All Chapters of Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Cassie's POV “You are already eighty years old, and legally, I am the one responsible for everything, even for you. This means that you will not be able to sign any document without my consent because you are already too old, and elderly people cannot answer for themselves because they are outside their cognitive conditions. So whether you like it or not, no matter how much you throw a tantrum, I'm the legal owner of all this here, and now I'm the one who decides what to do,” declared Josh, giving the final cards, having already planned everything from the beginning. "What?" His father shouted. “How dare you say something like that? Do you think you are an adult now with the authority to face me?”“I don’t think I’m an adult, father. I am an adult who owns myself and is very capable of making my own decisions, and I have the law with me, as I have already declared you as someone incapable of making important decisions because of your advanced age. The truth is that no matter how

Beckie's POV I turned on the stereo at a considerable volume, taking advantage of the fact that the walls of my apartment were soundproof, which pleased the girls who raised their wine glasses and roared happily. I giggled and left the atmospheric music playing. Furthermore, I simulated some sensual dancing, which excited them even more. They got up, got off the couch, and joined me, starting to dance along with me. “I just loved the idea you had of coming here and spending this time with me, girls. I want you to know that I love you,” I said, emotional, and hugged them deeply. Maybe it was because I was feeling alone, or the wine was taking effect; I didn't know; I just knew that I was happier having them here with me. “You know what I think, Beckie. You need to have some fun; get out of the house, you know?” Kate said as she caressed my waist. “Kate is right, friend. You're still too young to be stressed about men. I think your boyfriend deserves to pay for leaving you here alo

Beckie's POVI was sitting at the kitchen counter in Cassie’s swanky apartment, shoving a handful of salty snacks into my mouth, when she dropped the bomb. “What?You’ve got new friends?” she practically yelled, her eyes wide with jealousy, like I’d just admitted to replacing her as my bestie. I nearly choked on the cracker, coughing while trying not to laugh at her face.“Chill, Cassie, it’s not like that!” I said, throwing my hands up like I was surrendering. Truth is, I didn’t even want to bring up my new friends, Lindsey and Kate, but we were in the middle of catching up on all the gossip, and it just slipped out. I was planning to skip the juicy parts, though, like the private sex parties I’d been hitting with the girls.No way Cassie needed to know that. She’s my best friend, sure, but she’s also super strait-laced, all pregnant and engaged to a billionaire now. She wouldn’t get this wilder side of me, and I still felt a little shaky about it around her, so I kept it locked up.

Cassie's POVI was trying to wrap my head around what the hell was going down in Madame Alice’s fancy atelier, but my mind was spinning like a broken carousel. Alice, Connor’s wife and Spencer’s sister, stared at me with those cold blue eyes, like she wanted to crush me under the heel of her pricey shoe. Next to her, Bethany, the blonde with light eyes, Josh’s ex-wife and Mark’s mom, had a smile dripping with venom.And the third, Nathalie, a brunette with straight hair and a face that hadn’t cracked a smile in a decade, was Andrew’s wife. All in their forties, all dressed like they owned the damn world, and all glaring at me and Beckie like we were cockroaches they couldn’t wait to squash.I knew why Bethany hated me. I’d dated her son, Mark, before I became Josh’s fiancée, her ex-husband. It was a mess I didn’t even like thinking about, but to her, I was the slut who’d stolen her man and kicked her kid to the curb. Beckie, though… Beckie was a whole other story.She was a high-end

Cassie's POVAfter I spilled my guts to Josh about that hellish day at the atelier, I half-expected him to storm out and start a war with those bitches. But no, he surprised me. That night, he turned into this soft, protective version of himself I didn’t even know existed, like he could see how frayed I was, how my pregnant ass was one sob away from falling apart. I was still a mess, hair tangled, eyes puffy from holding back tears, but Josh? He just looked at me with those light eyes, all calm and steady, and said, “You’re not lifting a finger tonight, Cassie. I’ve got you.”He marched into the kitchen like a man on a mission, tie still half-loose from work, sleeves rolled up over those forearms I can’t stop staring at. I slumped on the couch, rubbing my belly, watching him whip up something simple but perfect, grilled cheese with a side of tomato soup, the kind of comfort food that hits you right in the soul.The smell alone made my stomach growl, and when he came back with a pla