All Chapters of SINFUL KNOT LUSTING FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 51: How Could You?

Pearl “You did what?” Harold exploded. His eyes were twitching. “How could you?”“How could I what?” Patricia shrugged, ignoring her father’s outburst. “It seemed ludicrous holding cousin Ethan in the basement for a crime I didn’t witness with my own eyes. For all I know, you all could have lied about it.”“You shouldn’t have done that, Patty,” Brian have her a disappointed look. “You have no idea what you’ve just done.”“I made a decision that wasn’t influenced by any of you.”“And do you have any idea what it’s cost us?” Harold stared at her in disbelief. “I can’t stand to look at you right now.”“The feeling is incredibly mutual daddy.”They stared each other down. “Stop,” I ordered. “Patty.” I faced her. “You had no right to let him out. You have no idea the horrible things he’s done. The things he plans to do.”“You’re in no position to give me a lecture. How about you shut the fuck up and stick to warming my dad’s bed.”“Patricia!” Harold growled. “That’s it. You’re grounded.”

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

Chapter 52: She’s Still Not Talking to You?

PearlThe days were going by so slowly. Day times were the worst. While Harold and Brian were out haunting Ethan and his crew down, I was stuck in the house with Patricia, who still wasn’t talking to me. She spent most of the day in her room. The only time she ventured out was to use the bathroom and to say hi to cook in the kitchen.Going for archery practice was out of the question for now. I didn’t know what she got down to in her bedroom. It was killing me, not being able to talk to her. I would give anything to have her smile at me the way she used to. I missed our movie nights. I missed staying up all night talking and giggling about everything and nothing.Vicki had been interrogated by Harold, but apparently, they had nothing on her. For the sake of my sanity though, I had asked Harold to stop her from coming over to the pack house for the time being. He had agreed. For now, the only ones allowed into the house were cook and the guards.“She’s still not talking to you?” cook a

Last Updated : 2025-11-01

CHAPTER 53 — Pat's Anger

“What a wild little wolf you are, Pearl,” Harold murmured above me, his voice low and teasing. A soft purr escaped my lips as I brushed my hand against him even more against the leather trousers, but the fabric was in the way, a very frustrating barrier between us.Before I could do more, he swept me effortlessly into his arms, pressing gentle kisses against my cheek.“I have just the perfect idea to help us unwind,” he whispered. “You’ve been so tense lately… the issue with Pat has been weighing on you, hasn’t it? Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ve always got your back.”My throat tightened as warmth gathered behind my eyes. Deep down, all I ever wanted was reassurance, a sense of security in the storm I was living through. I had wanted to be close to him, to remind myself that I still belonged here, despite Patricia and Vicky’s constant shadow over me. But hearing him say those words, with such quiet conviction, melted my doubts away.The next thing I knew, I was lying on Harold’s bed, my

Last Updated : 2025-11-04

CHAPTER 54 — Pearl's madness

I feel like I've got elephants running marathons in my head; it hurts so much.I tried to open my eyes and immediately closed them right up, the lights were blinding and my headache spiked. Groaning slightly, I managed to croak out,“Where am I?”A quick memory jump made me reflexively reach for my belly.Someone was trying to kill my pup, my mind rang, and I immediately sprang up despite the headache.I saw Harold, Patricia, Brian, and of course... Vicky. At the other side of the room, they all looked tired.Trying so hard to remain calm and not reach out to rip Vicky's hair out and continuously slam her head against the hospital walls, I heard Harold say,“She’s finally awake,” snapping everyone’s attention toward me. Patricia and Harold looked really concerned.But I felt more like a fool under that gaze. How dare they! I trusted them with my heart, but mocking me in my plight? I felt like a fool, but at the same time, I got it. I mean... I did ruin them. But it’s high time we went

Last Updated : 2025-11-05

CHAPTER 55 — A start of something big

I was lying on the bed. They had all left me. Harold, Patricia, and Brian. I told myself it didn’t hurt, but I lied.It felt like a betrayal. Why couldn’t they just believe me and see Vicky for who she truly was?The doors to my ward creaked open a little, pulling me away from my internal monologue. With sadness and detachment in my gaze, I turned to see who it was.They were back. A fire lit up inside me, so they didn’t abandon me after all. I felt love pouring inside me, all around. It was beautiful.“Harold? Patricia?” I said, sitting up immediately. “You guys believe me, right?”In my joy, I failed to see the silent look they shared, the subtle nods of refusal from Patricia and Brian. Harold had no choice but to clear his throat and let the cat out of the bag.“Pearl,” he said, walking toward me with a sad smile, perhaps pity hidden beneath. Surely they did not believe I was really mad, did they?“I had Vicky investigated, from the pictures you tipped me off about... and…”I cut t

