Peyton’s road was more treacherous. She had to make peace not only with the life she led, but with the man who drove her to it. Peyton no longer sought her father’s attention. She got plenty of it during her recovery. It was funny how somebody like Aldrich Daniels could do a complete one-eighty.
He swore to his daughter that he’d change. His confession to the feds was the first step. Daniels even went so far as to opening his heart to Peyton. If she wanted to stay with him, he wouldn’t fight it. He also wouldn’t continue to strut her in front of eligible rich men.
My baby said no.
No to the big-ass house on too much land.
No to the fancy cars, clothing, and jewels.
No to Aldrich Daniels and his too-late parenting.
We were free to live the lives we wanted without giving up our identities.
Deep down I wanted to be a selfish prick, but I couldn’t. If Peyton wanted a chance at a relationship with her father, I wouldn’t get in the way.
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