My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker
"Dylennn," she whispered as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Avelynne,I killed you once, little wolf…” he whispered.
His voice was a growl, ancient and broken.
“And the Moon cursed me to spend eternity watching the world rot until I could love you right. You are mine little wolf, and no one in the entire universe will stop me from claiming you”
"NOT EVEN YOUR BETHROTHAL HUSBAND!".
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Seven centuries ago, a Lycan lost control and slaughtered the only soul he was born to protect.
Now she’s back and she's reborn as the daughter of an Alpha and betrothed to his greatest enemy.
Evelyn has always felt watched.
Dreams of glowing eyes and whispered vows haunt her nights, and the shadows around her home feel alive. But when she meets her cold father’s best friend, Lord Dylen Wolfe, her world fractures. His voice, his scent, his touch... they awaken memories she shouldn’t have, they ignite desires she shouldn't crave.
He’s a monster from history.
The lover from her past life.
And the predator who’s waited three thousand years for her return.
As her forgotten memories resurface, so do the lies, the curses, and the war that tore their worlds apart.
Because this time, if she remembers the truth…
Will she accept his love or will the beast who once killed her have to do it again?…
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Chapter: Chapter SeventyI turned slowly, my heart already pounding from the shift in the air, and there he was.Mr.Evander.Standing in the doorway, filling it completely. He stood bare-chested, skin still glistening with droplets of water that traced lazy paths down the hard planes of his torso. A white towel knotted low around his hips, clinging precariously, leaving far too little to the imagination. His hair was damp and tousled, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look younger, almost vulnerable and cute except for those storm-gray eyes fixed on me with unreadable intensity.I forgot how to breathe.He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest as if he wasn’t standing half-naked in front of me. “You’re late, little one,” he said, voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in velvet. “I started without you. Decided on another bath while I waited.”My gaze betrayed me, drifting down before I could stop it—over broad shoulders, defined chest, the cut lines o
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 69~Evelyn’s POV~I couldn’t sleep. My body drifted in and out of restless dreams, but every time I closed my eyes, he was there. Evander. His storm-gray gaze pinning me in place on the ice. The way his muscles had tensed under my accidental touch when my fingers slipped beneath his jacket. The hard ridges of his abs flexed against my palms like they were reacting to me alone. I remembered the sharp inhale he took, the low growl that rumbled in his chest, the way his hands had clamped on my hips like he was fighting himself not to pull me closer.And then that forehead kiss. It was soft and it lingered. His lips were warm against my cold skin, his breath stirred my hair as he whispered those devastating words about dreaming of me.I pressed my face into my pillow and groaned.Sylvara stirred lazily in the back of my mind, her voice sounded amused.*You’re falling, Eve, hard and fast.*I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. “I’m not.”*Your heart is racing, your skin is flushed and you’re repla
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Eight~Dylen’s POV~The moment the taillights of the Mercedes vanished down the drive, I stood frozen in the snow, watching the space where she had been. The estate felt too quiet without her soft gasps and breathless laughter echoing across the rink. My chest ached with a hunger I had never known before today, sharp and relentless.I turned back toward the ice, my boots crunching, and let the memories flood me without resistance.Every second of the afternoon played in vivid detail.The first time she fell into me during warm-up, her small body collided with my chest, and her hands clutched my shirt for balance. I had caught her instinctively, my arms wrapping around her waist, and felt the frantic flutter of her heart against my ribs. She had groaned softly, a tiny frustrated sound that shot straight through me because she was my mate. Kaelith always howled inside my skull whenever her scent hit me, no matter how weak he was, but feeling her reaction vibrate through our bond made it unden
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty SevenThe snow had eased into a gentle drift, soft flakes settling on our shoulders as we glided in slow circles to catch our breath. Mr. Evander’s hand splayed low on my back, thumb tracing idle patterns through my coat that made my skin prickle even through layers.“You tired yet, sweetheart?” he asked, voice rough from hours of murmured commands and quiet laughter.Gosh! The pet names always made me giggle but I tried not to show it. I shook my head quickly. “No. Not even close.”His eyes darkened with approval. “Good. One more.”He explained the next move. It was a reverse hydroblade lift into a mirrored spiral. He would skate backward, drop low to the ice on one blade, and pull me down with him until we were both nearly horizontal, bodies parallel, faces inches apart, spinning in perfect sync. As usual, it was dangerous and breathtaking.We tried it once and faltered immediately. My timing was off; I leaned too soon and nearly toppled us both.He caught me, of course, his arms banding
