All Chapters of Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Let Them

Jonathan’s POVIt started with her mouth.Soft.Warm.And dangerously familiar.Rachael’s fingers curled into the front of my shirt as if she had every right to hold me there, as if the world outside the moment didn’t exist.My back hit the wall behind me, but I barely noticed.All I could feel was her.Her breath against my lips.The quiet, shaky way she whispered my name.“Jonathan…”God.I pulled her closer, my hands settling at her waist, drawing her against me like gravity had finally decided where she belonged.Her head tilted back slightly as I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the soft space beneath her ear.She shivered.The sound that left her throat was quiet but devastating.“Someone will see,” she murmured.I didn’t stop.“Let them.”Her fingers tightened in my shirt.For a second she hesitated, then she kissed me again.This time harder.Desperate.My hand down her thighs, she cried out and arched her back wanting more.“I barely touched you and you’re a

A Better Alias

Rachael’s POVMorning in the penthouse arrived quietly.The kind of quiet that only existed when my father wasn’t on the phone arguing with lawyers.His bedroom door had remained shut since dawn, the muted sound of television occasionally leaking into the hallway. House arrest had turned him into a restless presence in a place that didn’t even belong to him.None of this belonged to us.The penthouse was Jonathan’s.He had rented it without hesitation the moment our home became a circus of flashing cameras and shouting reporters. Paparazzi still lingered outside the old house, hoping for another scandal involving Briggs Ltd.So we had moved here.Temporarily.Guests in someone else’s life.I kind of missed homeI’m sure mom did too. She had bought us breakfast and left earlier to get groceries, saying she needed fresh air.Which left the rest of us gathered around the dining table.Bella was halfway through a croissant, Capri scrolled lazily through his phone, and Jonathan sat across

Ten Guests

Rachael’s POVFor a moment I stayed where I was.The balcony door had already closed behind Jonathan, but the air still felt warmer than it had a few minutes ago.‘The real version of that night was a lot harder to forget.’The words replayed in my head whether I wanted them to or not.I exhaled slowly, resting my hands on the cool metal railing.The tension that had been sitting in my chest since he travelled had loosened slightly.Not gone.But different.Jonathan and I had always been good at turning conversations into arguments.Today, somehow, we hadn’t.That alone felt like progress.The city below carried on as usual… cars moving through the morning traffic, people crossing the streets without a second thought.Normal life.For a moment, I let myself enjoy the quiet.Then Bella’s voice drifted faintly through the glass door.Loud.Dramatic.Probably complaining about something.Some things never changed.I straightened and pushed the balcony door open.Warm air from the apartme

Irrelevant Daniel

Rachael’s POV“…Good day?”Bella’s voice sounded unusually small.Which, for Bella, was almost impressive.Clinton didn’t respond immediately.He stepped further into the penthouse, closing the door behind him with the quiet precision of someone who disliked unnecessary noise.His gaze moved slowly across the dining table.The scattered guest lists.The brochures.The half finished seating charts.Then it settled on Bella.“You were saying something about control.”Bella straightened in her chair.“I…”She glanced at me.For help.Unfortunately for her, I had no intention of rescuing her from a situation she had created herself.Clinton pulled out one of the chairs across from us and sat down.Calmly.Deliberately.“If you have concerns about the arrangements,” he continued evenly, “you should express them directly.”Bella blinked.“Oh.”That clearly hadn’t been the reaction she expected.For once, she seemed unsure whether to argue or retreat.She chose a third option.“Well,” she sa

Curiosity is Dangerous

Jonathan’s POVI noticed the problem long before anyone else did.Rachael Virgo did not look like a woman planning her wedding.She looked like a woman attending a meeting about it.I leaned against the doorway of the living area, unnoticed for the moment, watching the scene unfold across the dining table.Bella sat hunched over a mountain of papers, arguing with the enthusiasm while Rachael sat opposite her, calm as ever.Too calm.Clinton Brooks sat at the head of the table, reviewing documents with the focused detachment of a man negotiating a merger.Which, in a way, he probably believed he was.“The Brooks name carries expectations,” Clinton was saying evenly.Bella rolled her eyes.“I think the Brooks name will survive if Rachael invites more than ten people.”“The number has already been decided.”“That doesn’t mean it makes sense.”Rachael spoke before Bella could continue.“It’s fine.”Bella turned to her immediately.“No, it’s not fine.”“It’s practical.”“That’s the problem

Surprise!

