All Chapters of Falling For The Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Daisy’s POV I was in the guest room of Vincenzo's house, staring at the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts, when the muffled sound of voices reached my ears. I frowned, pushing the covers off my body and slipping out of bed. Curiosity got the best of me as I stepped out into the hallway, following the sounds. As I reached the staircase, I froze at the sight before me. Antonio was sitting in one of the armchairs in the living room, and perched right on his lap was Sofia, clinging onto him like she had every right to be there. She trailed her nails down his chest, her lips were only a few inches from his. I felt disgusted at the sight. I should have turned around. I should have ignored them. But then I heard Sofia speak. “How about you and I go have some fun before your dad arrives?” She whispered seductively, running her fingers through Antonio’s hair. Antonio sighed, his hands resting on her hips. “Baby, I’m trying to make my dad have a good impression of you, so this isn’t the t

The Fontana house was quiet when Daisy stepped inside, she thought no one was around. Daisy had been ignoring er fathers calls for days knowing he would be furious. That’s why she decided to come back home before he tries to find her himself, and also because she was hiding from Vincenzo.As she stepped into the living room, her father, Mr Fontana, sat on the leather couch, his fingers drumming against the armrest. His eyes followed her as she entered. “where the hell have you been?” He asked, his voice was filled with irritation. “I’ve been calling you for days, and you had the audacity to ignore me?” Daisy tried to recover from being startled. “I was working. My boss needed me to handle some urgent matters so I’ve been at his place.” Her fathers expression darkened. “At his place? You’ve been staying in a man's house?” Before Daisy could answer, she heard the sound of footsteps. Sofia stormed in, her face stained with tears. As soon as she saw Daisy, she was filled with so much

Vincenzo’s black car rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance of the Fontana mansion. His presence sent waves of fear and tension through the household staff.as he stepped out, dressed in a tailored black suit, his eyes scanned the estate like a predator surveying its territory. Inside the mansion, Sofia’s father, Giovanni Fontana, was seated in his study, holding a glass of whiskey when suddenly, a guard entered. “Don Marino is here,” the guard announced. Giovanni’s brows furrowed in confusion. Vincenzo Marino had never once stepped foot in his home. If anything, the only connection between their families was the upcoming wedding between Sofia and Antonio. For a moment, fear crossed his mind. Was Vincenzo here to call off the wedding because of the trouble caused by daisy? If so, Daisy would pay dearly for that. Giovanni stood up, masking his concern. He straightened his suit and walked toward the living room where Vincenzo was being led in by his men. “Don Marino,” Giovann

Daisy’s POV My whole body ached when I woke up. My head felt heavy but the bed beneath me was so soft. This wasn’t my room. I turned my head slowly, and took in the familiar surroundings. I was in HIS room.Vincenzo Mariano’s room.A gentle clearing of the throat made me turn my head.The doctor stood nearby, watching me with a small smile. “You’re awake,” he said. “That’s good.”I tried to sit up, I winced slightly as my body protested. The doctor moved closer, adjusting the blanket around me. “Easy now. You should rest a little more.” He said. “You had quite a rough experience.” I forced a weak smile. “I’m fine. Where is….”“He’s on his way,” the doctor replied, not letting me finish. “He’ll be here soon.”I nodded, feeling my nervousness increase. Would he still be mad at me? Would he finally decide to punish me even worse than my father did?I didn’t have to wonder for long because the door opened, and Vincenzo stepped in. His 6ft frame filled the doorway.I met his gaze and smi

Daisy’s POVI was stunned when a guard arrived with my belongings in neatly packed boxes. My gaze moved to Vincenzo, who sat casually in his leather chair, sipping a glass of whiskey and going through some documents.“You sent for my things?” I asked in disbelief, asi ranmy fingers along the edge of one of the boxes.He swirled the whiskey in his glass before looking up at me. “I figured you’d need a few things, so I asked them to go get some of your stuff.” He said simply. “Although, if it were up to me, i'd rather have them discarded.”“Discarded? Why?”“Yes. A fresh start is what you need, daisy. From now on, I want you to see this as your new home.”I swallowed hard. Home? This was his house. Not mine. I don’t belong here.“I…” I started out but hesitated. “I don’t understand why you’re doing all this for me. I appreciate your help sir, but I’m afraid I can’t live here.”Vincenzo leaned forward, placing his glass on the table. “You still don’t get it, do you?” His stare sent shive