All Chapters of IN LOVE WITH MY FATHER'S BILLIONAIRE BEST FRIEND : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 - A SECRET ON THE BRINKZAYDEN The moment Vincent stepped into the room, my heart nearly stopped. The door creaked as he pushed it open wider, his sharp eyes sweeping over me. I forced my breathing to slow, ignoring the thin sheen of sweat on my forehead.He frowned. "Why are you standing like that? And why the hell are you sweating?"I clenched my jaw. Think fast."Just… exercising," I said, forcing a tight-lipped smile. "I couldn’t sleep, so I thought a little workout might help."Vincent narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. "At this hour? In your room?"I shrugged, running a hand through my hair. "I don’t see a gym around, do you?"He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Fine. Whatever. Have you seen Scarlett? I’ve been looking for her everywhere. She’s not in our room."I kept my face blank, my fingers twitching at my sides. "No. Haven’t seen her. Maybe she’s outside or something."He sighed, rubbing his temples. "It's late. I don’t know why she keeps disappearing. I

SCARLETTThe moment the door shut behind me, the weight in my chest exploded into full-blown panic. My heart thundered wildly as if trying to escape my ribcage. My breath hitched, uneven and broken, and my hands trembled as I clawed at the closet door. My vision was still blurred from tears, but I didn't care what I wore—I just needed to see her. Emily. The name echoed in my skull like a cruel taunt.Emily—the woman who had once meant everything to Zayden. The woman Vincent called "Mom."My fingers closed around a soft sweater, and I tugged it on without looking. The fabric clung awkwardly to my damp skin. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye for a second—my cheeks blotchy, eyes swollen, hair tangled and wild. I looked like a ghost of myself. But none of it mattered now. I had to see her. I had to know if what I feared was true.I burst out of the room, my bare feet padding hard against the hallway tiles. The air felt thick and heavy, and my stomach churned violently. My legs bar

Chapter 15 - SCARLETT'S POV“What did I just see?” Vincent's voice thundered, making me shrink.I didn’t even know how to explain what had just happened. My mind was too foggy to make sense of the reality of it all. I’d only just been trying to wake him up, to make sure he was still with me, still alive. But somehow, there it was—a kiss. A stupid, unplanned kiss that felt wrong, but in that moment, it felt like I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t pull away, couldn’t go back.Vincent’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I felt a rush of panic. Was he going to say something? Was he going to accuse me? Was this the moment he realized I wasn’t just his wife anymore, that I was tangled up in something I couldn’t untangle?I stammered. “I was just—just doing what the doctor said. He needed… air. To breathe better.” The words were flimsy, desperate, but I had to make him believe it. My own voice didn’t even sound like mine. I hated how weak I sounded, how shaky my words were.Vincent blinked, and f

ZAYDENI thought that keeping my distance would somehow extinguish the forbidden flames that had been quietly ignited the moment Scarlett stepped into my life. She was my best friend’s daughter—someone I’d always regarded as family. I watched her grow up, protected her like my own. But as the years passed and she blossomed into a woman, something shifted. Unsettling feelings surfaced—feelings I buried deep beneath layers of guilt and logic, convincing myself they were nothing more than fleeting confusion.Pushing her toward Vincent, my son, felt like the only way to keep myself in check. If she belonged to him, I could let go. I could pretend. But fate clearly had other plans, cruel and twisted in the way it worked—placing her back in my life, in my space, and far too close for comfort.Now, with Scrateltt working as my secretary, each day became a battle I never signed up for. Her presence was intoxicating—her scent clung to the air long after she left the room, a constant reminder

SCARLETT My hands trembled as I stared at the white bedsheet in the hospital room. Pregnant. That word kept ringing in my ears like an alarm I couldn’t shut off. My heartbeat was too loud, my skin was too hot. I could still hear the doctor’s voice in my head, cheerful and clueless. Congratulations, ma’am.What was there to congratulate? This wasn’t a miracle. It was a disaster.The door closed softly. Zayden and I were alone again. I didn’t even look at him. I just kept staring down like the answer was written somewhere in the folds of the sheet. But of course, it wasn’t.Then I heard his voice—cold, sharp.“We can’t let this get out. Nobody can know this child is mine.”My stomach clenched.“What do we do now?” I whispered, finally turning to face him. “I’m pregnant. We have to do something. Say something. Plan something—anything!”Zayden stood, walked toward the window, and dragged a hand down his face. “You have to abort it,” he said flatly.My heart stopped.“What?” My voice crac