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty Six~Evelyn’s POV~Mr Evander's arm stayed locked around my waist as we pushed off again, his body a solid wall of heat against the winter chill. Every time I wobbled, he adjusted instantly…thigh sliding between mine, hand tightening on my hip, voice low in my ear telling me exactly how to shift my weight, moon goddess help me,it gave me chills.“Trust me, little one. Let me move you.”And God help me, I did.The first hour was a mess of stumbles and near-falls. My blades caught edges I didn’t know existed; my ankles threatened mutiny. But I never hit the ice, not once. Every time gravity pulled, Mr. Evander was there catching me mid-collapse, lifting me back into position with effortless strength. His chest against my back, his breath warm on my neck, his quiet chuckle vibrating through me when I squeaked in panic.“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured after the fifth almost-fall, spinning me slowly so we faced each other. His hands framed my ribs, thumbs brushing just beneath my bre
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty FiveDylen’s POVSnow packed easily between my palms as I shaped it, compressing it with practiced patience. Kaela hovered beside me, arms crossed, watching with open amusement as I worked on what was clearly becoming an absurdly precise snowman.“You are taking this far too seriously, my lord, still remembering that day? ” she asked while laughing softly.I did not look at her. “If one must build a thing, one builds it well, and yes that day still replays in my head. Kaelith felt like ripping that toy of his into pieces but I reminded myself that I would frighten her and I don't want that.” I took a deep breath and continued moulding this snowman that refused to form.She shook her head. “My lord, You frighten people with that attitude.”“That pup has pushed me to the wall several times. He should be grateful that I am not in my full mode.”That made her laugh again, but the sound faded when she suddenly stilled. I felt it before she spoke. A shift in the air. A presence approaching.“My
Last Updated: 2025-12-30
In Love With The Hot Billionaire.
Camille Valentin was never meant to survive the night she landed on Adrien Duval’s operating table.
Broken, bruised, pregnant, and hollowed out by a marriage that nearly destroyed her, she becomes just another patient to the most feared surgeon in Paris. Cold hands. Steady eyes. No questions asked.
Except Adrien knows her.
She is the ex-wife of his best friend.
The woman he was never allowed to look at twice.
He saves her life and sends her away, determined to forget the way her scars haunt him.
But fate is cruel.
Weeks later, Camille walks back into his world as his son’s new nanny. Living under his roof. Breathing his air. Healing in his shadow. Too soft for the darkness that surrounds him. Too broken to run.
Adrien Duval is a billionaire, a surgeon, a man built on control and restraint. He has rules he never breaks.
He does not touch patients.
He does not betray friends.
He does not want what does not belong to him.
Camille is all three.
Every glance is forbidden. Every touch is dangerous. Every heartbeat between them is a sin waiting to happen.
And when enemies resurface, secrets bleed into the open, and the past comes to collect its debt, Adrien must decide whether to protect the world he built… or burn it down for the woman who was never supposed to be his.
Some love stories are written in stars.
Theirs is written in scars, silence, and the things you are never allowed to want.
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Chapter: ~The Betrayal~Chapter Fifteen Camille's POVThe movie played on. Some scenes with witty banter and romantic tension that I would have normally enjoyed. But I found it hard to focus on the dialogue. The words seemed to blur together, bleeding into each other like watercolors left in the rain.I took another sip of the jasmine tea. It really was perfect, with a slight sweetness that lingered on my tongue. Theo had gone to so much trouble to find it for me. The thought made warmth bloom in my chest.Or was that the tea itself making me feel warm?I shifted on the couch, suddenly aware of how heavy my limbs felt. Like someone had filled them with sand while I wasn't paying attention."You okay?" Theo's voice seemed to come from very far away, even though he was sitting just across from me."Mm-hmm." I nodded, but the motion made the room tilt slightly. "Just tired, I think. It's been a long week.""Of course. You should rest more."I took another sip of tea, trying to clear the fog that was settling o
Last Updated: 2026-01-25
