Todos os capítulos de Fake dating my bestie's dad for Valentine : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

RUNE I sat in the courtroom feeling like my skin was on fire. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to run, to hide, to disappear into the floor. But I couldn't move. I was trapped in this wooden chair, surrounded by lawyers and court officials and the general public, all of them oblivious to what had just happened in Xavier's office.What I'd let happen. What I'd begged for.My eyes kept darting to Dylan. He sat three rows ahead, perfectly composed, his posture relaxed. He hadn't said a word after walking in on us. Not one word. He'd just looked at us, said he'd call Marcella back, and walked out. Left me scrambling to put myself together, my hands shaking so badly I could barely button my shirt.What if Marcella had heard something? What if Dylan hadn't ended the call in time? What if she'd heard me moaning, heard the sounds we were making, heard me begging Xavier to fuck me?Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.My stomach churned. I pressed my hand against it, trying to steady my b

XavierAnother case down. Today's case didn't go entirely according to my plans, not that it didn't turn out impressive. I wasn't doubting Brandon's innocence. He got hit by a rut inducing drug, and things went to hell. His girlfriend coming out to defend him was not what I expected. However, it played out perfectly in the end. Another innocent werewolf defended. I didn't expect Marcella showing up. She stood before me, pacing the now empty courtroom, a picture of barely contained rage. In times like this, I wish she hadn't inherited my temper. "What was today about?" I asked, keeping my voice as calm as I could. "You lied to me." She spat, her voice trembling. "But it's fine, not like I didn't expect you to. I came here to tell you that I'm leaving for Greece.""Since when?""Please, dad, don't act like you care." She spat the word "dad" like it was a filthy slur. "Also, I want you to fire Rune. I don't want her working for you. She's not built for the kind of work you do, she's

Rune's POV:After saying goodbye to Marcella for what might be the last time in months, I took a cab and headed to the calmer part of town. It wasn't easy, but I had found Annabelle Hillson. Nothing about her sudden testimony made sense. Same thing about the case. I needed to figure it out for myself, learn the actual truth of what happened. Without a doubt, I believed Xavier had defended and freed a man who should be rotting behind bars. Finding Annabelle's place wasn't difficult. She lived in a lovely neighborhood, one that was filled with all sorts of sounds from overflowing music to kids running around lawns. As I walked the steps up to her house, I recited mentally the questions I had prepared for her. If this goes as planned, I'll be in and out of here in fifteen minutes, head back to my apartment, and ignore the existence of my living room. At her front door, I rang the bell and waited. "Who is it?!" A voice which I guess was hers called out. "Did you order anything?!" Sh

RUNEThree days later, it was like nothing ever happened. Creighton Law Firm moved operations to a secondary location in the heart of the city, one that was even bigger, and more equipped than the previous one. Construction started on the burned building, and it was going to be turned into a sort of mall. In just a day, everyone seemed to recover. By three days, it was like what had happened, the literal building burning to the ground, was nothing more than a small but inconvenient change in the weather. I couldn’t understand it. And I honestly felt too shy to ask, like I would be seen as a crazy woman if I started asking everyone “why did we recover so fast?”I tried to reach Marcella but her phone wasn’t going through. Dylan said she was fine, that she spoke with him that same day. I wished I could speak to her, so I’d ask her myself what the hell was going through her mind when she did it. The biggest change of all, was Xavier. After visiting Annabelle, I didn’t know how to fa

RUNEI’m going to catch a cold. That cold will become something worse and I will develop a terminal illness and die. My phone vibrated. I glanced down at the rain slicked screen, my heart twisting in my chest. Xavier. He’s been calling all day. Since I left Annabelle’s house. I haven’t had the heart to pick his calls. It’s night now, I think it’s past ten. I watched this one ring out. My phone pinged with a battery low notification. I watched it countdown, wondering for a second how I would reach help if my phone died and I was here, all alone by the roadside, soaked and still sitting in the rain. I’ve cried so much that my head hurt and all my tears dried up. Yet it didn’t feel enough. My tears aren’t enough to remedy this. Nor is the cold seeping into my marrows. Annabelle’s words repeat in my head like a cursed mantra. Get off your high horse. You’re arrogant. You thought you’d get to be a savior. I don’t know why her words hurt so much when I know they aren’t true. I did