Bella’s POV I loved surprises.Most people said that it was a personality trait.For me it was closer to a life philosophy.Unfortunately, my family had a very strange relationship with surprises.Jonathan usually reacted to them with quiet suspicion.Capri reacted with amusement.And RachaelWell.Rachael usually looked like she was mentally calculating how much chaos was about to follow.Which was exactly why I had waited until the last possible moment to tell her.She was sitting on the couch in the penthouse living room when I walked in.Wedding folders surrounded her like small, judgmental mountains.Guest lists.Venue confirmations.Color palettes.The entire thing looked exhausting.Rachael glanced up when she heard me.“You look suspiciously happy.”I dropped onto the couch beside her.“I have news.”“That sentence rarely ends well.”“This one will.”She closed the folder in her hands slowly.“What did you do?”“I invited someone.”Rachael blinked.“To the wedding?”“No.”“To

Mary Hills

Rachael’s POVMary Hills did not fill a room with noise.She filled it with awareness.Even sitting quietly on Bella’s couch, she carried the calm authority of someone used to being listened to.Bella, unfortunately, had never been very good at silence.“…and then Clinton decided the announcement should happen two weeks before the ceremony which is completely unnecessary because honestly who even announces a wedding like it’s a political campaign”“Bella,” Mary said gently.Bella stopped mid sentence.“Yes?”“Breathe.”Bella frowned.“I am breathing.”“Not very efficiently.”Bella sighed dramatically and leaned back into the chair.“This is exactly why I don’t tell you things.”“You tell me everything.”“That’s because I’m generous.”Mary smiled faintly.“That’s one word for it.”Her eyes drifted toward the papers scattered across the coffee table.Guest lists.Venue confirmations.She picked up one of the documents.“Two hundred guests.”Bella groaned.“Yes, thank you for reminding u

Reality is Often Disappointing

Rachael’s POVBella poured wine like she was hosting a celebration.Which, in her mind, she probably was.“This,” she declared proudly, handing Mary a glass, “is progress.”Mary accepted the wine.“Progress toward what?”Bella blinked.“Toward you two speaking to each other without lawyers present.”Jonathan didn’t react.He leaned against the edge of the kitchen island instead, arms loosely folded.Watching.Not participating.Mary glanced at him briefly.“Your daughter believes she’s orchestrating something.”Jonathan’s voice was calm.“She’s been attempting that since she was twelve.”Bella gasped.“That was one time.”“It was seventeen times.”“Those were different situations.”Mary sipped her wine.“And what situation is this?”Bella spread her arms.“A family visit.”Mary looked around the penthouse.“At Jonathan’s apartment.”“Temporary apartment,” Bella corrected.Jonathan said nothing.His gaze moved briefly across the room.Then it landed on me.For a moment it stayed there.

The Ambush

Rachael’s POV The penthouse felt unusually quiet after Mary left.Not peaceful.Just quiet in a way that made the earlier tension linger in the air like a conversation that had ended too suddenly.Bella had gone downstairs to walk her out, still talking animatedly about something only she seemed excited about.Jonathan had disappeared down the hallway shortly afterward, leaving behind the faint smell of his cologne and the unsettling feeling that he had noticed far more tonight than he had said.Which left me alone in the living room.The dining table still looked like a war zone.Guest lists.Venue brochures.Three different pens Bella had insisted were “luckier for wedding planning.”I started stacking the papers slowly, mostly to give my mind something simple to focus on.Because the alternative was thinking about everything Mary Hills had said.And everything she hadn’t.The front door suddenly opened.Bella rushed inside like she had just won the lottery.Her cheeks were flushed

The European Encounter

Rachael’s POVThe car ride to Suzu Café was far too quiet.Bella sat in the passenger seat practically vibrating with excitement, her phone still clutched in her hand like the message from the waiter might suddenly disappear if she let go of it.Jonathan drove.Which I hadn’t expected.Clinton usually insisted on drivers, but Jonathan had taken the keys without discussion when Bella announced we were leaving. Now one hand rested casually on the steering wheel while the other adjusted the car slightly as we turned onto the street where the café sat.He looked completely calm.Bella, on the other hand, had turned halfway around in her seat so she could face me.“I still can’t believe this is happening.”I leaned back slightly.“Bella, we’re going to a café. You’re acting like we’re uncovering a conspiracy.”“This is a conspiracy,” she said dramatically. “A romantic one.”Jonathan spoke without looking away from the road.“That’s not a real category.”Bella ignored him.“You met this mys

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