All Chapters of In Bed With Daddy’s Best Friend : Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

“I don’t know what you’re going to do,” he says seriously. “But whatever you decide, we all support you as always. All I can say is that the baby can’t fight for itself. That little lifeform that’s growing inside that woman’s belly has no idea of what’s happening on the outside, and it shouldn’t have to pay the price for the actions of those out here.”“That’s pretty profound of you,” I say. “But you’re right, that doesn’t help me at all.”“Sorry, boss,” he teases.“You know, I can’t help but wonder what kind of life that baby would have if its grandfather and father are sworn rivals,” I say. “It’d be terrible for the kid if we’re constantly trying to have each other killed.”“No way to raise a kid,” he agrees.“So then I wonder if I shouldn’t stay out of it, you know?” I say. “But if that’s what she wanted, then she wouldn’t have told me about it in the first place.”“Perhaps she was trying to tell you so that you could defend yourself against her angry father,” he suggests.“If that

I’m left completely speechless as my father turns back toward the door. He shows no hint of remorse at all. In fact, he seems completely calm and confident in his decision. There’s not a trace of stress in his expression or posture. Before he leaves, he turns his face half toward me.“I wish you luck,” he says. “You have until the end of the day to get out of my house.”The door closes behind him and suddenly, I am all alone. Outside the door, I hear him dismiss the usual guards that are stationed there to keep an eye on me. My mind goes utterly blank as I contemplate what I should do next.It’s almost midday already, and I have no idea where I am supposed to go. There is nothing in this room other than my clothes and my phone that belong to me. My father has never even let me learn how to drive, out of fear of me getting into an accident. Or leaving. The irony makes my stomach turn.It takes me another three hours to figure out what I should do. And I spend most of those three hours

EdoardoA new day comes and there is still no sign of Gabriele’s men. No one tailed us yesterday, nothing happened overnight, and nothing has popped up outside of the building either. Of all the people I would expect to retaliate, it’s him, so it’s surprising, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m sure he’s up to something. Even so, I’ve done my best to get my mind off things by trying to go back to business as usual. It hasn’t worked. I can’t stop thinking about her.The entire situation feels like some sort of twisted fate, as if the universe is playing a sick joke on me. Sure, I’ve always thought about being a father someday, but twenty years in prison changed my mind pretty quickly. Now, I have the opportunity to be a father and I’m not sure it’s entirely safe.I haven’t heard anything back from Aria yet. She won’t return my messages or calls. It’s not as if I can simply walk to her home and ask to speak with her. A move like that would likely get me killed.As I walk into my penthous

My heart sinks. The last I had heard from her was when she let me know that she was alright, and that she was thinking of starting a family. I knew then that Gabriele wasn’t aware of the letter she had written to me. Auriet was a kind woman underneath the feisty exterior, and I know that she felt some guilt toward what Gabriele did to me. It is only clearer to me now that Aria truly has nowhere else to go. When I speak again, I find it hard to keep my anger suppressed.“You’re not the only one in this mess,” I growl. “You’re coming to stay with me until you’ve got a better plan. Got it?”When Aria looks up at me again all I see is pure fear in her eyes. She thinks my anger is directed towards her, and I can’t find the words to explain to her that it isn’t. Not at all. She simply nods and gets up to say goodbye to her friend. When Mattia walks out with her bags, she follows closely behind him, her arms wrapped around her own waist and her head tilted down.She looks like a prisoner in

“I thought I asked you to leave me alone, Aldo,” I say, doing my best to pay him no mind.“What?” he laughs. “I can’t stop and catch up with an old girlfriend?Aldo leans down and puts his face eye-level with mine and it takes all my self-control not to roll my eyes.“Word on the street is that you’ve gotten yourself knocked up and kicked out of the house, so what’s the scoop then? Is it true?” he asks.I don’t know how he’s heard about it, but at the moment, it feels as if I am the smallest person in the room. I don’t even know what to say. I want to be sick and cry all at the same time. The humiliation feels as if it might eat me up inside.“Why don’t you mind your own business?” Edoardo says sternly, rising from his seat.It’s sweet of him to stand up for me. But I know that Aldo’s temper is short enough to match my father’s and a confrontation is sure to set him off.“Why don’t you just leave us alone, Aldo?” I ask kindly.Aldo flashes me a cruel smile. “Does your daddy know that