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The morning air at my parents' estate was crisp, a sharp contrast to the suffocating stench of the hotel room I’d left hours ago. I was in my father’s study, the scent of old leather and expensive bourbon grounding me as we looked over the files Ayisha had compiled on the Cortez family.

"The parents are old-school, Mateo," my father said, his eyes scanning the map of the Cortez estate in the countryside. "They live for their reputation. Finding out Valentina has been playing house with her
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  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    164

    EpilogueThe mirror in the bridal suite of the Mateo's mansion didn’t reflect a ghost anymore. The woman who stared back at me was no longer the lost and broken girl who had arrived more than a year ago, burdened by secrets and haunted by the past. Eight months had passed since the chaos of childbirth, the harrowing experience that had brought my precious twins into the world, and as I stood in my silk-and-lace gown, the exquisite fabric shimmering in the soft light, I saw a woman who finally knew where she stood, a woman who had found her strength, her purpose, her place in the world. "I look amazing" I almost giggled.My hair was swept up in an elegant updo, held in place by a delicate diamond comb, its sparkling brilliance mirroring the joy in my eyes, and the pear-cut sapphire on my finger, casting a dazzling array of blue hues across the room. "Girlll," Olga whispered, stepping up behind me, her voice filled with emotion, her eyes sparkling with tears. Her strawberry-blonde bob

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    163

    The drive home was quiet, the hum of the SUV's engine a soothing contrast to the chaotic roar of the Gala. I leaned my head against the cool glass, watching the London rain start to smear the streetlights into streaks of gold."You're very quiet," Mateo murmured, his hand finding mine in the dark."Just processing," I whispered. "Isabella Cortez... business owner... mother of twins. It's a lot to happen in one night.""It's only the beginning," he promised.When the car pulled up to the estate, the house was ablaze with light. I expected the quiet stillness of a late night, but as the front doors opened, music and laughter spilled out onto the gravel.I stepped into the foyer and froze."SURPRISE!"The room was filled with the people who had kept me sane when my life was a wreckage in Berlin. My heart skipped a beat as a blur of energy slammed into me."GIRLLLL!" Olga shrieked, tapping my backside with a playful grin before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. "Look at you! A whole ic

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    162

    The London Gala was a sea of black ties, shimmering diamonds, and the low, expensive hum of the elite. Tonight wasn't just a foundation event; it was my twenty-fifth birthday-the day I was supposed to be a "mistake" in an alleyway. Instead, I stood in front of a mirror in the vanity room, draped in a gown that felt more like armor than silk.Lucian was right about the light hitting differently on the metallic teal dress."You look ready," Mateo whispered, appearing behind me. He looked lethal in his dark teal and black tuxedo, his hand sliding firmly onto the small of my back."I feel like an imposter," I admitted, my heart racing."You aren't," he said, his voice dropping to that low, possessive rumble. "You're the guest of honor."The moment we stepped into the ballroom, the atmosphere shifted. The whispers didn't feel like thorns anymore. They felt like curiosity. I was no longer the "disgrace" Isabella Hartley. I was being introduced as **Isabella Cortez**.The spotlight hit the s

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    161

    **ISABELLA'S POV**The London sun was surprisingly warm, spilling across the duvet as I sat propped up against the headboard. For the first time in days, my chest didn't feel tight. The "ghost" of the Hartley name was fading, replaced by the weight of the envelope on my nightstand containing my real birth certificate.I was on the phone with Olga, the familiar rasp of her Berlin accent grounded me."I'm telling you, Izzy, you're a legend," Olga laughed on the other end. "A British citizen by blood? That's some movie-level plot twist. I'm just happy the 'creeps' didn't win." She paused for a few seconds "They got bars too. Does that make you the heir of your family because or?" She asked what I have been thinking "Is this real?" The heir? Well, they are old and unless they got Valentina, I don't get it but it wasn't my problem.I smiled, leaning back. "It feels real now, Olga. Like I'm finally standing on solid ground.""Good. You deserve every bit of it," she said, though I heard a b

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    160

    The bedroom was a whirlwind of metallic teal silk. I leaned against the doorframe, watching Isabella spin, the fabric catching the afternoon light and shimmering like the surface of the Thames. She looked radiant, her movements light, almost ethereal.I couldn't wrap my head around it. Four days ago, she was a broken mess in the back of my SUV, her world leveled by the filth Nathan and Valentina had spat out. Today, she was humming a pop song and debating necklines."Too much?" she asked, stopping mid-spin. She frowned at her reflection, smoothing the silk over her stomach. "I don't like this one. It makes me look fat.""It makes you look like a goddess," I countered, pulling out my phone. Before she could protest, I snapped a photo. She was mid-laugh, her hair caught in the motion, her eyes finally bright again."Hey!" She pointed a finger at me, a playful scowl on her face. "You're under arrest. Taking unauthorized photos of a pregnant woman in a dress she hates is a federal offens

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    159

    The morning air at my parents' estate was crisp, a sharp contrast to the suffocating stench of the hotel room I’d left hours ago. I was in my father’s study, the scent of old leather and expensive bourbon grounding me as we looked over the files Ayisha had compiled on the Cortez family."The parents are old-school, Mateo," my father said, his eyes scanning the map of the Cortez estate in the countryside. "They live for their reputation. Finding out Valentina has been playing house with her high school mistake in a hotel you paid for? It’ll crush them again after her " supposedly visit to a family" when they sent her away.""That’s the point," I muttered, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the mahogany desk. "I want the original birth records. I want the hospital files. I want every piece of leverage they have over Isabella."The door swung open, and the sharp click of heels announced my mother’s arrival before she even spoke. She stood in the doorway, an amused smirk playing on he

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 79

    The afternoon shift dragged like wet cement. I moved through the corridors on muscle memory-checking IVs, updating charts, answering call bells-keeping my head down so no one would ask why my eyes looked bruised from crying I hadn't let myself do yet. Joshua hadn't shown up. No black SUV idling in

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 78

    I dressed like someone on autopilot. Navy scrub pants that had seen better days, plain white tee underneath, the same faded grey hoodie from yesterday pulled over everything. Hair in a low, messy ponytail that didn't even pretend to be neat. No makeup. No jewelry. Just sneakers and the small crossb

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 64

    The salary hit my account overnight first real paycheck in Berlin, a digital pat on the back at 2:17 a.m. I woke up just to stare at the notification, my thumb hovering over it as if it might vanish into thin air. Not a fortune, but mine. Earned. No strings attached. A small smile played on my lips

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 53

    Monday morning came too soon, the alarm cutting through the quiet of my Charlottenburg apartment like a knife through fog. I rolled out of bed still half-asleep, the sheets twisted around my legs, and headed straight for the shower. Hot water hit my skin, steam rising fast, and yesterday flooded

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