Semua Bab OFF LIMIT: FOURTEEN NIGHTS WITH MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIENDS : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Chapter 121"Why?" I finally managed. "Why would you do that? Why would you agree to help him keep me trapped?""It's not personal," he said, and the words were so absurd I almost laughed. "It's professional, Adrian is my friend and client, and I have obligations...""Not personal?" I interrupted, finding my voice and my anger simultaneously. "How is this not personal, Kian? How is you using your legal expertise to fight against my freedom anything other than deeply, horrifically personal?"He had the grace to look uncomfortable, shifting his weight slightly and breaking eye contact for just a moment."I came to tell you because I thought you deserved to know what you're up against," he said. "I thought it was better than you finding out in court.""How considerate," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you tracked me down to warn me that you're going to destroy any chance I have at escaping Adrian? That's supposed to make this better somehow?""I wanted you to be prepared," Ki

Chapter 123 ElowenHis hand shot out and caught the door before I could close it, holding it open with strength I couldn't match even if I tried."Please," he said, and there was something desperate in his voice now. "It's important, Elowen, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't.""Important to who?" I demanded, pushing against the door with all my weight even though I knew it was futile. "Important to you? To Adrian? Because nothing that's important to any of you matters to me anymore.""It's about the divorce," Matteo said, his accent thicker than usual with emotion. "About what you're facing, about...""I already know," I interrupted, my voice rising. "Kian was just here, he already told me he's representing Adrian, so whatever you came to add to that message, I don't want to hear it."Matteo's expression shifted to something dark and angry."He came here?" he asked. "He actually came to your home?""Yes, and now you're here too," I said, tears streaming down my face again. "Was this p

Chapter 125MatteoI sat in my car outside Caroline's building for twenty minutes after Elowen slammed the door in my face, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly I could feel the leather groaning under the pressure, and I couldn't understand what the hell was happening to me.This wasn't who I was.I didn't chase after women who'd made it clear they wanted nothing to do with me, didn't let emotions override logic and self-preservation, didn't put myself in positions where rejection could cut this deep.Matteo Greco was controlled, calculated, the one who observed from a distance and made strategic decisions based on facts rather than feelings.But apparently that version of me had disappeared the moment Elowen looked at me with those tear-filled eyes and told me to leave.I'd stood there like an idiot, practically begging her to let me help, offering to betray my oldest friend and risk everything I'd built, and for what?So she could tell me she wanted nothing from any of us

Chapter 127Elowen "Good for them," I said, proud of how disinterested I sounded.I forced myself to focus on Damien's story about a client meeting gone wrong, laughing in the right places, contributing when appropriate, absolutely not thinking about Kian and his model girlfriend across the restaurant.But then I heard her voice, bright and warm and coming closer."Elowen? Oh my god, it is you!"I looked up to find a stunning woman standing beside our table, her features delicate and perfect, her smile genuine as she looked at me with recognition."I'm sorry," I said, trying to place her. "Have we met?""At the villa," she said, her accent subtle but present. "In Italy, I came to visit Kian during your vacation there, we met briefly one evening."The memory clicked into place—a beautiful woman arriving late one night, Kain introducing her as his fiancé.How the fuck did I forget about her?"Of course," I said, managing a smile. "It's nice to see you again.""You too," she said warmly

Chapter 129Elowen"He mentioned he's representing your husband," Sophia clarified, leaning against the counter. "Said it's a complicated case, that you and his client had a misunderstanding."The casual way she said it, like my entire life falling apart was just dinner conversation, made anger flash hot and sharp through my chest."It's not that complicated," I said, throwing the paper towel away. "I want a divorce, my husband doesn't, that's the beginning and end of it.""Kian says it's never that simple," she replied, her tone still friendly but her words pointed. "That there are always layers to these situations that outsiders don't understand."I turned to face her fully, tired of this dance, tired of pretending."Why are you really asking me this?" I asked. "What did Kian tell you about me?"Something flickered across her perfect features, surprise maybe at my directness."Nothing terrible," she said, holding up her hands. "Nothing I don't know""And what's that?" I raised a bro