Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 98

"Are you ready?" ask Marcello to Marissa.

Marissa took a deep breath and tried to calm her raging heart.

"Yes!"

Slowly Marcello led Marissa to her private room. Joe and Dian followed the couple's footsteps from behind.

"Master, Joe. I'm really nervous. I'm afraid Marissa can't accept Mr. Abraham as her father." - Dian, who walks side by side with Joe.

"I don't think it's possible, Lady Dian. Since Miss Marissa is a good girl, she can definitely accept Mr. Riyadh Abraham as her father" Joe replied without looking at her for a second.

Dian had a glimpse of Joe, after which he returned to focus forward. "Hopefully,"

Upon arrival in Marcello's private room, a Bodyguard was already waiting for their arrival. The big man immediately opened the door for Marcello and Marissa.

Marissa held her chest because her breathing felt tight and her heart was beating faster. It turned out that Marcello was so attentive to his wife, he even knew that Marissa was nervous right now.

"You nervous?" marcello asked with a faint smile.

"Yes, I'm very nervous" she replied.

Marissa looked around and saw a man in black standing in front of Marcello's window. The man stood his back to them and Marissa seemed to recognize the man by his hairdo and stature.

The arrival of Marcello and Marissa in the room left Riyadh aghast and aware of his daydream. He turned around and noticed the faces of Marissa, Marcello, Joe and lastly, Dian. When he looked at Dian, he had a chance to give his smile to the woman, but unfortunately Dian was not willing to reply.

"Marcello, I'm sorry for disturbing your comfort" Riyadh said as he extended his hand to Marcello.

"It's okay. Come, please sit."

Marcello invited Riyadh to sit on one of the sofas and be followed by the other. Only Joe sat far away in the corner, watching the situation.

"Isn't that Mr Riyadh, your friend? What's he doing here? And where's my dad,"

Suddenly Marissa's eyes were round and her hands were used to cover her mouth which was open wide. He clutched Marcello's burly arm sitting beside him while whispering to the man.

"Don't tell me that Mr. Riyadh is my father, huh?!"

Marissa's eyes were sharp, staring at Marcello, while the man chuckled softly at his wife's expression.

"We just listen to their explanation" Marcello replied as she stroked Marissa's cheek.

"So, is that right? Mr. Riyadh-"

"Shhhttt, listen to their explanation" he said again.

Marissa kept quiet and watched Riyadh closely. The man smiled at her as he returned Marissa's gaze. After Marissa noticed, she began to realize that the man's eyes, nose and eyebrow shape were exactly what he was. "Yes, God!" muttered.

"Marcello, the reason I came here is to-" Riyadh fell silent and her net was now on Dian who was sitting next to Marissa. Dian, who had been watching the man, finally threw away her face. He was still not ready to meet the man let alone have to face it like now.

"Yes, I know. And I'm pretty sure there's a thousand questions in your head about who Marissa is, right?"

Riyadh nodded his head quickly. He wanted to ask about it, but he didn't know how to start. He felt lucky, without explaining at length, it turns out Marcello already understood.

"Yes, Marcello."

"But I don't think I have the right to tell you who Marissa is. The one who has the right to tell me everything is Ms. Dian. Isn't that Miss Dian?"

Glendeck ...

Dian swallowed his saliva with great difficulty as Marcello glanced at him with those eagle eyes. Dian came back nervous and her hands were sweating coldly. The woman began to notice the people around her, including her son, Marissa who still had a confused face and needed an explanation from him.

"Marissa is my son. The result of what you did that night to me" said Dian briefly.

Dian covered her face with both hands. His body trembled violently and his sobs roared.

Riyadh rounded his eyes after hearing Dian's confession. It turns out what he was thinking was right. Marissa is her son with that woman.

While Marissa immediately hugged Marcello's body tightly. "It turns out that's true, Mr Riyadh is my father?"

Marissa's slow voice came from inside Marcello's arms. The man nodded his head while putting a kiss on the top of Marissa's head. "Yes, he's your father, Cha."

The still-shocked Riyadh rose from its seat. He approached Dian who was still as much as he liked in his seat. Riyadh crouched down right in front of Dian and grabbed the two arms of the woman until it was clearly visible Dian's eyes.

"Why are you hiding something this important from me, Dian? Didn't you know that I was willing to account for my mistake on that fateful night? I'm even like a madman looking for your whereabouts. My life wasn't as calm as you disappeared, I was being chased by my own sins, Dian,"

Dian pulled his hand from Riyadh's grasp. He wiped his tears and returned the man's gaze.

"Now you know all the truth, Mr. Riyadh. And I hope you no longer interfere with my and Marissa's lives" she wrote.

Riyadh linked his eyebrows while continuing to stare at Dian's netra. "What do you mean say that, Dian?"

"I don't want to get into your life, Mr. Riyadh. Let me be happy with Marissa here and you, come back with Lady Ismika and Zaid."

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