Todos los capítulos de Hot Daddy’s Best Friend: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 68

Jalen’s POVThe moment Marian left my office, the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. I stood frozen behind my desk, staring at the closed door as if it might swing open again at any second. My breath came shallow and tight, my legs gave out as I dropped into my chair, elbows braced on the polished wood, and dragged both hands down my face.She wasn’t bluffing.After everything I had seen during our marriage—her cruelty, the manipulation, and the way she destroyed anything that stood in her path, the scariest was what she did to Fiona before she was arrested—I knew exactly what Marian was capable of, she was a monster. And now she had set her sights on Fiona again.My pulse hammered against my ribs. I reached for my phone with unsteady fingers and called mason, he was my long time private investigator.Mason answered on the first ring.“Mason speaking.”“I need eyes on Fiona. Twenty-four hours a day.”He paused briefly before speaking again. “Something happened?”“Marian is out

Fiona’s POVThe blindfold had become my prison, sealing me in a darkness so complete that every sound felt like a gunshot in the void. My knees throbbed against the cold concrete, and the ropes had long since rubbed my wrists raw, sending sharp stings up my arms with every tiny shift. Jordan’s presence lingered like a shadow—his cologne thick and nauseating, and his occasional low chuckles made my skin crawl. I used to think he liked me back in Marian's house, but his switch was the craziest I've experienced. Marian paced nearby, her heels clicking with predatory rhythm. My heart raced at the two hours ticking time I had left before I finally died lonely.Suddenly, Marian’s phone rang. She answered like she had been expecting the call for a while, her voice clipped and confident at first. “Yes?” she paused. Then, just like the bad news, her entire demeanor shattered. Her breathing hitched audibly, quick and shallow. I sensed her freeze mid-step, the air around her growing with panic.

Jalen’s POVMorning was filled with so much relief and hope, and my hopes were getting high. I had just ended the call with Mason; he had invited me to court for Marian's sitting. Hours later, I arrived at the courtroom that immediately felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of justice finally catching up. I sat rigidly in the gallery, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Marian stood before the judge, her usual arrogance cracked but not entirely gone. Jude sat a few rows away, our eyes meeting briefly in shared resolve. We had both testified—laying bare every threat, every manipulation, every moment of terror she had inflicted on Fiona. My voice had been steady as I described the fear in Fiona’s eyes during that video call, the gun pressed to her head, the explosion that nearly stole her from me forever.The judge’s gavel came down like thunder as she called out the order. Ten years in prison for Marian, thanks in part to her father’s lingering influence pulling strings for a lighter

Fiona's POVSoft piano notes floated through the elegant space like a gentle caress, while warm candlelight flickered across the white tablecloth between us. It was magical and breathtakingly beautiful. Almost as if Jalen had orchestrated every single detail with the kind of care that made my heart ache in the best possible way.He had been unusually quiet throughout dinner, though we still laughed over cherished old memories, reminisced about the steamy moments in school days, his demanding company, my growing passion for painting, and even teased Paris for her relentless efforts after all the storms we had weathered together. But beneath that familiar, charming smile of his, I could sense the depth of his emotions simmering just below the surface.He was nervous, and it was obvious. I had never seen Jalen like this—so vulnerable and raw. He sat across from me with a quiet intensity that made my pulse race.As dessert arrived, he set his spoon down with gentleness and looked at