My Dear Godfather is a Governor (R18+)

AUTHOR FRIENDLY REMINDER: THIS STORY IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. AND THIS IS A FORBIDDEN LOVE STORY... Please, read at your own risk! This is just a story, so please don't take it too seriously because it is just a product of the author's wild imagination... Thank you and let's be kind! RACHEL POV After 15 years, I have finally returned to my homeland. It feels like just yesterday when my dad sent me to England. For ten years, I was with Nanny Rosely. But she left me early because she passed away from an illness she had been suffering from before we went to the US. So, for five years, I lived alone here in the US. Altogether, it's been fifteen years since I last returned to the US. And now, I'm at a point in my life where I'm going home because my dad is sick. My dad is all I have. So when I found out he was sick, I immediately booked a ticket to return to the US. I didn't tell anyone that I was coming home today, so I just took a taxi to the house. I wanted to surprise my dad. And I know he'll be happy when he sees me. While on the road, I noticed that a lot has changed here. And I can hardly remember anything because I was only five years old when I moved to England. When I arrived in front of our house, I was confused and concerned to see so many people gathered in our yard. And when I entered, I saw a white coffin. My knees trembled with each step as I entered our house. I could barely move my feet. “D–Daddy,” I called out to him with a trembling voice. I didn't pay attention to the people around me. I felt like my feet were so heavy that I could hardly move them. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. It was as if it hadn't sunk in yet that my dad was right in front of me. He was lying in the coffin, lifeless. We were just happily talking the other day. That's why I didn't call because I wanted to surprise him, but I was the one who got surprised upon my arrival. I forced myself to get closer to him. “D–Daddy, wake up. I’m here, I’ve come home. Daddy! Please, wake up. Get up from there, please daddy.” I said to him, crying. “It's unfair, it's unfair.. I told you I was coming home. But why? Why didn't you wait for me? Why, dad? Why did you leave me? What about me? What about me?” I sobbed while hugging his coffin. The pain of seeing my father lifeless was unbearable. The father who thought of nothing but my well-being. For many years, he stood like both my mom and dad. He went back and forth to the US just to make sure I was okay. That I was in good condition. But now I'm alone. So how? How would I live without him? I had planned to settle here permanently because I had already graduated. But how do I start? How? I cried myself to sleep. I woke up in a room. Yet, even upon waking, my tears continued to flow. Since I wasn't waiting for any relatives, I decided to have my dad buried right away. The longer I kept seeing him, the harder it was for me to accept that he was no longer in my life. It hurts, but I have to accept it. That I can no longer be with him. And here I am now, standing in front of his grave. “Daddy, always guide me. I love you so much, and I hope you and mommy meet again. And may you both be happy. I will continue with my life because I know that's what you want. Bye dad, always remember that I love you so much, and I'm going to miss you both.” I said tearfully to his grave. Before the rain started pouring, I decided to go home. When I arrived, I received a call that the attorney would be coming to the house. I went up to my room to rest for a while. I just told our housekeeper to call me when the attorney arrives. Before I could even close my eyes, there was a knock on my door, calling me to come down. I composed myself before going downstairs. As I descended the stairs, I saw the attorney sitting on the sofa. “Good afternoon, Miss Rachel,” he greeted me. “Good afternoon, attorney,” I formally greeted him back. “I'm here for your dad's last will and testament. It states that fifty percent of his wealth will go to charity. He has ten charities, and they will share the fifty percent. The other half will go to you. But for now, your godfather will manage the company—” “Godfather?” I asked him, confused. “Yes, your godfather Adam. Your dad's best friend. It also states here that you will live in your godfather's house,” he replied to me. “Wait a minute, attorney. Why would my dad have me live there? And besides, I don't know this Godfather Adam you're talking about,” I was really confused about my dad's wishes. “You'll get to know him. You have no choice because that's your dad's wish. Don't worry, your dad won't entrust you to a bad person. In fact, he's a Governor in our area,” the attorney told me. “Governor?” “Yes, my dear,” the attorney replied with a smile. Maybe he's old. So I'll just think of it as having a new dad. Surely, my godfather wouldn't put me in harm's way. And I know my dad has a reason for entrusting me to his friend. “Tomorrow, you'll be taken to the Governor's house,” the attorney told me. “Tomorrow already?” I asked him. “Yes, because I have something important to do, and I'll be out of the US for a few months. I promised your dad that I would personally take you to your godfather. And I won't leave until I'm sure you're in good hands,” he replied to me. “Okay, attorney.” I didn't argue anymore. What would be the point? All I can do now is go with the flow. Whether I like it or not, I need someone to be with. Especially since the pain I feel is still fresh. The next day, we traveled to my godfather's house. I was told he was my governor. So I imagined him to be old and strict, but I was almost frozen in place because he looked nothing like what I had imagined last night. “Rachel, is that you?” he asked me with a smile. “G-godfather Adam,” I softly uttered his name. My face suddenly felt warm because of how strikingly handsome he was. “Sh*t! He's so good-looking and incredibly attractive. He looks like he's in his 20s. He's tall, and I think he has abs too. My God, of all the men I've seen, I've never been this impressed, and it's with my godfather. Get a grip, Rachel, he's your godfather,” I scolded myself because of the thoughts running through my mind. “You've grown so much, you're a young lady now,” he said to me with a smile. “Yes, I'm sorry if I don't remember you,” I said to him shyly. “It's okay, from now on you'll see me often so you'll remember me. Come inside, I'll show you to your room. Welcome to my house, Rachel. This is your new home now. So don't be shy, call me or tell me if you need anything,” he said to me with a smile. “Thank you, Godfather,” I smiled back at him. He just smiled and went inside his house. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. When I entered, I was amazed at the beautiful design of his house. But what's even more amazing is how he's been smiling at me, as if he's not getting tired or weary from smiling. “Good luck, Rachel. Your new life here at your godfather's house is going to be exciting,” I said to myself.