Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

Serena POVI wake to the slow, steady sound of breathing beside me, warmth radiating from the body next to mine. The room is dim, but I can see the shape of him—Jace, lying on his back, his arm stretched over the pillow, his chest rising and falling in that deep, even rhythm of sleep.My fingers move before I can stop them, tracing lightly over his chest. His skin is warm beneath my touch, muscles tense even in sleep. I follow the path of ink along his collarbone, down over the ridges of muscle that shift subtly beneath his skin.I don’t know why I do it. Maybe because he’s real. Because I can feel him. Because touching him grounds me, even when my mind still hums with restless energy.Shifting closer, I lean over him, my breath ghosting over his skin as I press my lips against his chest. A slow, lingering kiss.His breathing changes.I feel the shift in him before I see it, the way his body tenses slightly, the way his head turns just a fraction in my direction. He’s waking up.I don

Jace’s POVShe’s still trembling against me, her body tense like a live wire, but I can see it—the way her pulse slows just slightly under my fingertips, the way her breath, though still too fast, evens out just a little.She responds to it, Not just the words, not just the tone, the control.I don’t think she even realizes it, but I see it. The way her pupils dilate, how she focuses only on me when I grip her throat and order her to calm the fuck down. Like the chaos in her head is too much, but the second someone takes the choice away. The second someone makes her submit, it’s like a fucking reset button.That’s not normal, Not for someone who’s supposed to be on mood stabilizers and not for someone who’s supposed to be in control of her own mind.Rich leans back, watching, smirking like he’s enjoying the fucking show. “Well, that was interesting,” he mutters. “Gotta say, not the reaction I expected.”Neither did I, not this calm, not this quickly. I step back slightly, but she does

Serena’s POVEverything feels wrong. My skin is too tight, my thoughts are too fast, my body is screaming at me to move, to find something, to fix whatever the fuck is happening inside me.But I don’t know how.Jace is gripping me, his hands tight around my wrists, his eyes locked on mine, forcing me to stay here, forcing me to feel this. I don’t want to feel this.I want to run, to find Dale, to take my pills and make this stop before it gets worse, before I lose myself completely, but I can’t.Jace won’t let me, his grip is firm but steady, holding me together even as my whole body shakes, even as my thoughts try to slip into something darker.“You trust me, right?” His voice is low, rough, demanding.I want to say no. I want to tell him he doesn’t get it, that he’s

Jace’s POVShutting the office door behind me, I let out a slow breath as I run a hand through my hair. Serena is finally asleep, curled up on that sofa like she’s been ripped apart from the inside out. I don’t know how long she’ll stay asleep, but she needs the fucking rest.I need answers.I find Rich in one of the private lounges, a half-empty glass of whiskey on the table beside him. He looks up as I approach, raising an eyebrow. “How is she?”Shrugging, I drop into the chair across from him. ”Fucked,” I mutter. “She’s all over the place. One second, she’s begging me to fuck her like it’ll fix everything, the next she’s barely able to stand.”Rich hums, swirling his drink. “Coming down hard, then?”“Yeah.” I exhale, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “And it’s nearly time for her bipolar meds,” I admi

Serena’s POVI stare at Dale, my breathing uneven, my fingers digging into my scalp. He just keeps driving, his hands steady on the wheel, his face unreadable. The silence stretches, pressing against my skin like a vice, winding tighter with every second. He’s making me wait on purpose, dragging this out, punishing me.“Dale, please,” I beg, my voice cracking. My whole body feels like it’s burning from the inside out, nerves raw, my skin too tight.He doesn’t even glance at me. “Soon. If we go back to mine, Jace will show up and stop you. Do you want them or not?”I nod frantically, my hands trembling. “Yes, so why not give me them now?”But he’s not listening. He never listens. My thoughts twist and coil, my chest tight, the weight of everything crushing me. I dig my nails into my arms, my body rocking slightly as I try to ground myself. Counting doesn’t work. Breathing doesn&