Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Rachael’s POV I picked up one of my smaller bags and started heading upstairs. Bella followed behind me. Still talking. Still dramatic. Still somehow energetic despite the emotional chaos of the last few days. By the time we reached the hallway, my room door was already open. I dropped the bag by the dresser and began pulling clothes out. The familiar scent of my room hit me. There was dust but not so much. The scent was softer than the penthouse. Warmer. But still layered with the faint dust of disuse. Bella walked into her side of the room. I moved things everywhere Maybe it was time for an upgrade in this room… Nah I don’t think we have the money for that right now. I started cleaning the dusty mirror, the shelves, my books, makeup, everything literally. The dresser was also a little dusty so I pulled the clothes I had put in our and cleaned it up “I hope I never have to do this again. I hate cleaning.”, I said coughing Bella didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed

Rachael’s POV By midday, the stack of files in front of me had gone from intimidating to almost comforting. Almost. At least numbers made sense. People didn’t. Contracts had structure. Feelings didn’t. I leaned back in the chair and rubbed lightly at my temple before flipping to the next page. That was when I saw it. A repeated transfer. Same amount. Same account. Two different dates. But the notes attached to the transaction didn’t match. I frowned. That wasn’t right. I picked up the previous file again and compared the entries. No. Definitely not right. Either someone had duplicated the record by mistake… Or someone was trying to hide movement within the account. My pulse quickened a little. I quickly pulled another document closer and cross checked the figures. The discrepancy was small enough to escape casual attention. But once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. The office door opened. Jonathan stepped in, phone in hand, jacket slung over one arm. His eyes

Rachael’s POVI had barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Clinton standing in the living room, calm and composed, reminding me that in three weeks my life would no longer belong to me.Three weeks.The words had circled in my head all night until dawn bled through the curtains.I was still sitting on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor, when a sharp knock landed against my door.It definitely wasn’t Bella’s And it didn’t sound like Mom’s gentle one.Dad.“Rachael.”His voice came through the wood.Hard.Impatient.I swallowed and stood up slowly.The moment I opened the door, he was already looking me over with visible disapproval.“You’re still here?”I blinked.“What?”He glanced toward the wall clock in the hallway.“You’re late for work.”My chest tightened instantly.I had completely lost track of time.“I… I’m getting ready.”Dad exhaled sharply.“You should have been ready already.”Something in me snapped.Not loudly.Not dramatically.Just enough for

Rachael’s POVBy the time I stepped back into the office, I had already fixed my face three different times.First in the elevator mirror.Then in the reflective glass by the upstairs window.And once more in the restroom just before walking onto the floor.None of it helped.Because no amount of powder or lip gloss could hide the exhaustion sitting behind my eyes.Daniel’s words still rang in my head.You deserve more than this.As if it were that simple.As if wanting more had ever changed anything.Capri was the first to spot me.He was leaning against the edge of his desk, phone in hand, talking to one of the assistants. The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression shifted.A slow grin.Then concern.“Well,” he said, pushing himself upright. “You look like you just fought the whole of London in the lobby.”I let out a tired breath.“Feels like I did.”His brows lifted.“That bad?”I tightened my grip on the chocolate box in my hand.“I’m fine.”Capri gave me a look that clearl

Rachael’s POVI remember exactly how I left.Jessica was still talking.Still listing rules like she was assigning roles in a play.Aubrey was watching.Clinton was silent.And I was standing there with that dress…That dress I didn’t even choose.My fingers tightened around the fabric for a second.Then I let go.The material slipped from my hands and fell back onto the table.Soft.Careless.Like it meant nothing.Because suddenly…it didn’t.I didn’t look at them again.Not Jessica.Not Aubrey.Not even Clinton.Because if I did…I might have said something I couldn’t take back.Or worse…I might have broken right there in front of them.So I turned.And I walked out.Each step heavier than the last.My chest tight.My throat burning.By the time I reached the door, my vision had already started to blur.But I didn’t stop.Didn’t slow down.Didn’t wipe the tears.I just let them fall.Hot.Silent.Unstoppable.Because I wasn’t just humiliated.I was… dismissed.Reduced to something