All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The vacation house stood talk and proud, perched above the coastline. Its white stone walls shone under the late afternoon sun, reflecting light so harsh it made Lydia squint as she stepped inside. The air smelled faintly of sea salt and polished wood. Every surface was crystal clean. Every corner was deliberately carved. The kind of place built not for comfort, but for control. Cassian owned dozens of properties like this in places no one stumbled upon, places meant to keep secrets. Lydia’s heels echoed softly against the marble floor as she walked forward, clutching a slim cream-colored envelope with both hands. Her fingers were numb. She had rehearsed this moment over and over in her mind, each version ending differently. In some, Cassian softened. In others, he compromised. In none of them did he look at her the way he was looking now. He stood near the expansive glass wall overlooking the ocean, a glass with reddish content in his hand, the amber liquid inside halfw

Lydia woke before dawn. Daniel lay sprawled beside her, one arm heavy across the pillow, breathing deep in the careless sleep of a man who had nothing to fear. The curtains shifted with the early breeze, pale light brushing across his face. Eight months of engagement. Eight months of weekends like this. She stared at the ceiling, her body aching from Daniel's intimate pounding the night before. As she rolled on her side, her mind tightened with dread. Because she knew what came next. By morning, Cassian would notice she was still in the villa. He always did. And when he did, Daniel would be sent away on some invented errand, some urgent call, some business that could not wait. Cassian would take what he believed belonged to him. The thought made her stomach twist. He could not stand the idea of seeing her with his son. He called it a principle. Morality. Bloodline. Yet the idea of her belonging to anyone else made him vicious with jealousy. A twisted man with twisted ru

“Hey,” Daniel said gently, worry etched over his face. “You’ve been upset for a while. Who’s that?” “No, no one,” Lydia stammered, slipping the phone behind her back. "It’s… it’s an employee. There’s an issue. I need to settle it quickly upstairs.” Daniel studied her, concern flickering across his face, then nodded. “I’ll be here,” he said softly. The words broke something in her. Lydia didn’t walk. She ran. Cassian’s suite door opened before she could knock. Matthew stood there, calm, immaculate. White shirt. Loosened tie. A glass of red wine staining his lips. Too calm. “Hi,” he said easily, stepping aside. She hesitated. He pulled her in and shut the door. Before she could speak, he lifted his phone. A different video played. A sex tape. Featuring herself and Cassian. Her breath vanished. She covered her mouth as the truth crushed her lungs. The tape existed. The threat had never been a bluff. She staggered back, horror freezing her limbs. If Cassian was a b

The night was quiet, cool breeze moved through the leaves, carrying with it the faint smell of rain that had fallen earlier. Inside the house, Sophia’s husband was already asleep, his snores deep and steady, filling the bedroom with a rhythm she had grown numb to. She lay awake beside him, her heart pounding for a reason that had nothing to do with love. Her body ached with restless energy, with the memory earlier that day. Daniel—her neighbor. The thought of his name sent a tremor through her chest. When she was certain her husband wouldn’t stir, Sophia carefully slipped out of bed. The floorboards groaned faintly, but the sound was lost beneath his snoring. She tiptoed across the room, grabbed a thin robe, and moved through the darkened house. Each step toward the back door quickened her heartbeat until she could barely breathe. The garden was cloaked in moonlight, shadows stretching long and heavy. And there he was. Daniel stood beneath the old oak tree, leaning against the trun

As she stood in the corridor facing Caesar, Amanda felt no hesitation. The chaos inside the cathedral did not matter anymore. She had already made her decision. Before Caesar could fully understand the situation... Marlow appeared. The groom no longer looked composed. Shock, humiliation, and disbelief were written across his face. Caesar understood immediately. There would be no easy explanation. No fixing this. Without thinking further, Caesar grabbed Amanda’s hand. Firmly. Amanda followed without resistance. They moved quickly through the corridors. Voices rose behind them. Confusion spread everywhere. Guests, attendants, whispers, everything blurred into noise. By the time Marlow reacted.. They were already gone. Amanda had never made a real decision in her life. Everything had always been chosen for her. Her school, education, lifestyle and friends. Even the man she was supposed to marry. Nothing had ever felt entirely hers, until today. That morning, while