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Chapter 6
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Rhys’s POV The phone rang as I stepped onto the front porch, coat already buttoned against the December chill. Mirabel’s name flashed on the screen. I answered immediately. “Dad—we’re here!” Her voice burst through, bright and breathless, the faint rumble of a car engine and traffic noise in the background. “We just pulled up to the outer gate. The ride driver’s turning around now. We’re walking up the drive. Like, two minutes!” I glanced toward the tall wrought-iron gates at the end of the long private driveway—already cracked open, the security guard visible in his booth, his hand raised in acknowledgment. Public vehicles aren’t allowed beyond that point. Not even rideshares or taxis, it’s a security protocol that the house has been using for a long time. The girls would have to walk in to the inner gate with their bags. “I see the gate,” I told her. “Guards are waiting. Maria and two of the staff are heading down now to help with luggage. Just come straight up.” “Yay! Se
Claimed By My Best Friend’s Daddy Chapter 7
Alicia’s POV My last exam was done, the final blue booklet handed in, pen capped, no more questions rattling in my head. It felt amazing to be done with exams and not have to think about books for a few weeks. I handed Mirabel my bag, and headed towards the library, to meet up with Chris. The coffee shop Chris had texted about sat just off the main path, tucked between the library and the student union. Glass front, warm lights spilling onto the sidewalk, the kind of place that looked cozy from outside but always smelled faintly of burnt espresso once you stepped in. I paused at the corner, checked my phone, hoping to see a message from him canceling the date. But I got none. I could still turn around, but I didn’t. I pushed through the door. The bell jingled, and heads turned—more than a few. I felt the stares slide over me like hands I hadn’t invited. A group of guys at the window table paused mid-laugh, eyes lingering on my legs, my hips, the way my coat hugged my waist. One w
Claimed By My Best Friend’s Daddy Chapter 6
Rhys’s POV I stood at the window of my corner suite on the forty-second floor, hands in my pockets, watching the city below move in its usual hurried rhythm. Cars crawled along the avenues like ants, pedestrians streamed across crosswalks, and the late-afternoon sun cut long shadows between the buildings. It was the kind of view that used to ground me, a proof that everything kept turning, no matter what happened inside these walls. Lately, it just made me feel distant. The last meeting of the day had wrapped twenty minutes ago. The deal was officially closed—signed, sealed, and funds transferred. Hayes had texted the confirmation from the airport in Dar es Salaam: Done. You’re clear for the holidays. Go home. I’d replied with a simple Thanks. Safe flight back. No more. No need for elaboration. I turned from the window and crossed to my desk. The surface was unusually tidy—files stacked, laptop closed, Elena’s photo in its small silver frame catching the light. I picked it up
Claimed By My Best Friend’s Daddy Chapter 5
Alicia’s POV The heavy doors of the lecture hall swung open and the flood of students poured out like water breaking from a dam. I stepped into the corridor last, blinking against the brighter hallway lights after two hours under the fluorescents. My hand still ached from gripping the pen, but the weight in my chest had lifted a little. I was almost done, I had just one more exam behind me. Mirabel was already waiting near the water fountain, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, scrolling through her phone. When she saw me, her face lit up. “Survived?” she called, pushing off the wall. I nodded, managing a tired smile. “Survived. You?” “Barely. But it’s over.” She fell into step beside me as we walked toward the exit. “How’d it feel? Was it easy? Brutal?” “Somewhere in the middle. Not impossible, but definitely not a gift.” I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the stiffness. “Yours?” “Same. I think I got most of it, though. Fingers crossed.” She bumped my arm l
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Rhys’s POV I stood at the top of the main staircase, hands in my pockets, looking down into the foyer. The marble floors gleamed under the chandelier’s soft glow. The Christmas tree was already up, because Mirabel would complain if it wasn’t, towered in the corner, lights twinkling in slow, programmed patterns. Boxes of ornaments sat open on the floor, waiting for her to arrive and finish the job. She always insisted on doing it herself, saying the tree didn’t feel right unless she hung the crooked star at the top. I descended slowly, my footsteps echoing. The house had been built for a family—it had wide halls, multiple living rooms, a kitchen big enough for staff and chaos—but for years it had mostly held echoes. Mine and Mirabel’s laughter when she came home. And the quiet creak of floorboards when I walked alone at night. The chef and head of staff—Maria—had arrived earlier to prep. I could smell cinnamon and butter drifting from the kitchen. She poked her head out as I passed.
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Alicia’s POV Mirabel’s dorm room was a cozy explosion of color and clutter. Fairy lights looped around the headboard, casting warm gold across the stacks of books on her desk and the half-unpacked suitcase already open on the floor. The vanilla diffuser hummed softly, fighting a losing battle against the lingering scent of last night’s microwave popcorn. It felt like home in a way my own room never quite managed—lived-in, loud, full of life.I sat cross-legged on her bed, my back to the wall, scrolling aimlessly through my phone while she held up two sweaters in front of the mirror.“Red or green?” she asked, pressing the red one to her chest, then switching to the green. “Red is festive. Green is… I don’t know, classy? Sophisticated?”I tilted my head, considering. “Red. You’re festive. Green would make you look like you’re trying too hard to be mysterious, and you’re terrible at mysterious.”She laughed, tossing the green sweater onto the growing pile on her chair. “Red it is. D
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