Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 195

I take a deep breath and lean back as my father gnashes his teeth, clearly still trying to figure a way o "Stop wasting your energy," I snap. "It's done. I want you to listen to me, and do as I say, and if you do My father's eyes go immediately to the bottle, knowing that it can only be one thing.

"We don't have a lot of time, dad," I say softly, "so I'll keep this short. But it's important to me that you keep him under control while you burned his life to the ground and stole his empire? You forgot abou "But you're..." he croaks, reaching out a hand towards me. I don't let him finish.

"Pregnant?" I say with a sigh, looking at him steadily. "Yes. A girl? Absolutely. Young, naïve, delicate? S Kent Lippert never made."

Slowly, deliberately, I smooth a hand down over my stomach.

My father's face reddens with rage as his gaze snaps to my stomach and he puts the pieces together. "That's right," I hiss, leaning forward so that I'm bent over the table now, baring my teeth. "You may ha And then I slam a hand down on the antidote, smashing it down into the table. My father gasps, clearl Slowly, raising my hand, I let him see that the bottle is unbroken. But the message is clear: his life is i Because that's the thing none of these men have considered - all they thought about was destroying And god damn it, I'm going to make them pay through the teeth for it.

Daniel stands up, knowing his cue, and heads to the door. Once he realizes that the antidote is still sa father's eyes go wide as he realizes that it is his notary - the one he uses for all of his business.

My father starts to growl something about him about betrayal, but I snap at him to shut it and rathe helps him set out the intended paperwork, as we've practiced.

"Here's what's going to happen next," I say, my voice sharp and efficient now as I stand up straight and enterprise to either me or to Fiona, as previously agreed by the two of us." "Fiona?" my father croaks, his eyes again wide as he shakes his head at me.

IS.

will give you this." Very carefully, I lift an even smaller vial from the little pocket I sewed into the side of my dress. Carefully, I place it on the table.

e that it's your oversight that put you in this position. Because while you thought of the thousand ways that Kent could retaliate against you, and how to

ean forward now, fire burning coldly in my eyes. "But you let all of those parts of my identity convince you that I'm not a player in this game. A mistake that

cked the king, but you forgot about his queen. You f*****g fool."

ic with worry that it will break, but the bottle just falls flat against the wood beneath my palm, as I knew it would. ands now, and a big part of me is angry enough to let him die for what he did not to Kent, but to me. world, and gave no thought to the fact that they destroyed mine as well.

father's eyes frantically follow Daniel as he opens the door to let in a notary public, who looks around the room with his shoulders anxiously bunched. My surprise he does. A little pleasure stirs in me as I realize that he's finally getting it - that I'm in charge. Daniel leads the notary to my father's side and

my arms over my chest. "Mr. Worth is going to show you where to sign some paperwork. And in doing so, you will pass all of the individual pieces of your

"Yes," I say, turning my head a little as I consider him. "Another of the women in your family treated better by the Lipperts than by you. Or, at least marginally better," I say with a shrug, "Because Kent was not always kind. But I'm a Lippert now, and I've been very generous with her."

My father snarls as Daniel comes back to my side. The notary stands awkwardly next to my father, offering him a pen. "I will never -"

"You will -" I shout, starting to get sick of these protests. "Because it doesn't matter to me if you'd rather die than turn it all over to me now. Because if you die, I get it all anyway."

My father stares at me, confused, and the notary anxiously clears his throat before pulls another document out of his bag, laying it carefully before my father. "Your will, sir. Which you had me change months ago? To make...Fay Lippert, your daughter, your singular heir?" "What?" he gasps.

"The day you hired me," Daniel explains, perfectly cool. "It was a long day of signing for both of us - but I had a few extras page slipped into the packet. But your signature is there," he says with a shrug, "witnessed by myself, and by the notary. It's totally valid." My father looks up at the notary for confirmation. While the notary is clearly terrified, he nods anxiously and taps on the will. "You signed it, sir. I was - it is verified."

My father's breath comes in quick rasps now and he scrambles at the buttons of his collar, seeking air. Time is short now.

"Notarized copies of this will exist in at least three safety deposit boxes across the state, of course," I say, wanting this done and getting sick of all of the divergences. As soon as my father realizes that he's locked into this, the sooner this can be over. And I very much want it to be over.

"So," Daniel says, nodding to the notary, who again holds out a pen to my father. "I'd suggest you sign. Because at least if you do that, you'll live to fight this in court. Or take a shot back at us. Or...whatever it is you want to try. But either way, we're leaving this room with what we want. And your time..." he says, hesitating and looking at my father's purpling face, the veins starting to stand out on his neck, "is running short, Alden."

Frustrated, pissed as hell, my father grabs the pen from the notary's hand and starts to sign the paperwork. The notary, still flustered, flips through the pages as fast as he can, pointing at the places my father needs to sign. As he does Daniel takes a deep breath and moves around the table, to the sideboard, where he pours himself another glass of champagne.

I watch him, curious, wondering if he should have it. Because he still has to drive us after this.

But then I look away from him, ignoring it. Because I have bigger things to worry about it.

As my father nears the end of the pile, I put my two hands on the table and lean forward, speaking to him softly.

"I am sorry it had to go this way, father," I say, meaning it. "But you destroyed my life too, when you destroyed Kent's. And you should have realized that I'd retaliate. I am, after all, your daughter." He raises his eyes now, finishing his last signature, looking at me with disgust. But that just makes me smile.

"Family is everything, after all," I say quietly, holding his gaze. "And the Lippert's are my family now. And you? You're nothing to me. Not anymore."

I straighten as the notary gathers the papers into his briefcase and nods to me. "Digital copies in half an hour," he murmurs. "Physical copies in the boxes by the end of the day."

"Thank you, Mr. Worth," I reply, not looking at him as he scurries to the door. "Your fee will be wired when we have confirmation."

The notary leaves without another word and I lift the tiny vial off the table, intending to toss it across the table so that my father can guzzle it down. His eyes move directly to it, hungry, desperate -

But before I can even wind my hand back, Daniel moves, a flash of silver in his hand -

And I gasp, my eyes going wide, as Daniel swiftly grasps my father by the stray strands of hair growing on his scalp, and pulls his head back, and drags a knife across his throat.

My hands fly to my mouth as blood burbles from the long slash in my father's neck, quickly drenching his skin, his shirt -

There's a horrible, gasping groan before my father falls slack against the back of his chair, his head lolling grotesquely to the side.

"Daniel," I whisper, my eyes shooting up to my husband as my father's life spills red down his chest. "What - what did you do?