Last Updated : 2025-11-06

CHAPTER 56 — Someone is lying

“Pearl… I know it’s been a lot for you,” he began, but I couldn’t shake off my fear for this place. What was happening?How did I go from only bothering about my child and happy endings with Harold to fighting for my life, keeping secrets, and doubting the very man my heart skips a beat for?It was incredulous.“I just want you to know I love you very much and would do absolutely nothing to harm you.”Was he suspecting something? Or was it Brian he was after?Is this some ploy to make me trust him so he can kill me? Why would he want to kill me? Because he doesn’t want me to have his child? Is there a need to go that far? Just what in the world is happening to me?Somehow, I couldn’t help but giggle. When did I suddenly become so important that I had someone out there after my life?Snapping myself back to reality almost immediately after that thought — no matter how drama-filled I wanted my life to be, I didn’t ask for death, you know? Dearest Moon Goddess.Harold was still in my war

Last Updated : 2025-11-07

CHAPTER 57 — The fake pearl.

The room was so still that I could hear the paper tremble in Harold’s hands. His eyes moved over the lines slowly, his lips tightening, then softening. He looked up at me, then at her, and I knew before he spoke.“It’s positive,” he said quietly.The nurse murmured something and slipped out, leaving us in that unbearable silence. Patricia’s hand covered her mouth, Brian blinked twice as if he hadn’t heard right, and the girl, my so-called twin, began to cry in happiness, I suppose.Harold turned to me first, his fingers still holding the result sheet. “You were right, Pearl. She’s your sister.” His voice was tender, almost relieved, as though he’d been given a blessing instead of a burden, he even looked happy for me, they were happy at a sister I never even wanted.I nodded. What else was there to do?The girl, her name still Pearl, like mine, covered her face, whispering thank you over and over to no one in particular. Harold went to her, the way Harold always did when someone was h

Last Updated : 2025-11-08

CHAPTER 58 — Going downhill

It started with little things, quiet things that shouldn’t have mattered.A cup left on the table, the lipstick stain that definitely wasn't mine. A forgotten scarf on the couch that smelled of the same perfume she wore that first day. Nothing worth fighting over. Nothing worth crying over. And yet, somehow, it all began to mean something.She was good, I’ll give her that. Too good.Pearl, had a gift for pretending she didn’t know what she was doing. A soft smile here, a harmless word there, these small acts of kindness that made me feel like I was the intruder in my own life. She moved around the house as though it were hers by birthright, as though the walls recognized her voice better than mine.Harold tried. I could see it in his eyes. He would reach for my hand every chance he got, sometimes brushing his thumb over my skin as if reminding me he was still here, that I was still seen. But it wasn’t enough. He didn’t see how she looked at me when no one was watching, how she mirrore

Last Updated : 2025-11-11

CHAPTER 59 — Depression

The morning came softly, sunlight spilling through the curtains like it had no idea what it was shining on. I stood in the hallway longer than I should have, staring at the sketch still taped to the wall. My sketch. My lines. My signature. But her face.When I finally pulled it down, the paper tore a little at the edge. I folded it quietly and slid it into my robe pocket before heading downstairs.The house was awake already. I could hear Patricia humming faintly in the kitchen and the fake Pearl laughing with Brian about something I couldn’t catch. It never failed to astound me how easily she fit into the rhythm of everything, like a missing note that had suddenly made the song complete.I poured myself some coffee and sat at the counter, listening. No one seemed to notice me, and for a moment, that was a relief.Then the front door opened.Harold stepped in, shoulders heavy, his coat still damp from the morning rain. The air shifted immediately. Patricia turned from the stove, smili

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

CHAPTER 60—The confrontation

I walked toward it slowly, barefoot on the cold tiles. The smell of Harold’s cologne lingered faintly around her door. His jacket still hanging there. That detail shouldn’t have meant anything, but it did.I stood there for a moment, debating whether to knock or simply walk in to the already open door, My fingers brushed the edge of the door, and before I could stop myself, I walked right in.She was sitting at the vanity away from the door, brushing her hair, humming that same song again, my song. The sight made my stomach twist. She looked at me in the mirror, and for a brief second, I saw myself staring back.“Oh,” she said softly, her tone gentle, practiced. “Did I wake you?”“You were humming,” I said.Her smile faltered only slightly. “Sorry. Old habit, I guess.”“It’s not your habit,” I replied before I could stop myself.She set the brush down slowly and turned to face me. “What do you mean?”“You’re humming “my” tune. The one I used to hum before I drew. The one Harold loves.

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

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