All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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The extent of Thomas's wrath

Third POV "Call Isaiah," Zella whispered, her voice barely audible through her split lips. "Please, Oliver. Just dial his number. That's all you have to do." Oliver's fingers trembled over the phone screen, tears dripping onto the glass. It had taken every strength he could muster to be able to steal the phone from his mother. He had taken it when she was distracted and beating up Zella. "What if they…what if she catches me. Mom will be mad!” He sniffed. Oliver had discovered the past few weeks that his mother did crazy things when she was mad. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of her blows just like Zella had been barely an hour ago. "Just do it." Zella tried to push herself up on her elbows but couldn't. "Please. Before they come back." He nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, and started scrolling through the contacts

The bargain

Zella The sound of Oliver's screams cut through the walls. He sounded so broken. I turned my attention to the doorway, my body trembling, my mind refusing to accept what I had just heard. He killed her. My father just killed Delilah. It was…I couldn't believe it. I heard every smash of her against the wall. I heard Oliver's screams as he begged. It had to be done? Seriously? That was all he could say after murdering a woman—the mothdr of his son in cold blood. The door opened. Thomas walked in, looking calm as if he didn't just kill someone. There was blood on his hands. Fresh blood. "You're a monster," I whispered, my voice hoarse from Delilah's attempt to suffocate me. "How…how could I have ever been so blind? I trusted you, dad. I… I trusted you.”

Daddy is coming

Zella "Get up," Dad ordered, grabbing my arm and hauling me to my feet roughly. Pain exploded through my body. My legs barely held me up, and I would have collapsed if he hadn't been gripping me so tightly. Why were we moving again? I was so exhausted, and I could hardly keep my eyes open anymore at this rate. "Where are you taking me?" I gasped. "Somewhere your husband will never find you." He started dragging me toward a back exit I hadn't noticed before. "At least not before I'm done with him." We stepped out into the darkness. It was night already. The warehouse was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense woods. Thomas had a flashlight that beamed through the trees as he pulled me forward. I stumbled, my twisted ankle screaming in protest. He didn't slow down. he just yanked m

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Isaiah The meeting location was exactly what I had expected. It was a clearing in the woods that was isolated, with only one road in and out. Thomas wasn't stupid. He had chosen somewhere he could control. I was sure he had also chosen somewhere close to wherever he was hiding Zella. I was counting on that, at least. Zella was his bargaining chip, and he would want her close enough for him to get to her but hidden enough so that I could never find her. The only reason I wouldn't be able to kill him was because he alone knew where he stashed my wife. I would bet that his plan was to get rid of me anyway. "Everyone in position?" I murmured into my earpiece as I drove. "Of course," Nico's voice came through. "Thermal imaging from the drone we sent shows one person in the clearing. It's likely Thomas. We're sweeping the surrounding area now."

Finally, under arrest

Third Person POV “That's where Zella is,” Thomas heard Isaiah say. His eyes widened as he realized Zella's location had been found. "You son of a-" Isaiah lunged for him. The massive man moved faster than Thomas expected, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His fist connected with Thomas's jaw with a sickening crack, sending the smaller man stumbling backward. The gun flew from Thomas's hand, skittering across the dirt. "You locked her in a fucking bunker?!” Isaiah's voice was pure venom as he grabbed Thomas by the collar and slammed him against a tree. "How dare you? How fucking DARE you?! His fist came down again and again, bashing Thomas's face. Thomas tried to fight back, throwing wild punches but they did nothing to stop the hulk currently trying to kill him. "She's pregnant!" Isaia

Home, sweet home

Zella I was free. Paramedics surrounded me, checking my vitals. I winced when they pointed flashlights in my eyes, checking the injuries on my body. "Possible concussion," one of them said. "She definitely has bruised ribs, maybe even cracked ones. We need to get her to a hospital for a full examination." "The baby?" My voice was hoarse. “What about my baby?” The female paramedic smiled softly. "The heartbeat is strong. But we need to do an ultrasound to be sure everything's okay. You've been through significant trauma." Significant did not even begin to cut it. I nodded, relief washing over me so intensely I felt dizzy. The baby was okay. Our baby was okay. "We need to move you to the ambulance," the paramedic continued. "Can you walk, or should we get a stretcher?" "I can walk."

Family is beyond blood

Third Person POV The police station was chaotic. There were officers processing arrests, phones ringing, people shouting. In the middle of it all, Oliver sat on a hard plastic chair in the hallway, staring at nothing. "Kid, you can go home now," an officer told him an hour ago. "We got your statement. You're free to leave." Oliver hadn't moved.Where would he go? Home? What home? His mother's blood was still on his clothes. Hismidn constantly replayed his own father, choking her to death as he slammed her into the wall over and over. No. Not his father. Thomas wasn't his father. Isaiah was. Except Isaiah wasn't really either, was he? There was no way Isaiah King would accept him as his son after all that had happened. Oliver had no one. He was completely utterly alone. "Hey." A different officer crouched i

A conversation

Zella "You need to stop moving so much," Sasha fussed, adjusting the pillows behind my back for the third time in five minutes. "The doctor said rest." "The doctor said I'm healing well," I corrected, trying to sit up straighter in bed. "Which means I can move around a little." "Well, Uncle Zay said bed rest." "Isaiah says a lot of things." I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "And if I stay in this bed one more minute, I'm going to lose my mind." "Zee, stop being so stubborn!" "I'm fine, Sasha. Really." I stood slowly, testing my balance. My ribs hurt like crazy but it wasn't as bad as a few days ago. "I just need to walk around and stretch my legs. I need to feel human again." Sasha sighed but moved to my side, her arm hovering near my elbow in case I needed support. "You're as stubborn as Uncle Zay is."

Cold feet

Zella I could feel Isaiah's eyes on me. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that reflected off the pool where I floated. The water was warm and perfect, and for the first time in weeks, I felt almost normal again. Almost. My ribs had healed. The nightmares were less frequent. Our baby was growing strong and healthy according to every check-up, but there was still this tension between Isaiah and me. This unspoken thing we both danced around. Our contract marriage would be complete tomorrow. One year of being married to him was done. He had raised it once, and I bailed, running to my room because I didn't know what to say when he brought it up, and we never talked about it again. I turned in the water, catching his intense gaze from where he sat on the lounge chair. He was shirtless, wearing only swim tru

A love worth fighting for

Zella "What... what's going on?" Isaiah grinned and brought the microphone to his lips. "Hello, Princess," he said, his voice echoing through the ballroom. "Sorry for the dramatic entrance. I needed to do this right, and you almost ruined my surprise. Trust me, it was hard keeping this from you.” I stood frozen, my heart hammering, aware of hundreds of eyes on me, but unable to look away from him. "A year ago," Isaiah continued, "I made the best decision of my life, making you mine. Then I made the biggest mistake of my life asking that it should only last a year. A year would never be enough, I knew that right from the start, Princess.” He stepped out from under the floral arch, moving closer to me. "Every single day since then has proven that. I need you, Zella. I've needed you for a long fucking ti

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