All Chapters of Mommy, Please Forgive Daddy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61: The Lion’s DenCreighton’s POVI couldn't get the taste of her out of my mouth.Every time I closed my eyes I felt it. Her breath on my cheek. Her lower lip under my thumb. The way her shoulders gave for half a second before Maya opened the door.It was three in the morning. I sat at the black desk in my penthouse. The windows showed the whole city, wet and dark from the rain. A glass of bourbon sat next to me. I hadn't touched it.Sleep wasn't an option. So I chose to work.For four hours I tore through Vance Global's ledgers. Every cross-border transaction tied to the merger seven years ago. The shell company holding seventy percent of the default equity was registered under Arthur Marlow’s name. A dead man.It hadn't been sleeping. Someone put fresh money into the offshore master account forty-eight hours ago.Someone on the board had the master key.My screen flashed blue when the forens

CHAPTER 63: The Shield and the SparkCreighton’s POVThe silence in the grand hall didn't just happen—I tore it out of their throats.My hand stayed flat against the cold acrylic of the podium, my pulse heavy and steady while the room hung on a wire. The flashing lights felt hot on my back, but I didn't give the press line an inch."You want the truth?" I boomed into the microphone, my voice echoing off the high marble walls like thunder. "Or do you just want the blood Vance Global promised you?"Chairman Vance’s jaw twitched. He tried to speak, but the glare I locked onto him kept him pinned to his seat."Marcus," I said, not even looking back at the wing.Marcus stepped out from the side curtain, holding a black leather folio. He didn't hesitate. He walked straight down the line of international reporters, dumping stacks of hard-copy forensic reports directly onto the main press desk."What you saw on that s

CHAPTER 65: The Impostor's ShadowPriscilla’s POVThe iron doors of the county detention center slammed shut behind me with a hollow, echoing thud. The smell of cold concrete, industrial bleach, and stale rain hung thick in the air, instantly coating the back of my throat.Four armed guards escorted me down the narrow grey corridor, their tactical boots rhythmic against the linoleum floor. I kept my head high, my posture rigid, but inside, my pulse was hammering against my ribs like a caged bird.I was here to kill the lingering ghost of Darius Blair once and for all. I needed to see him stripped of his tailored suits and corporate authority, reduced to orange scrubs behind thick glass. I needed to look into the eyes of the man who had terrorized my children and tried to steal my life's work, and show him he no longer had a hold on me.Before we reached the visitor's wing, Detective Miller stepped out of a side room, waving off my security de

CHAPTER 67: BLOOD AND GLASSPRISCILLA’S POVThe warning about Chloe changed everything inside me. One second, I was thinking about my father and Creighton’s confession. The next, all I could think about was Leo and Maya. Chloe was near their school, and that was enough to make every other problem disappear. My children came first, and I needed to know they were safe.“Call Bree,” I said, gripping my phone tightly as Creighton pushed the car through traffic. My voice shook a little, but I tried to hide it. He immediately called her while rain hit the windows. I stared at the road ahead, silently begging her to answer because every second felt like something we could not afford to waste.“They’re not at the house,” Bree said, breathing quickly when she finally answered. Relief rushed through me before she explained that she had noticed a suspicious vehicle outside. She moved Leo and Maya before anything happened. I closed my eyes briefly, thankful she had trusted her instincts instead o

CHAPTER 69 — THE RECKONING AT DAWNPRISCILLA’S POVThe gunshot was still stuck in my head when the hospital doors closed behind Creighton. Everything after Chloe pulled that weapon happened too fast for me to process. Creighton stepped in front of me, the bullet hit him, and suddenly everyone was shouting. Now I sat outside surgery, staring at those doors and praying he would come back to me.I still had blood on my hands when the surgeon finally walked toward me. I stood before he reached me, barely breathing while he explained that the bullet had been removed and Creighton was stable. My knees almost gave way from relief. After hours of fear, I finally allowed myself to believe that he was going to survive for the first time in hours.They moved him into a private room later that night, and I stayed beside his bed. The machines made soft sounds around us while the city outside slowly became quiet. I barely slept. Every few minutes, I looked at his face, then at his bandaged shoulder