All Chapters of Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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When Hope Breaks

Rachael’s POVLater that morning felt… light.Sunlight spilled through the dining room windows, the table was fuller than it had been in weeks… toast, eggs, tea. For the first time in a long while, no one was rushing, no one was whispering, just like it used to be.Bella was already seated, scrolling through her phone with a small smile“I swear,” she said, looking up, “once this whole thing clears, I’m sleeping for a week straight.”Mom chuckled softly as she poured tea. “You deserve it. We all do.”Dad sat at the head of the table, looking calmer than I’d seen him in months. His shoulders were relaxed, “They won’t be able to hold onto our things much longer,” he said. “The lawyers are confident. Accounts, documents, properties, everything will be returned.”Mom nodded eagerly. “This nightmare is almost over.”I forced a smile, wrapping my fingers around my cup, “and then we can be a family again.”Life will soon be good, all thanks to the sacrifice I made.If it took marrying someon

The Call

Jonathan’s POVI’ve received threats before.In business. In negotiations. In acquisitions, where men smile at you across a polished table while calculating how to bury you quietly.But that call…That was different.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic.It was calm.And that’s what unsettled me.I stand in the middle of the penthouse living room, phone still in my hand, staring at the black screen.Capri leans against the bar, watching me too closely.“Well?” he asks finally.I don’t answer immediately.“He knew,” I say quietly.Capri’s expression hardens. “Knew what?”“That I was making calls. That I was pulling strings.”Capri straightens. “What exactly did he say?”I replay the voice in my head.Masked.“You’ve built empires, Mr. Hills. Don’t lose them over a girl who isn’t yours to save.”My jaw tightens.“He said I should stop interfering,” I say. “That this isn’t my fight.”Capri exhales slowly. “Jonathan…”I interrupt “And he knew about my attempts to get the file closed permane

The PentHouse

Rachael POVThe last thing I remember is the way the room tilted… my mother’s voice somewhere in the distance… Bella screaming… and then nothing.When I open my eyes, everything feels too bright.I try to move but my head throbs immediately.“Don’t,” a nurse’s voice says gently. “You fainted.”Fainted?For a moment, I didn’t remember how I got here.Right.Breakfast. Laughter. Hope.Then the door flying open.Police.Cameras.Dad.My chest tightens violently.“Dad?” My voice cracks before the word even finishes forming.“You need to stay calm,” she says carefully.Calm?I sit up slowly on the oversized bed. I was in a penthouse.Of course.Jonathan doesn’t do small solutions.I push myself up anyway.I swing the doors open and rush to the living room space,There I see mom. Her mascara is smudged. Her lipstick was gone. Clara Virgo never looks undone.But she does now.“Rachael,” she breathes, rushing to my side. “Oh thank God.”“What happened?” My throat feels dry. “Where’s dad?”She h

Closer Than You Think

Rachael’s POV“Dad?”Bella’s voice cut through the moment like a blade.We jumped apart instantly.Jonathan stepped back so fast it was almost comical. I turned away toward the railing, pretending to admire the skyline like I hadn’t just almost.Almost.Bella stepped onto the balcony, rubbing her eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”“Neither could we,” Jonathan said smoothly, his voice back to controlled and neutral.Bella looked between us briefly.No suspicion.Just exhaustion.“I was thinking,” she continued, “maybe tomorrow we should go see Dad again. Auntie is really breaking down.”Jonathan nodded. “We will.”I kept my eyes on the city.My pulse still hadn’t calmed down.We all stood in silence for a while“It’s freezing. Let’s go inside.”She walked away.The balcony door slid shut.Silence returned.But it was different now.Thicker.More dangerous.Jonathan didn’t look at me again.“We should get some rest,” he said finally.In a professional and distant tone.Like the last few minutes

The Wedding Must Go On

Rachael’s POV“Rachael” Bella called out. “Rachael wake up. Breakfast is ready.”I opened my eyes, praying that I’d wake in my room. Hoping that all that had happened was a dream.The unfamiliar ceiling was still there.But it wasn’t. This was my reality.I slip out of bed and go to the bathroom. How did all of this happen? After all I’m sacrificing, it still doesn’t feel enough.I turn on the heater in the shower and let it run down my body. Not too hot, not too cold.I hold my boobs, the way Jonathan would hold them. I squat slightly to wash my pussy but I end up running my hands gently over them for too long.Control yourself.“Rachael, hurry!”Bella called out again.“I’m coming!” I shouted back.I grabbed a towel, dried off quickly, and stepped out of the bathroom.Bella walked in just as I started brushing my hair.“Makeup?” she asked, looking confused.“Of course,” I replied, reaching for my foundation. “I have to look good.”“All that to stay indoors all day?” she raised an e

