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Chapter 112: Open Hall
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2026-10-27 23:35:15
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In Love With My Dad's Best Friend Chapter 125: Beside
LianaSpring made the estate road softer than I remembered.Father stood at the fence line with a hammer in his hand and dust on his trousers, exactly as his letters had promised, no formal greeting party, no performance. When I climbed down from the saddle he hugged me hard enough to hurt, then held me at arm’s length and checked my face like a man still learning the adult version of his child.“You look fed,” he said.“You look stubborn.”His mouth twitched. Then his eyes moved past me to Kael, who had kept a respectful distance from the fence, reins loose in one hand, the other empty at his side.Elias did not offer a hand.Kael did not ask for one.“You can water the horses,” Father said to him, not unkind, not warm. “South trough. The pump sticks.”“I’ll manage,” Kael said.It was the most peaceful exchange they had managed in months. I took it without trying to decorate it.Inside, the kitchen smelled like bread and woodsmoke. Father poured coffee, asked about the keep’s north o
In Love With My Dad's Best Friend Chapter 124: Open Love
LianaThe invitation was small on purpose.Not a coronation. Not a spectacle. A winter supper in the open hall for captains, healers, and the houses that had stopped treating my name like a stain. Kael had asked if I wanted it private. I said no. Privacy had been a luxury and a trap. Open was the point.I wore a dark dress that left a mark visible on my throat. No high collar to be polite. People could look. Looking cost them nothing I had not already survived.Kael met me at the foot of the family stair. His gaze dropped to the mark, then to my eyes, and the bond warmed with a possessive pull he no longer tried to hide, or obey without my weight in the decision.“You’re sure,” he said.“I’m sure.”We entered together.Conversation dipped and recovered. Harran was present and carefully civil. Adrian raised a cup a fraction. Seraphina’s mouth tilted like she had won a quiet bet. When Kael’s hand settled at the small of my back, no one pretended not to see it. When I answered a captain’
In Love With My Dad's Best Friend Chapter 123: Ordinary Power
LianaOrdinary was a schedule.Morning reports in a room where my name was already on the slate. A training hour with Seraphina that ended in sweat instead of blood. A meal taken in the family wing with Kael reading border notes out loud so I heard them in the same breath he did. No alarm bells. No sweet chemical ghost. No lord trying to edit me into a softer noun.I kept waiting for the day to break.It did not.At midday I walked the inner garden with one escort I had chosen and then sent back when the path stayed empty. The household order was held. Men nodded without the old double-take that asked Kael’s face what to do with me. Someone in the kitchen had started setting a second cup at Kael’s small table without being told. These were not declarations. They were habits. Habits were how power became real.Kael found me near the old ash tree that still carried claw marks from a winter I had not lived here for.“You’re quiet,” he said.“I’m checking whether peace is a trick.”His mo
In Love With My Dad's Best Friend Chapter 122: Clean Close
KaelThe dead drop sat under a broken mill stone outside the east boundary, exactly where the second man finally folded and pointed.No army. No second bloodline sermon. A tin box wrapped in oilcloth, two more vials, a short list of paid names, and a note in the same thin doctrine hand:*Confirm soft perimeter. Dual subject free-moving. Report route habits.*Adrian held the note with two fingers like it smelled. “Scrap network. Money through a cutout we already hanged in the gate war. This is a tail still twitching.”“Then we cut the tail,” I said.Liana stood beside me, cloak damp with river mist, eyes gold-rimmed but stable. She had insisted on coming the moment the location cleared. Under the household order I had no clean way to refuse her, and after yesterday’s alley, I did not want the old way back.“Burn the vials here,” she said. “Names go to Adrian’s book. Anyone still attached to this drop gets a choice: talk in a cell or lose the chance.”Seraphina, who had come for the che
In Love With My Dad's Best Friend Chapter 121 Residual Smoke
LianaThe lower market smelled like bread and iron and wet wool.Three days of clean reports. Escort I had chosen, two of Adrian’s quieter men, close enough to matter, far enough not to announce a parade. Kael walked on my left, not in front, the household order living in the way his shoulder stayed level with mine.Ordinary.That was the point.I bought a paper twist of roasted nuts because the vendor looked at my face and not my throat. Kael paid without comment. For a stretch of narrow street I almost believed the war had left a gap wide enough to breathe through.Then the bond kicked.Not lust. Warning.Kael’s hand found the small of my back at the same second my dual sense caught it, wrong oil on the air, sweet at the edge, the same chemical ghost that had once lived in corridor masks and cart dark.“Left,” Kael said under his breath.We turned into an alley that should have fed the cooper’s yard. A man in a market coat stepped out of a doorway too fast. Glass vial. Clothes. The
In Love With My Dad's Best Friend Chapter 120: Yield
LianaMorning light made the war room look honest.No banners. No audience. A table, a map, two cups of bitter tea, and the parameters Kael had promised we would write in daylight.Adrian sat at the end with a blank slate and the expression of a man who had seen kings lose wars over pride and did not intend to watch this one do it in miniature. Seraphina leaned against the wall, arms folded, healer’s eye already reading the tension in my shoulders.Kael stood on the other side of the table.Not at the head.That detail landed first.“East road scouts,” he said without preamble. “No named house. No second sighting overnight. The double watch stays for three days. After that it drops unless a new sign appears.” He met my eyes. “Inner wall restriction is lifted as of now.”My wolf paced once under my ribs, testing the words for a trap.“Lifted,” I repeated.“Lifted.” His jaw was tight. “You move with an escort you help choose. You refuse a route and it is refused, not overridden. If I rec
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