Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Lilly POVI rush down to the changing rooms, my body on autopilot. The other women and men are laughing and talking, their voices a distant hum in my ears. I fix my makeup, force a smile, and push everything down. I’ve been strong before. I can be strong now.“Lilly,” Jane calls from the door, snapping me back to reality. “Mr. Emerson said he’ll be another fifteen minutes.”I nod, trying to steady my breathing. Good. Fifteen minutes to compose myself, to push down the hurt and betrayal clawing at my insides. I need to get through this night. I need to be professional, even if everything inside me is screaming.When the fifteen minutes pass, I step out of the room, my mind blank as I approach the door. I try to prepare myself for another session with Mr. Emerson, the regular who always looks forward to our time together. But something feels off.I light the candles, trying to create the familiar ambiance. “Mr.

Callum POVJust as I’m about to move in for another hit, Dante wraps his arms around me, pulling me back.“Callum, stop,” he hisses, dragging me away from Andrew. “We need answers first. If you want to let him go so you can hunt him down and kill him later, fine. But you can’t kill him yet. Not until we get what we need.”My chest heaves, my breathing ragged as I stare down at the bleeding, gasping mess in front of me. He’s right. I need answers.We drag Andrew to a chair, tying him down with thick ropes that bite into his wrists and ankles. He’s bleeding from the gash on his face, and his breath comes in ragged gasps, but his eyes are defiant, mocking even. He’s not afraid. Not yet.I pace in front of him, my blood boiling, the weight of the blade in my hand a comfort. He refuses to talk, not a single word slipping from his mouth. His jaw clenched, eyes daring me to make the first move.Da

Lilly’s POVI sit beside Luna, but my mind refuses to settle. It races, spiraling through the same dark thoughts over and over. How did Andrew find me? How does he know it’s me—know my name? Dante swore to me that as long as I left my old life behind, no one would be able to track me down.But they have.Despite everything I’ve sacrificed—leaving my family, my name, and my past behind—they’ve found me. A part of me clings desperately to the hope that Andrew didn’t tell anyone else where I am. But deep down, I know better. I’ve never been that lucky.Today feels like the worst day of my life. I can’t imagine how it could get any worse.“Lilly, you know Callum won’t let anyone get near you,” Luna says softly, her hand rubbing comforting circles on my back. “Not even Dante would let that happen.”I wipe the tears from my cheeks, my chest aching from the ef

Callum POV“Lilly!” I shout, my voice echoing in the cells, but she doesn’t even hesitate. She’s already gone. My fists clench, my mind racing with every possible way to fix this, to undo the disaster Sasha has caused. Turning, I glare at PC Prick standing by with a smug expression.“You need to let me out. Now!" My voice booms, anger and desperation bleeding through every word.He crosses his arms, his stance unyielding. “No, Callum. You tried to kill Sasha. I’ve turned a blind eye to a lot of your shit because you keep the streets clean, but this? This crosses the line.”Is he fucking serious? “She’s using you!” I snap, my voice raw. “Just like she used me! Let me out, damn it!” My heart pounds as I step closer, gripping the bars so tightly I can feel the cold metal dig into my palms.“Not until I know for certain you won’t go after Sasha,” he says eve

Lilly POVThe apartment feels like a hollow shell without Callum here, and that emptiness wraps around me, chilling me to the bone. It always feels this way when he’s gone. Even though I know I shouldn’t care anymore, I can’t stop the ache in my chest. We were friends before anything else, but even that feels like it’s slipping through my fingers, unreachable now.I sit in silence, torn between two impossible choices. Staying feels suffocating—a daily reminder of the betrayal, the lies, the pain. But leaving? That feels just as dangerous, like stepping out into a storm without shelter. I’m trapped, and every option feels like a risk I’m not ready to take.A quick knock at the door snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts. My heart sinks when I hear his voice. “Lilly, can I come in?” Dante’s tone is calm, steady—too steady.I hesitate but force the words out. “Yes.”The door