My Best Friends Dad Is My Second Chance Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Vanessa’s POV As the representatives from the Hilton Group entered the room, a wave of recognition washed over me. It was surreal to realize that the ‘Hilton’ Cassie mentioned was none other than Richard Hilton himself. Memories flooded back of my first encounter with Richard, my multimillionaire client who loved intricate body art. He was a man who spared no expense when it came to adorning his body with the finest designs. I recalled the awe-inspiring moment when he entrusted me with tattooing a wide dragon across his broad back, a project that earned me a cool million dollars. Richard’s insatiable appetite for unique body art led to countless commissions over the years, each one more elaborate than the last. I even tattooed his girlfriend Jessie’s wrist with his name as a surprise for him. They were adorable together. As Richard entered the room, his eyes widened in recognition. "Well, well, well, look who it is," he exclaimed with a hint of disbelief. "I heard you were de

Alpha Alexander’s POV Clad in my tailored suit, I strode purposefully towards the office exit, my movements crisp and decisive. The usual hum of activity that filled the office had dwindled to a mere whisper as my departure caught the attention of those still present, including Cassie, who watched with wide eyes, clearly taken aback by my uncharacteristic early exit. I met her gaze briefly, noting the surprise that flickered across her features before offering a small, knowing smile. It was rare indeed for me to leave the office before closing time, and I sensed Cassie's curiosity as she processed the unexpected turn of events. With a nod to those still lingering in the office, I made my way towards the exit, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the quiet space. As I passed by Cassie, I resisted the urge to offer a subtle wink; I didn’t want her reading too much into this after her approach earlier. Instead, I gave her a silent acknowledgment of the intrigue my departure h

Alpha Alexander’s POV I woke with a sudden start, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I couldn't shake the disorientation that washed over me. My eyes darted around the room, seeking reassurance in the familiar surroundings, desperate to confirm that I wasn't back in the study with Vanessa once again. The dream had been so vivid, so real, that it left me reeling with a potent mixture of arousal and confusion. I could still feel her presence lingering in the air, her image seared into my mind like a brand. The memory of us together, entwined in passion and sweat, ignited a fire within me that I struggled to contain. But as tempting as it was to give in to the animalistic urges that pulsed through my veins, I knew I couldn't afford to lose control. I refused to look south, to acknowledge the physical response that threatened to betray my resolve. I couldn't afford to be distracted by base desires, not when there were more pressing matters at hand. The thought of watching th

Alpha Alexander’s POV The hours passed, and Vanessa remained absent. A growing sense of unease settled over me like a dark cloud. I refused to entertain the thought that she had run away, but the evidence was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I paced the length of the dining room, my mind racing with questions and doubts. If she hadn't returned from work since yesterday, where could she have gone? The possibilities were endless, each one more troubling than the last. Turning to Amelia for answers, I approached the topic with caution, hoping to glean some insight without raising suspicion. Her response only added to my concern; she hadn't heard from Vanessa either, a fact that seemed to confirm my worst fears. Next, I sought out Alfie, hoping he might shed some light on the situation. But his reaction caught me off guard, his bitterness palpable as he spoke of Vanessa. They had been best friends before she left, but something had clearly soured their relationship in

Alpha Alexander’s POV I went about my day at the office, the weight of Vanessa's disappearance hanging heavily on my mind, casting a dark shadow over everything I did. It shouldn’t bother me that she ran away, but it does. It really does, in ways it shouldn’t. Each task I tackled seemed insignificant compared to the burning anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to run away after all my threats and intimidation. The sense of betrayal gnawed at me, making me more irritable than usual. I snapped at colleagues and gave terse replies to even the simplest questions, a stark contrast to my usual charm. My temper flared at the slightest provocation, and my patience was stretched thin as I struggled to maintain control under mounting pressure. Cassie, in her flirty outfit, was bearing the brunt of it, and it might even get her fired. Lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, I found myself contemplating what to do with Vanessa i