All Chapters of STUCK WITH MY DAD’S BESTFRIEND:Revenge On My Cheating Husban: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VIONNE'S POVThe past two days have been hell. It was actually supposed to be cool, right? Because I've been left alone, fed, and treated like a princess in another man's house.In my father's house, I was trash. In Darein's house, I was a princess. A queen.Who could tell me otherwise? I'd rather cry in riches than cry in poverty and depression.I was doing better here. But these past few days, I've gotten a lot of messages telling me to leave, saying my life was at stake and all.I didn't know why I was so worried, but—I haven't even seen him in the past two days. Not Darien. Not the stormy green-eyed man. Not until last night.However, it was morning now. I was already up. It was Nora's day. The internet was already booming. I woke up as early as 7:00 AM, thinking about my life and whether I was going to honor that damn occasion or not.I didn't know how Maddie found out I was having second thoughts about attending that engagement, but she said we were going.At first, she was aga

Vionne’s Pov“C’mon girl.” She beckoned, “Are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you coming over here so we can get you ready for that bitch’s engagement party?” she snickered.I knew this side of Maddie.Secretive.I let out a breath, trying to stay calm.“Not until you—”“I’ll tell you everything. But right now, we’ve got something more important to deal with.” She paused, holding my gaze. “Trust me, girl.”“Nora’s engagement isn’t important to me, girl.”“You know it is. I mean the trolls online. We’re going to let them know they aren’t on your level.”She pulled an expensive white garment out of the box.Another box.What kind of connection did I have with gift boxes?I didn’t say a word.Of course she was right.But wait a second…It was a gown.“White is the dress code today, right?” she asked, looking straight into my eyes.I nodded.My mouth had completely forgotten its job.“Darien requested that you wear this.”She stood and walked toward me.Again.Darien’s

I CAUGHT HER ATTENTIONNORA’S POVIt was finally the morning—D-Day of my engagement party, and you know what I never regret doing?I never regretted the very day I came up with the idea of making that good-for-nothing bitch a special guest at my expensive party. Because tell me, what are sisters for?And you know as a special guest what’s required of you? Good clothes. High expectations. Attraction. Power. Status. Wealth.And she got nothing close to that. And yes, that was the reason I made her a special guest—for trolling and nothing more. To get more things to talk about her online.There was this celebrity gossip blog—Mold House Vionne. I owned it. Secretly. This was what I used to upload and update everything about Vionne Wellance for the past few months now.No one knows. Not even my parents. Not even Harrison.At first, it was 5 followers, and now we already had 50k followers. I’m loving all of this. This is to tell you how people love trolls and dragging. And I earn a lot from

VIONNE'S POVAfter doing what I did—I mean, what was best for the situation—Slowly, I turned to look at Nora. The tension was thick for our lovely Nora, and she seemed to be grinding her teeth. I hope they don't snap. Hahaha.Her smile had faded. Her smirk was gone, all of it now replaced with silence, shock, and anger.Probably, her brain wasn't done processing how boldly I made lemonade out of lemons.Good.She didn't see that coming. Not in her wildest dreams."Congratulations once again as you go into union with my vomit. Please, if you don't mind, lead the way." I said casually, as loudly as possible, so everyone could hear me.Her face had gone pale. She was still in shock. The only thing she could manage was a fake, dry, murderous smile.Give me those eyes that say, I'm not done with you, Vionne.She shrugged. "Of course. This way."She gestured, grabbed the hem of her long gown, lifted it, and began walking into the ballroom like the fucking loser she was.I took a deep breat

DAREIN’S POVTwo days without laying my eyes on my kitten. Without seeing her. Without talking to her. Without her tantrums.I knew she must've missed my rude, bossy ass. Maybe... I missed her too.We finally met again after two days—at her sister Nora's engagement party.She had no idea how prepared I was. Or how many secrets today was about to bring her.I knew coming here was a bad idea. But I didn't mind. I couldn't break the promise I'd made to her. I didn't want her to start thinking I was the kind of man who didn't keep his word.I needed her trust. Missing this party would've shattered that.And let's just say inviting Vionne Wallace—my little girl—was the same as inviting me.Not just that. I really wanted to meet Mr. Wallace once again.I arrived right on time. Right when fucking Mr. Wallace was about to lay his filthy hands on her.On what belonged to me.Those were the same hands he'd used to wrong me more times than I could count. Now he wanted to use them on her?No.Th