All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Daddy : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Theodore The video kept coming back. Every time my team scrubbed it, it reappeared somewhere else within the hour on different accounts, different platforms, different file names. Whoever was behind it had copies that were stored and ready and it almost felt like they enjoyed toying with me.   I sat at my desk at seven in the morning watching the numbers climb on my IT director's report and thought about the golf course.  I should have been more fucking careful. If I had been, Eliana wouldn't have to suffer so damned much. I was always controlled, I always had plans and contingencies for contingencies, yet when it came to her I had thrown all of it out the window and looked at what that was costing me.  Eliana was probably several floors below me right now reading what the internet had decided she was. I had told her a gazillion times not to read the comments

Eliana "What do you want?!" I spat at his face and he let go of my air, rising on his feet.   "Four hundred million dollars." The number dropped into the room and sat there between us, so heavy and outrageous, it had me pushing off the floor. My palms screamed where the hardwood had torn into them, my knees throbbing, but I pressed through it, got my feet under me, straightened my spine until I was eye level with him.  "You're not getting a dime from me." Damon laughed, arching his brows at me. "Are you sure about that?" "Get out of my apartment." "Eliana." He moved to my kitchen counter and leaned against it, crossing his ankles. "Your name is on every site, every comment section, every group chat in this city right now. People have already decided who you are. Do you really want to hand them more ammunition to use against

Eliana My phone rang while my mother's hand was still moving through my hair. Theodore. I stared at his name on the screen and felt my chest tighten painfully. I answered before the second ring because not answering would have worried him and the last thing I needed right now was Theodore Blackwell arriving at this care home in full crisis mode. "Where are you, flower? You aren't home," he murmured.   I looked at my mother's hand resting on top of mine. "The care home." "I'll be there in twenty minutes." "Theo, you don't have to-" "Nineteen minutes then," He said gruffly and hung up. Serena was gone by the time his car pulled up. I had watched from the window as her sleek black car slid away from the curb and disappeared around the corner. Only then had I gone to the bathroom and run col

Eliana "Who's after you?" I yanked my arm out of his grip. "Damon, who-" "It doesn't matter." He was moving through my apartment, checking the windows, keeping his body below the sill when he looked out. "Just close the blinds. Close them right now." "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what's happening." He turned from the window and looked at me with something wild in his eyes, and then he crossed to my dining table and dropped the box he'd been carrying under his arm. It hit the wood with a heavy, solid sound. He flipped it open and my eyes narrowed at the small device inside it. It looked like nothing, like something you'd pass over completely if you didn't know what you were looking at. I knew what I was looking at. "Damon." My voice came out very quiet and shaky. A nervous laugh fell from my lips and I glanced up at him. "Tell

Eliana "I believe you." Three words. He said them looking directly at me, his hands still covering mine on the table. But his eyes said something else entirely. They flickered warily at me, his brows furrowed and I knew, I knew that look.   "You... You do?" I asked, arching my brows.   "I'll tell them not to press charges so don't worry about it. All that matters is-" "I didn't steal it," I insisted, pulling my hands away from him.   "Lia, all that matters is that you're fine. I don't care about the cold wallet," he said tiredly.   I knew that look. That was the thing that hollowed me out from the inside, standing there in that interrogation room under the fluorescent lights. I knew that look because I had seen it before, on a younger version of his face, in a different room, a