Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Bella’s POVI knew it was a dream.Not at first.At first it felt too real.The hallway was familiar.Long.Quiet.Cold in that strange way large houses sometimes felt at night.I stood at the end of it barefoot, staring toward the front door.The lights were dim.Everything looked slightly blurred around the edges, like the world hadn’t finished loading properly.But the door was clear.Wide open.And Jonathan was standing there.My chest tightened instantly.“Daddy?”My voice echoed strangely down the hallway.He didn’t answer.He was facing the door.His back to me.Suit jacket on.Phone in one hand.Exactly the way he used to look when he left for long trips when I was little.A horrible, familiar feeling started creeping into my chest.“Daddy?”I took a few steps forward.My feet felt heavy.Like the floor was pulling me backward.Jonathan still didn’t turn around.He was talking to someone.Quietly.Too quietly for me to hear the words.I moved faster now.Panic starting to clim

Rachael’s POVBy the time I got back to the penthouse, it was quiet.Too quiet.The lights were dim.Clinton was gone.Relief flooded through me instantly.Sharp… immediate… almost overwhelming.Then…“Finally.”I froze.Bella sat on the couch.Wide awake.Watching me.“You’re late.”“I know.”She stood up.And walked toward me slowly.Then suddenly grinned.“You actually went.”I blinked.“You’re not angry?”“Why would I be angry?”“I missed Clinton.”Bella shrugged.“Good.”“That’s not good.”“That’s great.”She smiled wider.“For once, you chose yourself.”Something about the way she said it felt… proud.Like I had passed some kind of test I didn’t even realize I was taking.I set my bag down slowly.“You don’t understand.”“Then explain.”“He came for the list.”“And?”“I wasn’t here.”Bella tilted her head.“And the world didn’t end.”“Bella.”“What?” she said lightly. “You act like Clinton is going to cancel the wedding because you were late.”I didn’t respond immediately.Becau

Rachael’s POVMy phone kept ringing, texts kept coming in The penthouse hadn’t settled.Not really.Even hours after the chaos of the morning, something still lingered in the air.Tension.Unanswered questions.Too many thoughts moving at once.Just as I stepped into my room, my phone rang again. Daniel?Could he have heard of what was going on?I picked up the phone without overthinking it “Hello?”“You sound like you didn’t sleep.”“I didn’t,” I admitted.A small pause.“Bad night?”I walked further into my room, closing the door behind me gently.“Complicated morning.”“That sounds worse.”“It is.”“What happened?”I leaned against the edge of my desk, exhaling slowly.“My father’s case is trending again.”Daniel didn’t interrupt.Didn’t rush to respond.He just listened.“Every blog… every headline… it’s everywhere again,” I continued. “Like someone just decided to remind the world all at once.”“That doesn’t sound accidental.”“It’s not.”“You’re sure?”“Yes.”“That’s a sad th

Rachael’s POVThe Brooks came to us.That alone told me everything I needed to know.Because men like my father were supposed to go to them.Not the other way around.But today… they walked into the penthouse like they were delivering something already decided.Not negotiating.Not discussing.Delivering.I stood near the edge of the living room, watching as the door opened.Aubrey stepped in first.Elegant as always.Untouched by everything that had been happening to us.Clinton followed behind her.His gaze found mine almost immediately.And stayed there.Not soft.Not questioning.Just… waiting.Like he was reminding me of something.We need to talk.I looked away first.Dad greeted them formally.Controlled.But I could hear the tension underneath.Mom stood beside him.Polite.Careful.Bella lingered near me, unusually quiet for once. She was observing.Always observing.Aubrey spoke first.“The Brooks family always keeps its promises.”The words landed smoothly.Confident.Certa

Rachael’s POV The gates opened slowly. For a moment, no one spoke. The car rolled into the driveway, tires crunching softly over gravel that had once been swept every morning before sunrise. Now… it looked forgotten. I stared out the window. Home. The word should have brought relief. Instead, all I felt was something tight and uncertain in my chest. Mom was the first to step out when the car stopped. She didn’t even wait for Dad to open the door for her. Her heels clicked sharply against the stone path as she hurried toward the entrance like she was afraid the house might disappear if she didn’t touch it fast enough. Bella climbed out beside me and let out a low whistle. “Wow.” I looked up. The mansion stood exactly where it always had. Tall. Elegant. Imposing. But somehow… smaller. Maybe because I had seen it shaken. Maybe because I now knew how quickly everything around us could crumble. Dad stepped out last. He stood still for a moment, staring at the house