All Chapters of Falling For My Father’s Son: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Daniel’s POV I had expected my father to be gone by morning, but when I got down to the downstairs lounge, his face was the first thing that greeted me. He was wearing that wild, annoying smile that somehow managed to crawl under my skin and settle there like an old wound refusing to heal. Annabel walked beside me, too calm, or maybe too ashamed to meet anyone’s eyes. I’d managed to drag her out of bed after she’d insisted she wasn’t ready to face my mother yet. She didn’t know how to look at her, not after everything that had happened. But what she didn’t know was that there was a bigger issue at hand, one that would make Mom forget about us for now. Richard’s eyes found us first, and his voice echoed excitedly in the hall, dragging everyone’s attention. “Look who’s here.” He clapped a light hand in the air. “My son, in whom I’m well pleased.” My jaw clenched, my heart twisted, aching so badly I thought it might burst out of my chest. Annabel’s fingers slid into my fist, her

Annabel’s POV Packing shouldn’t be this hard. It’s just clothes. Just shoes. Just books I barely read. Just memories I should’ve outgrown. Yet every shirt I folded felt like it had Daniel’s hands somewhere on it, his ghost. His scent. His presence. My suitcase lay open on the bed, waiting. I was going to Miami again, but this time not with Daniel. Just me. A fresh start. A clean slate Somewhere I believe maybe I might get a better life that I deserve. I stuffed another hoodie inside my bag, pressing down on it like I could suffocate the ache rising in my throat. My eyes burned. My chest was tight. Every second felt like I was ripping myself out of a place I wasn’t ready to leave. This is for the best, I told myself. This is what you chose. New life. No men. No Daniel. Then why did my hands keep shaking? I tried breathing normally, but the room felt small as if it was mocking me. After I walked out of Daniel’s office, I headed straight home. And now I was here, s

Daniel’s POV I was still in my office staring in an open window without looking at anything in particular, the thought of finally losing Annabel still clustered in my head, tormenting me. God. After everything we have been through. My phone vibrated from the table the third time, loud and taunting that I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I cursed under my breath and walked over to get it. With my hand still tucked inside my pocket I picked up my phone and it was an unknown number. “Hello, who is this?” The end line was silent at first and I got annoyed, but was about to cut it off when his voice rang out. “Is me Daniel, Annabel’s father” he added desperately. I didn’t even know how I felt at the moment, because he was the last person I expected to call me and I wondered what it could be. “Mr.Green.” I called out in a low voice. “How may I be of help?” Silence. Then, his rough breath came out from the phone before he spoke. “We need to talk. I’m at Annabel’s place.” My

Daniel’s POV The moment I walked into the company, it was exactly as I expected. My staff were all busy, phones buzzing, instructions flying here and there. Better. Because they knew me well enough to imagine what I could have done if I had walked in on them acting cool and calm while everything we had built for months was on the verge of crashing down. After Brenda called me this morning to inform me that a bug had been detected in the Evergreen dating app, I knew better than to tell Annabel. It would only demoralize her. She had poured all her sweat and time into bringing that app to life. And just when we were so close to achieving our goal….now this? I was still lost in my thoughts when hurried footsteps and heavy breathing approached from behind just as my finger hovered over the elevator button. “Boss.” “Mr. Stroke.” I didn’t need to be told before turning around that it was Brenda. Finally, she appeared before me, panting. “Good morning, Mr. Stroke,” she greeted, low

Daniel's POV Back at the resort, the atmosphere was completely different. The loud chaos of the club was replaced with quiet tension. We all sat in the private lounge. James had already wiped the blood from his lip, but his shirt was torn from the fight. I leaned back in the chair across from him, while Cassian stood near the window and Leo remained by the door. For a long moment, no one spoke. Then James finally broke the silence. “You owe me an explanation.” “Never,” I said, leaning forward slowly. “If anyone here has an explanation, it’s you.” “You must be insane!” he spat. “You just attacked me in public, and you’re here blabbing about what I don’t know.” “Maybe if you didn’t sabotage my company, all this wouldn’t have happened.” “And who told you I did?” “I don’t need to be told, James.” He rubbed his temple. “Daniel, as much as you and I hate each other.…” He looked up. “I’m not stupid enough to destroy my own investment.” The words hung in the air, because he was