Chapter: ~The Poison In Kindness~Chapter Fourteen Camille's POVMorning light filtered through my bedroom curtains, but I'd been awake for hours. I'd barely slept, jumping at every sound, my dresser still shoved against the door like a barricade against whatever Theo's words had implied.We have shared the same woman before The words had played on repeat all night, twisting my stomach into knots, making me question everything I thought I knew about my marriage.Around nine AM, I heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door."Camille?" Theo's voice, soft and concerned. "I'm so sorry about last night. Please, can we talk?"I didn't move the dresser. "What do you want?""To apologize. Properly, please."Every instinct told me to stay locked in here until he left. But I couldn't hide forever. And if I told Julien I'd barricaded myself in my room because of his best friend, he'd only find a way to make it my fault.Slowly, I pushed the dresser aside and opened the door a crack.Theo stood there holding a tray. On it was coff
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Chapter: ~The Dinner Trap~Chapter Thirteen Camille's POV Theo stood at the stove, somehow looking perfectly at home in my kitchen, stirring something in a pan. The dining table had been set for two. On the table were candles, wine glasses and cloth napkins arranged like this was a romantic dinner instead of whatever this was. He looked up and smiled. "Perfect timing! I hope you like coq au vin. I found everything I needed in your pantry." "Theo, you didn't have to..." "I wanted to." He gestured to the table. "You need to eat, and I'm a decent cook. Consider it my contribution to keeping you company." Every instinct screamed at me to refuse. Every instinct screamed to say I wasn't hungry. But Julien's voice echoed in my head: Theo is like family. Y If I refused Theo's dinner, he'd tell Julien. And Julien would be angry and he would accuse me of being ungrateful, difficult and paranoid and he would find some way to punish me for the disrespect and I wasn't ready for that. "That's very thoughtful,"
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Chapter: ~The Unwanted Guest~Chapter Twelve Camille's POVThe Paris streets blurred past the car window as Elodie navigated evening traffic, but I barely saw them. My mind was stuck at the Trocadéro fountain, replaying the moment our eyes had met across the water.Adrien. With a child."You good Camille?" Elodie's voice cut through my thoughts. "You've been staring out that window for ten minutes without blinking.""Sorry. I'm just... processing.""Processing that Adrien Duval is a dad?" She glanced at me, then back at the road. "He's famously private about his personal life. No one really knows where his wife is."My stomach dropped. "His wife?""Well, theoretically. I mean, he has a kid, so there must have been a woman at some point. But she's never photographed with him, never at events. The rumors range from divorced to separated to…" she lowered her voice dramatically, "dead.""Dead?""I don't believe that one. Too soap opera. But the point is, no one knows. Some people think he's a single dad. Others think
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Chapter: ~The Man Behind The Mask~Chapter Eleven Adrien's POV The gala had been a mistake from the start. I'd only attended because my mother had insisted. After all, it was an event where Paris's elite gathered to write checks and feel virtuous about it. I hated these things. The false smiles, the networking that felt more like circling sharks, the women who saw my bank account before they saw my face. My mother wanted me to get married, but I didn't want to be with any woman in life. However, my mother didn't let me breathe. I suffered through an hour of champagne and empty conversations, and left early. The rain had started but I didn't care. I wanted to leave this place! I'd been adjusting my cufflinks when I saw her. A woman in a red dress, standing alone on the terrace. She was so weak-looking like something abandoned. At first, I'd thought she was waiting for some ride that was running late. But as I watched, couples passed her, some whispered and even laughed. And she just stood there. Somethin
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Chapter: ~The Sunset And The Truth~Chapter Ten I stared at him for a while and wondered how to shut those lips unromantically. He further said, "When I get back, we're going to have a serious discussion about your attitude." "I look forward to it." He grabbed his bag and headed for the door, pausing on the threshold. "The money I sent your mother? Consider it the last charity you'll get from me until you remember how to behave properly. If your family needs anything else, they can wait until you've earned it." The door slammed behind him. I watched through the window as he climbed into the car next to Véronique, as she leaned over to kiss him before the driver pulled away. I watched the car disappear down the street, taking my husband and his mistress toward whatever destination he'd claim was business. Then I was alone. The moment Julien's car disappeared around the corner, I grabbed my phone. Elodie answered on the second ring. "Please tell me you're calling with good news." "He's gone. Business trip. For a
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His Queen,Their War
Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.”
She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale.
She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her.
As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown.
Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty ThreeAlessia’s POVI squeezed my eyes shut.The metal barrel pressed cold and steady against my forehead. I could feel the ridged texture of the silencer, the faint vibration of the man’s hand. My heart thundered so violently I thought it might burst before the bullet did. Every breath tasted like blood and dust. Every second stretched into eternity.I waited for the end.For the pressure. For the flash and for death. But nothing came.Only a soft, metallic click.The gun was empty. A beat of stunned silence.Then the man holding my hair cursed under his breath. “Merda.”The woman snarled from somewhere behind him. “You idiot! Reload!”The pressure on my scalp eased as the man shifted, fumbling. My head fell forward, chin to chest. I sucked in a ragged breath, it was a half-sob and a half-laugh. I was alive, for now.And then the world exploded.Gunfire erupted outside. I heard shouts in Italian. The crash of a metal door made me jerk.The kidnappers spun toward the noise.“Che cazzo—” one
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty TwoAlessia’s POVThe first thing I felt was the cold. It seeped through the thin fabric of my coat, through my skin, into my bones. I felt the concrete underneath me and damn was it rough. My wrists were bound behind my back with zip ties that cut deeper every time I moved. My ankles were tied too, forcing me into an awkward sitting position against a metal support beam in the middle of what smelled like an abandoned warehouse.I inhaled dust. I saw oil around and some blood. Somewhere water dripped in a slow, maddening rhythm.My head throbbed. Whatever they had injected me with left a chemical burn in my veins and a fog in my brain. I remembered the park, the van, the prick in my neck. After that, only fragments: being dragged across gravel, a hood over my head, the slam of a door.Now the hood was gone. Dim light filtered through cracked skylights high above, painting everything in sickly gray. Stacks of rotting crates and broken machinery loomed like silent witnesses. The air was s
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty OneSalvatore’s POVI should have been halfway to Francesca’s parents with a box of pastiera on the passenger seat, ready to marriage. Instead I sat in the small security office off the garage, staring at the bank of monitors that showed every camera in and around the penthouse.Something felt wrong.It had been gnawing at me since dawn. A restlessness I could not name. I had canceled the visit to Francesca’s family with a short message. She would be furious. Her father would demand explanations. I did not care.Alessia had left the building alone at 9:42 a.m. I watched the recording now, frame by frame. She wore the camel coat, the long cream scarf, hair loose down her back. She looked calm, almost peaceful, as she stepped into the elevator. The doors closed. The lobby camera caught her crossing the marble floor, nodding to the doorman, disappearing through the revolving doors into the bright winter light.After that, nothing.No camera covered the street directly in front, only the side
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty~Francesca’s POV~The clock on my bedroom wall ticked louder than it ever had before. 11:47 a.m. He was supposed to be here by ten.Salvatore.I had waited for this day for months. Today he was meant to come to my parents’ house, sit at our dining table, drink my father’s grappa, and finally set a date for the wedding we had talked about for centuries!. My mother had prepared braciole. My father had worn his best suit. I had chosen the pale blue dress he once said made my eyes look like the sea in Calabria.And he had not come.There was no call, no message. Nothing! I even tried calling him but all my calls went to voicemail.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the skirt for the hundredth time, but my hands shook. The reflection staring back looked perfect: hair curled, makeup flawless, smile practiced. Inside, everything was unraveling.He was slipping away. I had felt it for weeks. Ever since he took that “bodyguard” post. Ever since he started guarding Alessia.The name tast
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy NineAlessia’s POVSaturday morning arrived soft and gray, the kind of Sicily's winter light that made everything feel hushed. Lorenzo had left early for a weekend or for some few days in Portofino with friends. He kissed my cheek on his way out, murmured something about shopping if I wanted, and disappeared. The penthouse settled into silence.Guila was home, but she got her eyes glued to documents. She waved me off when I offered help, telling me to relax, to take my usual Saturday stroll through the city. Normally I would have. I loved wandering the streets and stopping for a cappuccino.But today my feet carried me somewhere else.I told myself it was curiosity. Just one more look, just to confirm I hadn’t imagined the sketches, the perfume and the photographs. Just to prove to myself that it had been real and not some fevered dream born of sleeplessness and guilt.I knew Salvatore wouldn’t be home. He had mentioned earlier to Lorenzo quietly, and professionally that he had personal bu
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy EightAlessia’s POVI could not sleep.The penthouse was too quiet, the kind of quiet that amplified every thought until it screamed. Lorenzo had gone to bed hours ago in the guest suite. I lay in the dark of the master bedroom, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything on an endless loop.The way Salvatore had seized that man by the throat today. The raw fury in his grip. The way his eyes had flicked to me afterward, checking, always checking, that I was unharmed.It was more than duty. It had to be.Guila had told me he refused every other woman. That he had asked to guard me personally. That he had carried a backup dress like he had foreseen sabotage. But she had never said the word love. She had danced around it, she wanted me to fill in the terrifying blanks myself.What if it wasn’t love at all?What if it was something darker? Obsession. A game he was playing with my head because he could. Because a former Don might enjoy the quieter thrill of making a married woman unravel withou
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