All Chapters of STUCK WITH MY DAD’S BESTFRIEND:Revenge On My Cheating Husban: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vionne's POV.Immediately he left, I let out an overwhelmed, hot breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.With a small, frustrated, tired hiss, I plunged myself onto the bed, like a little child, probably thinking that would help me think like one. Because my brain was close to freezing point.My back touched the bed as I faced the high, beautiful white ceiling, mind blank. Not entirely.It didn’t take long for my sharp, annoying brain to come up with an idea. Of course, it clicked. I processed it. It made sense, and this made me flee from the bed.Idea number twelve. Probably fourteen. I had lost count. You might be wondering. Yes, I started writing down my ideas for escape ever since I realized things either get better or worse. Whichever.When I say escape, not from Darien Callahan entirely, but from this life to something bigger than where I was in my father’s company. Revenge sometimes is about changing yourself to what no one sees coming, and I was doing that secretly.Before I

VIONNEDarien looked at me for a second. I looked away, then at Zayn. Genuinely confused.Confused, not furious. Not jealous. He’s supposed to be.For a moment, I forgot how to use my mouth. I knew the reason he was confused.“Excuse you?” Darien asked, his voice chill, but underneath it, I could sense rage.“You heard me right. I brought her the food she requested. You got a problem with that?” Zayn challenged, moving closer. He carried the tray in his hands with practiced ease.“Ohh... no.” I stuttered. “He doesn’t.” I was quick to say before Darien said anything.“Of course, Muffin.” A smile appeared on Zayn’s face, like he was trying to prove a point.Can you stop smiling, Zayn?! You should know your brother is deadly.My stomach churned. I pray this tension isn’t unto more hatred or flying punches.It was gonna be a nice, funny, dangerous view, though.Hahaha.Anyways, I could sense Darien vibrating with raw anger. His jaw ticked. His eyes were red.His eyes hadn’t left Zayn ever

VIONNE’S POVI concluded. Maddie doesn’t know anything. If Maddie knew, Vionne knows.Back to Mr. Wallace.The silence from the other line went on forever, and I almost. Almost ended the damn call.Mr. Wallace didn’t have something to say? Oh no, that’s not the dad I knew. He always has something to say at any given time. No matter what.Something is wrong. Probably at stake. Or a bad day?“I know I might have wronged you, but you’ve to listen to me. This is as important as life, Sunflower…”“Vionne,” I interrupted, “that’s my name. I’m sure you didn’t forget, huh?” I was quick to put him back on track. He probably forgot I was no longer his daughter, the one he manipulated and had always used all her life.And Sun… what? Why that name now? I know Mr. Wallace. He has been my Dad for twenty-three years. I know when he needs something. I know his every move.And most definitely, I know why he calls me Sunflower and the origin of that damn name.“My apology, but I need to speak to you pr

VIONNEOutside the MansionIt looked great. The view was too beautiful to be real. Too calm to have a worried mind like Vionne.Too peaceful to have a stonehearted mind like Rein.I don’t know, but I would rather call him Rein.I hadn’t really spent much time out here, though. But I would. The ambiance alone could make me survive until I’d accomplished all I wanted to.That aside, I think it’s time to make friends outside Miss Vivian.Males.I stepped out of the portico, and the fresh, cold air hit my skin. The calm morning sunlight bit my face.Securities could be seen all over the enormous compound, guarding against unseen enemies.I was right on time to meet Darien with Joseph, conversing.“Good morning, Dein,” Joseph greeted, walking toward where Darien stood on his phone.“Morning, Joe.” He responded, reaching for the key Joseph was stretching toward him.Dein? Not Rein?They were quite close. Close enough to keep up with these nicknames. I knew he was his second-in-command.I ju

VIONNE.Now, it seemed everyone had forgotten their job and were now staring.Some had their fingers frozen on their laptops, staring. Even the receptionist before the main hall, where a lot of staff worked, was staring, leaving a client hanging.I was startled. Stares didn’t feel ordinary.Probably, they loved your dress, Vionne.Something in my head tried to convince me.But the stares were already knocking the breath out of me. And some were burning my skin.Anyways, he ended the call, held my hand again as we walked in.“Welcome, sir,” the receptionist waved.Some clients acknowledged him. But gave me all the stares.We passed the lobby and entered the large hall filled with computers and well-dressed staff members. Too many of them, and there seemed to be more than seven floors in this big whatever skyscraper.My fiancée was big.Fuck you, Wallace. I perish here. He’s damn bigger than you. And you want me to run away?Not yet. Not even in my next life.Anyways, the closer Darien