บททั้งหมดของ Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

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

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

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

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

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