions running through me. I forced myself to move.The walk-in closet lights turned on automatically as I stepped inside, bathing the space in soft, warm illumination. Rows upon rows of designer clothes stared back at me, dresses I had worn to galas, jackets that cost more than most people’s monthly rent, shoes that had never seen anything but marble floors and red carpets. This closet alone was a symbol of everything I was about to lose.Tears blurred my vision again as I began pulling things off the hangers with my shaky hands.I took a loose jeans, a couple of hoodie, simple t-shirts, underwear, and a warm jacket. I folded everything quickly, trying not to think too hard about what I was doing. My passport went

ARIA POVI stood outside the double doors of the private dining room for what felt like an eternity, my hands hovering just above the ornate gold handle. My reflection stared back at me from the glass surface, I saw my pale face, swollen red eyes that no amount of cold water and concealer could fully hide, and my lips pressed into a thin line. I looked exactly like what I was, a girl who had just had her one chance at freedom ripped away.My father’s last words still rang in my ears, making my whole body rise in anger. _“Smile like your life depends on it, because right now, it does.”_I took a deep breath, raised my shoulders the way I had been trained to do since I was a child, and forced my face into the perfect Bennett look, forcing myself to appear calm and elegant, while screaming internally that everything was fine. Then I opened the door.The private dining room was breathtaking, as always. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the long mahogany table set for two. Fresh