On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 66

Author’s POV.

Tracy’s heart raced as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. He had caught a glimpse of her, and this time, he fastened the kiss, pushing the lady against the wall with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs.

The pain in her chest was overwhelming. Her heart shattered as the tears began to fall, unrelenting, as she turned and ran off.

Alex pulled away from the lady, letting out a heavy sigh. He tugged at his suit jacket, his breath escaping in shallow exhalations.

“I… I’m sorry about that. You… you looked like my girlfriend,” he lied to the lady, scratching the back of his neck, his discomfort visible. The lady smiled seductively, licking her lower lip, clearly unfazed by his apology.

“I don’t mind, handsome. We could start from here,” she winked, and Alex scoffed, walking away. She stared at him, fondling her chest, fantasizing about what could have been.

Tracy, in her car, had just finished calling Hazel to let her know she was leaving. The phone rang twice before it went unanswered. Tears continued to pour down her face as she sat in the car, struggling to control her emotions.

It had only been two weeks. Two weeks since she had hoped, prayed, and clung to the idea of them being together, and yet he had already replaced her. While she was here, holding on to the remnants of their love, he had moved on so easily. Was it all about her body, like he had confessed? The question echoed in her mind, making the tears flow harder. She couldn’t help but feel worthless.

With a burst of uncontrollable emotion, Tracy slammed her foot on the gas pedal, speeding away, not caring where she went. Her mind was a storm of memories, thoughts of Alex—their passionate nights—flashing through her like a raging fire. Each thought stoked the flames of desire and pain, and her heart ached with every recollection.

The music blared through the speakers, and she pushed the car harder, the speedometer creeping to 200 kilometers per hour. She needed relief—something, anything—to numb the pain. The club wasn’t an option. She needed to keep driving, her only goal was to escape the suffocating feelings she couldn’t control.

‘Fuck! Yes, Alex, just like that,’ the echo of her moans in her mind was a poison that kept her heart racing, urging her on.

‘You shouldn’t be thinking about this,’ she scolded herself, but it was all that kept her from falling apart.

Eventually, she reached a dead-end on an unfamiliar road. With a deep sigh, she slammed the car into reverse, speeding backward, losing control of the vehicle. Before she could react, the truck beside her smashed into her car.

“No!” she screamed, but it was too late. The crash was violent, the impact ripping her car apart, the glass from the windows shattering, cutting into her skin as she fell unconscious. Blood oozed from the wounds as everything around her went black.

Meanwhile, Hazel, unaware of the disaster unfolding, was sipping a drink, following the instructions that would earn her the title of a “good girl.” She knew what to do, to be praised, to be rewarded. The glass was almost empty, and she was about to stop drinking when her phone beeped. She checked the screen—it was Tracy. Hazel had missed her first call, but now, she was about to call her back when she was distracted by Axel’s men, who were introducing her to their work.

But, lost in the moment, Hazel failed to act as planned.

She finally picked up the call before it could end, her heart skipping a beat when a voice, not Tracy’s, came through the speaker.

“Hello, is this Miss Hazel?”

“Yes…” Hazel replied, her voice shaking as she set the glass down.

“The owner of this phone was involved in a fatal accident, and you were the last person she called.”

Hazel froze. Her knees gave way, and her throat felt dry. Hot, painful tears streamed down her face, but she couldn’t stop them.

‘Fatal,’ she mentally repeated the word. It was a grim term, one that spelled out death.

“Where… what’s the name of the hospital?” Hazel barely managed to ask, her voice cracking with emotion.

“City View.”

“Is… is she fine?” Hazel’s voice trembled, filled with helplessness.

“We can’t guarantee that, ma’am.”

Hazel nodded, the reality of it all sinking in. If only she had picked up the call sooner, maybe Tracy wouldn’t have been alone when the truck came. Maybe, just maybe, she could have saved her.

Axel, sensing something was wrong, rushed to her side when he saw her tears. He took the phone from her hand, his expression hardening.

“Are you okay?” he asked, worry lacing his voice.

Hazel shook her head, barely able to speak through her grief. “Tracy… Tracy…” she choked out.

Axel’s heart skipped a beat, the fear taking over him.

“What happened to Tracy?” His voice was filled with urgency, yet it still carried the weight of a deep, underlying emotion.

“She was involved in an accident and is at City Hospital.” Hazel’s voice cracked with another sob.

Axel’s eyes widened, and without a second thought, he turned and called out sharply.

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