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FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 90:
Outside, Emma could hear Marcus’s footsteps on the gravel, the distant creak of the gate to the back garden, the particular silence that meant he was walking the perimeter of the property the way he did when he needed somewhere to put something too large to keep inside.Emma did not watch from the window.She continued reading her book.Or she held her book and sat very still and told herself that she had done nothing wrong. That she had been honest, which was the only thing she knew how to be. That if he needed to walk the garden and hold his walls up with both hands, that was his choice to make.That she was fine. Twenty minutes.Forty. An hour.The gravel had long gone silent. The house was quiet in that dense, particular way that made her think of held breath and loaded questions and the moment before a storm commits to itself.Emma turned a page, she was about to read. And then she felt it — the change in the air.The way a room shifts when someone is standing in it who wasn't th
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 90:
Outside, Emma could hear Marcus’s footsteps on the gravel, the distant creak of the gate to the back garden, the particular silence that meant he was walking the perimeter of the property the way he did when he needed somewhere to put something too large to keep inside.Emma did not watch from the window.She continued reading her book.Or she held her book and sat very still and told herself that she had done nothing wrong. That she had been honest, which was the only thing she knew how to be. That if he needed to walk the garden and hold his walls up with both hands, that was his choice to make.That she was fine. Twenty minutes.Forty. An hour.The gravel had long gone silent. The house was quiet in that dense, particular way that made her think of held breath and loaded questions and the moment before a storm commits to itself.Emma turned a page, she was about to read. And then she felt it — the change in the air.The way a room shifts when someone is standing in it who wasn't th
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 90:
Outside, Emma could hear Marcus’s footsteps on the gravel, the distant creak of the gate to the back garden, the particular silence that meant he was walking the perimeter of the property the way he did when he needed somewhere to put something too large to keep inside.Emma did not watch from the window.She continued reading her book.Or she held her book and sat very still and told herself that she had done nothing wrong. That she had been honest, which was the only thing she knew how to be. That if he needed to walk the garden and hold his walls up with both hands, that was his choice to make.That she was fine. Twenty minutes.Forty. An hour.The gravel had long gone silent. The house was quiet in that dense, particular way that made her think of held breath and loaded questions and the moment before a storm commits to itself.Emma turned a page, she was about to read. And then she felt it — the change in the air.The way a room shifts when someone is standing in it who wasn't th
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 89:
Emma didn't complain, she didn't say a word.She was watching Marcus face, and she felt it — a hairline crack running quietly through her chest, the way ice splits before it breaks, slow and inevitable and silent. She'd asked the question because she needed the answer. Because after tonight, after his hand around hers, after the almost-kiss in the cold, after everything he'd said on this porch — she needed to know if she was standing on solid ground or the edge of a cliff.His jaw tightened. His eyes didn't leave hers. Ten seconds. Fifteen.The crack deepened. And then—"No."One word. Barely above a whisper.She exhaled. But he wasn't finished.He looked at her with something painful and certain in his expression, the face of a man who'd just picked up a live wire and couldn't put it down."No." He said it again, slower. "That's exactly the problem."The silence after that was nothing like the comfortable silence from before.This one had edges.Emma stood at the railing and looked
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 88:
Emma was almost inside when she heard him behind her."Emma." She quickly turned.He was standing in the driveway, keys in his hand, the porch light throwing shadows across his face. He looked like a man who had said nothing all night because he was saving it, hoarding it, waiting for the right moment to use it like a blade."That house," he said. "The cliffside one."She waited.His eyes held hers across the dark."I designed it three years ago." A pause. "Before I had the client. Before I had any reason to build it." Another pause, longer this time, heavier. "I designed it for someone I hadn't met yet."The night air sat between them, perfectly still."Go to sleep, Marcus," she said softly.She started moving, going inside. She looked back, and he was still standing.She leaned her back against the closed door in the dark hallway, pressed both hands flat against the wood, and listened to the silence on the other side.He didn't leave for a very long time.As she stays there looking
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 87:
"That's exactly what the client said." Emma's voice was low. "Word for word, Emma. That's the exact phrase she used when she handed me the brief."Emma felt something shift in the air between them, something that had no name yet but was gathering weight."Coincidence," she said.He didn't answer. He just kept looking at her.She looked away first.Marcus steps closer and brushes her back softly with a smile. But Lily pretended as if she didn't hear it.Following the quietness of the house all afternoon, Marcus grabbed her hand and dragged her to the car. Emma couldn't protest; she never drew back. She just followed quietly.“Let go and have dinner.” He said, as she nodded.They drove to a nearby restaurant. Somewhere between Marcus fixing the porch light and Emma reheating leftover soup, they had both arrived at the same uncomfortable realization — there was no reason not to go out."It's just dinner," Marcus said, pulling on his jacket."Obviously," Emma said, not looking at him.T
FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 8:
Emma thought about Marcus. About Serah. About Lily and her innocent trust. About the mess she had willingly walked into and the price she might have to pay for staying. But even as doubt crept in, even as fear whispered warnings in her ear, Emma felt something else rising within her. Something
Last Updated : 2026-03-17FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 43:
They both moved apart. Continued in their separate directions. Emma went toward the kitchen, and Marcus toward the sitting room.From the armchair, over the top of her book, Patricia watched all of it.She said nothing as she turned a page.In the evening after dinner, after Lily had gone to bed an
Last Updated : 2026-03-26FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 10:
"Let go," Emma just said without hesitation, but she didn't pull away. Marcus looked down at where his hand circled her wrist, at the rapid pulse beating beneath his fingers. Every rational thought in his head screamed at him to release her, to step back, to maintain the boundaries he'd so carefu
Last Updated : 2026-03-18FALLING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER CHAPTER 9:
The next morning dawned bright and mercilessly clear. Marcus had barely slept, his mind replaying the conversation with Emma over and over. He'd hurt her. He could see it in her eyes, he heard it in her voice. But what choice did he have? Pursuing anything with Emma would destroy everything, hi
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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