Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Nights With My Best Friend’s Father: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Olivia's POV The day I had awaited all my life, the day I had dreamt of, craved, and longed for finally arrived. And here I stood at the altar with the man I cherished most. Behind us was my family. I spotted Jenna cheering, Miss Bianca present as my relative, and a few trusted employees and close friends of Christian. I swallowed as tears shimmered at the edge of my eyes. The priest’s voice rang out, “Do you, Christian Hayes, take Olivia Bennett as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” My eyes locked on Christian’s. “Yes, I do.” He murmured. Then the priest repeated the vow for me. A single tear slid down my cheek as I whispered, “I do.” “You may kiss the bride.” At that, Christian bent and pressed his lips to mine in a slow, gentle kiss. We pulled away, and as we turned to walk down the hall, people gathered, showering us with congratulations and gifts.

With my earphones plugged in, my gaze stayed glued to my phone. My finger skimmed over the flood of messages from my ex-girlfriend, Liv, my best-friend and my father. Pressing my lips together, I erased each single text. Every time my eyes lingered on the lies wrapped in those texts I sent them, my chest clenched like a rope tightening. Oh, I despised lying to them, especially Liv and my father. But I had to... A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I tucked my phone back into my pocket. The cool air of Trieste brushed across my face, making me hug myself. I had lied that I was leaving for London, yet here I was in Trieste, Italy. I knew they didn’t deserve that. But still, I was exhausted by the endless circles and the chains of my father’s grip on my life. How everyone seemed to know me, how they placed me in impossible positions because of his name. Truthfully, I was tired and all I wanted was to carve my own path. And maybe Trieste was the perfect place—far from ho

Jenna's POV My lashes trembled slightly as I ran my fingers through my hair. “We are sorry, but all applications have been closed.” The message glared back at me, and a sharp sigh escaped my lips. This was the fifth rejection I had faced, and I couldn’t fathom why every single one of them dismissed my proposal. I bit down on my lips as I shut the laptop. I rose to my feet, grabbed a bottle of water, drained it in one gulp, then collapsed back on the couch, drifting through my socials. My lips curved faintly at one of the clips, but I scrolled past. I was just a finger away from moving on when I swiped back. “The Romano’s Empire is hiring!” The announcement blazed across the screen, making my heart stumble like a startled bird. Who didn’t know the name Romano? Trust me, this wasn’t my first time in Italy, and I understood how powerful certain family names echoed through the corridors of the country, such that the name Romano alone was enough to keep everyone on edge. And

My lashes trembled rapidly, unable to form a single syllable as her gaze swept across my body.There was no way I could be mistaken. She was the same girl who approached me at the club, scratch that—she was the same person who introduced me to Adrian that night. And now she is here? In the boss's office? "Hey babe?” Her eyes roamed as she stepped back, admiration flickering like firelight in them. "Excuse me, I don't know you.” I cut straight to the point. I refused to be tangled in her affairs. Damn me, it was safer to lie than admit I knew her, so she wouldn't expose me to Adrian. She tapped her chest as though she was hurt by my words. "What do you mean you don't know me? Have you forgotten the night at the club and—” “I will have to come back later then.” I chimed as I turned to leave, yet her hand clamped on my wrist, halting my step. My teeth pressed into my lower lip before I slowly turned to face her. “What is wrong with you? I'm sure you knew me.” She insisted

Jenna's POV “Are you insane?! How dare you try to kiss me!” I snapped, the vein between my brows pulsing as though it was about to burst from anger. Yet the bastard wiped his lips as he turned to face me with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That is not a way to welcome me, Jenna,” he murmured in a low voice that made my stomach twist like a knot. My fingers dug into my palm. I should have known he would claw his way back into my life. How cruel to think I had escaped only to tumble back into his arms. Even if my heart once raced for him, I no longer desired him. He was poison for me and always would be! “Get out!” I blurted, locking my gaze on his. He arched his brow lazily, and before I could utter another word, he stepped forward, grabbed my hand, dragged me into the apartment and shut the door behind him. My body trembled in fury as I yanked my hand free. “Adrian,” I growled in a low voice. At this point, I knew shouting at him was useless. He humm