Just Instinct

Jonathan’s POVThe door clicked shut behind them.Bella’s voice faded down the hallway as she and her mother stepped into the elevator, arguing about which cereal brand to buy. A few seconds later, silence settled over the penthouse.Real silence.Capri’s door closed shortly after. Music started playing faintly from inside his room.I remained where I stood near the dining table, staring at the empty coffee cup in front of me.Aubrey’s voice replayed in my head.Alliance and stability must proceed.She hadn’t spoken like a mother arranging her son’s wedding.She’d spoken like someone closing a deal.I didn’t like it.I didn’t like the way she looked at Rachael either, calm, certain, measuring.This wasn’t rescue, it was positioning.And if I was right…Rachael had no idea, I should stay out of it.She’s engaged.This is political.Dangerous.None of it is my business.But the image of her sitting there quietly while they discussed her future like a merger agreement refused to leave my

Three knocks

Rachael’s POV If anyone had taken a picture of us that evening, it would’ve looked like a family advertisement.Soft lighting. Familiar laughter. No tension.Bella was sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, scrolling through something on her phone with exaggerated disbelief.“You know what I realized?” Bella said, pointing at Capri accusingly. “You flirt with waiters.”Capri didn’t even blink. “That’s not flirting. That’s efficient charm.”“That’s flirting.”“That’s networking.”Jonathan’s voice came dry and calm from across the room. “If you call it networking, you can expense it.”Bella gasped. “See? He gets it.”“I didn’t say I approved,” Jonathan replied.I laughed loudEverything felt… easy.Capri turned toward me. “Rachael, back me up. If someone refills your glass without you asking, that’s chemistry.”“That’s service,” I said.Bella snapped her fingers. “Exactly!”Capri looked betrayed. “You’re supposed to support me. We’re a unit.”“We’re not a unit,” Bella an

It takes two to have sex, don’t you agree?

Capri’s POVI wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.That’s the thing about penthouses.Sound travels.And timing betrays you.I had gone to grab my jacket from the hallway earlier that afternoon, before Clinton arrived. Before the performance.And that’s when I heard it.Not voices.Breathing.Too close.Then…A soft sound.Not loud.Not dramatic.But unmistakable.I didn’t stay to confirm it.Because I didn’t need to.Now it was past midnight.Bella had finally fallen asleep on the couch.Mrs. Virgo had gone to her room.Rachael was inside somewhere. Probably thinking.And Jonathan was in the kitchen.Pouring water like nothing in the world had shifted.I leaned against the doorway.“You’re bold,” I said.He didn’t turn. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Of course you don’t.”He took a slow sip.Still calm.Still controlled.That irritated me more than denial would have.“You ever consider,” I continued, “that maybe you’re not the main character here?”That made him look at me.Measur

Reassurance

Rachael’s POVSunlight spilled across the marble floors like nothing complicated had happened the day before. Like no one had crossed boundaries. Bella was already at the island, half asleep, stirring sugar into coffee she didn’t need.Capri scrolled through his phone, expression neutral in that way that meant he was thinking too much.Jonathan stood by the counter.Calm.If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve believed nothing shifted.“Why does everyone look like they committed a crime?” Bella muttered, glancing between us. “It’s eight in the morning.”“No one committed a crime,” Capri said lightly.Jonathan took the cup from Bella without a comment.I took the seat furthest from him.Not intentionally, but intentionally.Bella noticed.Of course she did.“Oh,” she said slowly. “We’re doing the mature silence thing today?”“No one’s doing anything,” I replied, reaching for a glass of water.Capri’s eyes flickered toward me for half a second.Observant.Too observant.Jonathan finally

Measured Distance

Jonathan’s POVCapri didn’t say anything when we got into the car.He didn’t need to.The engine started. The gate slid open. The city swallowed us.Silence rode with us for three blocks before he spoke.“You’re either incredibly brave,” he said calmly, eyes on the road, “or deeply irresponsible.”I didn’t look at him.“About?”“The flowers.”“They weren’t mine.”“That’s not what I meant.”Of course it wasn’t.Traffic slowed at the intersection. Capri finally glanced at me.“She didn’t look reassured.”“That wasn’t the point,” I replied.“No,” he agreed. “It wasn’t.”We drove another block.“You’re underestimating him,” Capri added.“I don’t underestimate anyone.”“That’s not true.”I finally turned to him.“You think this is a game?”“No,” he said evenly. “I think you’re pretending it isn’t one.”The light changed.He accelerated.“You’re calm,” he continued. “Too calm.”“I’m not competing.”“You don’t have to. You’re already in it.”I let that sit.“She reached for your side of the

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