On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 58

Author’s POV

Tracy woke up the next day with a soft flutter in her chest. Her first thought was of him—of waking up beside the man her heart beat for. A smile almost curled on her lips… until she turned to the side and met emptiness. Cold sheets. No warmth. No trace of him.

Her heart skipped a beat. She jolted upright, pulling herself into a sitting position, eyes scanning the room quickly—desperately. But there were no signs of his belongings. No clothes. No watch. Not even his cologne lingering in the air.

Panic stirred in her stomach.

He left…

He really left.

“How could he leave without a word? What could be so important?” she whispered to herself, throwing off the covers and stepping out of bed.

The clock read past 10 a.m.

She forced herself to calm down, convincing her heart that he might have left for the office early. Maybe something urgent came up, and he didn’t want to wake her. Maybe he thought she looked peaceful sleeping. She clung to that idea, holding it close like a blanket of comfort.

She walked into the bathroom and spent a long while going through her morning routine—trying to push away the tightness forming in her chest. She brushed, bathed, moisturized, pampered herself—yet none of it could fill the space that had been created by his absence.

After a while, she dressed in something simple and climbed back into bed, pulling the covers around her. She waited.

He’ll text. Any minute now…

But the seconds became minutes. The minutes crawled into hours.

By noon, Tracy was pacing. It wasn’t like him not to check in. Not even a simple “Good morning” text? Nothing?

Her chest felt hollow. Her fingers trembled as she picked up her phone and typed out a message:

“Hello, Alex. Woke up without you by my side. I hope your day is going great. Get back soon.”

She tried to smile at the message—tried to believe it would reach him and he’d reply. She set the phone aside and tucked herself under the duvet, opening her laptop to distract herself with a movie.

After a while, she ordered food. The maids brought it up within 45 minutes, placing the tray gently on the bedside table.

She tried to eat. Tried to laugh at the movie. But her eyes kept drifting back to her phone. She checked the message.

Still not delivered.

Maybe his phone is off… maybe the network is bad… maybe…

But her instincts screamed something else.

Heart racing, she placed a call.

It rang once. Then straight to voicemail.

She tried again. And again.

Nothing.

It was the fourth time—when the call didn’t even ring, just forwarded immediately—that reality began to settle in like a slow, choking fog.

He blocked me.

The thought stabbed her in the chest.

“No…” she whispered to herself, clutching the phone tighter. “He wouldn’t… not Alex…”

She refused to believe it. Her Alex—who had held her so tenderly the night before, who had looked at her like she was the only woman in the world—he wouldn’t just vanish.

Still, the phone remained silent. And her heart continued to ache.

She kept trying to comfort herself with positive thoughts, wrapping herself in denial like a second skin. But deep down, something in her already knew the truth.

The Next Day

Alex smiled as he placed the pen down, the final signature sealing the deal. He slid the file across the table to the young man sitting opposite him.

“Thanks for this,” Mr. Romano said, a younger version of his powerful father. His smile was polite, but firm, the kind of smile only men raised in power carried. Alex nodded back at him, business-like.

Moments later, the secretary entered the room with three glasses and a bottle of wine—just as Axel had requested. She poured the drinks, the red liquid swirling in crystal.

They raised their glasses.

“To a healthy business relationship,” Mr. Romano said.

They clinked glasses, and each took a sip.

With the contract finalized, Mr. Romano soon returned to his office, and the room shifted from formal to celebratory. Alex leaned back in his seat, visibly relaxed.

“This calls for a celebration,” he said with a satisfied grin.

Axel stood near the window, arms folded across his chest. He turned toward Alex, amusement tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I won’t deny that,” Axel replied. “Have invitations printed and sent to Mr. Li and our other partners. I want a small party.”

Alex chuckled as he took another sip of wine.

“You’re not even letting the man recover from the heart attack you gave him last week.”

Axel’s expression darkened slightly, though his tone remained cool. “He doesn’t have the right to breathe, let alone threaten me. He brought that on himself.”

Alex raised his glass again, smirking. “He missed the ‘E’ in your name. Evil does exist.”

Axel didn’t respond. He simply turned away from the teasing, walking toward the desk and picking up his phone.

Without hesitating, he dialed Hazel.

He smiled at the first pick and his face stretched into a smile.

“Hello, Daddy.” her pretty voice greeted his ears, her choice of words and soothing voice left him wanting more of them.

“This could be your chance to talk to Alex, he could have a reason and you could both sort it out.

Tracy thought about it for a moment, affirming that Haxel was right, though she was trying to not act as if she cared, but it hurt deeply and she would sleep less not knowing the cause of his action.

She stared up at Hazel and nodded her head.

“I will go with you.”

Hazel smiled and flashed Tracy a smile.

“That's more like it.”

HOME!

Hazel walked into the living room responding to all the greetings that came from the guard along side Travy.

They were both used to having people at their knees and callings, that it became extremely irrelevant to them.

“You should sit.”Hazel flashed Tracy a smile and Tracy nodded with a smile taking a seat.

A maid walked in with a tray, and a cup of wine sitting pretty on it.

“Young Princess ask that I deliver this to you you.”

Tracy flashed the lady a smile and took the cup from her.

“Thank you.”

The Maid bowed and stridden away.

Tracy seat solemnly and awaited Hazel’return.

Her heart kept racing as she stared around like it was her first time being here.

She knew Hazel might take a few more minutes talking to Axel and she would stay here Fidgeting about how to approach Alex when he came downstairs too.

While she sat and waited for Hazel’s return.

She heard the greeting of the guards and the strong Cologne of Alex, her heart leaped, and her body trembled, she played with her hand for as long as he took to get

Into the living room.

His eyes landed on her and his heart leaped, causing an abrupt halt in his step.

“Good day, Alex.” she composed herself to say, the moment she walked up to him, however, she regretted her actions, cause he just halted and stared at her as if he had never seen her before.

“I.…. you… you left without saying a word and you have not been picking up your calls or returning my messages...”

She still managed to express herself, however, he just stood there his hands tripped in his coat pocket and his face as blank as never before, staring at her like they never shared anything together before.