All Chapters of Mommy Please Come Back, Daddy Is Sorry : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Andrew~ The room was dark except for the single lamp on the mahogany desk. Its warm light spilled across the canvas. I stood before the painting I had created myself over the years, it was a masterpiece of hatred. Marcus stared back at me from the canvas, his face twisted in agony. Deep gashes of red paint slashed across his cheeks and throat. His deep blue eyes, the same shade as mine, were wide with terror and pain. Blood dripped from his mouth, from his nose, from the crown I had painted cracking on his head. He looked broken. Defeated. Exactly how I wanted him. My fingers traced the edge of the frame, almost lovingly. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. The moment I will finally bring this painting to life. And the time has come. It felt so good that I didn't have to wait anymore. A slow, wicked smile spread across my face as I stepped back, admiring my work. The hatred I felt for my younger brother had been festering since we were children. I was the firstb

~Isla~ The afternoon sun was pouring through Sophia’s big bay windows, throwing warm golden patches all over the marble floor. I was curled up on the plush cream sofa across from her, sketchpad balanced on my lap, surrounded by a total mess of fabric swatches, gemstones, and half-finished designs. Sophia, my closest friend in Paris and a rising socialite, was getting engaged in three months, and she had asked me personally to design the jewelry for her engagement party.“I love the sapphire idea,” Sophia said, leaning forward with excitement, her long blonde hair falling over one shoulder. “But what if we added emeralds instead? No, wait… maybe a mix? Or perhaps rose gold with diamonds? Oh God, Aurelia, I keep changing my mind. Help me!”I smiled patiently, tapping my pencil against the sketchpad. “Sophia, breathe. The sapphire base is elegant and timeless. It matches your eyes perfectly. If you want to add emeralds, we can do subtle accents, small clusters around the main stone. It

Author Pov The living room of the Calloway mansion was heavy with tension, the kind that clung to the air like smoke from a dying fire. Linda Calloway paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her silk robe swishing with every sharp turn. Her face was pale, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fury. Cara sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her legs bouncing nervously, fingers twisting the hem of her designer blouse. The news had hit them like a thunderbolt. Marcus had been arrested, locked away for crimes he hadn't committed. It all meant that the company, their entire world of luxury, power, and status was at risk of crumbling. If Marcus went down, everything they had fought for, everything they had manipulated to keep, would be gone. “No way,” Linda muttered, her voice trembling but filled with defiance. “Nothing can happen to him. We can’t let that bastard Andrew win. Not after everything we’ve done to protect this family.” Cara looked up, her eyes red from crying. “I can

I paced the length of my bedroom, my eyes never leaving the television as every news station repeated the same headline. Marcus Collaway had been arrested. The authorities claimed they had gathered enough evidence to keep one of the country's most powerful businessmen behind bars for years. I should have been celebrating. For years, I had dreamed of this moment. I had imagined the day the man who ruined my life would finally answer for everything he had done. I thought watching him fall would fill the emptiness inside me and make every sleepless night worth it. Instead, I felt... unsettled. A strange heaviness settled in my chest, refusing to leave no matter how many times I told myself that this was justice. I sank into the armchair by the window, my hands gripping the armrests so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Before I knew it, memories began creeping into my mind. Marcus refusing to believe a single word I said. The disgust in his eyes as he listened to everyone bu

The water was colder than I had expected. It wrapped around my body as I slowly swam farther into the pool, the lights beneath the surface casting soft ripples across the water. Andrew swam a short distance away from me with smooth, effortless strokes. I watched him quietly. Most men would have taken this as an opportunity to get closer, to brush against me under the excuse of helping me swim or keeping me warm. Andrew did neither. He kept a respectful distance, giving me space even though we were completely alone. It was one of the things I admired most about him. He never crossed a line. I continued floating lazily, waiting. I needed the right moment. If I was too obvious, he would know something was wrong. Then, as if fate had heard my thoughts, Andrew turned and began swimming away from me. His back faced me, and pulse quickened. This was it. My eyes locked onto his bare back. My heart skipped a beat, my breath stopped. There was nothing. No scar. No mark. His skin was