Semua Bab My Best Friend's Dad: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Elona's POV The hallway leading to Madame Delance’s office was eerily silent, a sharp contrast to the buzz of whispers and heels clicking behind me in the main studio. I balled my hands into fists as my footsteps echoed against the sleek marble tiles. The cropped top I wore suddenly felt too tight over my chest. My body was aching from the drills, and the memory of that d^mned beam still lingered, its narrow line carved into my calves and my confidence alike. I stood in front of Madame Delance's door with her name on it. I knocked twice, sharp but hesitant. “Come in,” came the unmistakable voice. It was cool and commanding. Perfectly measured. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside the room that reeked of old money and brutal honesty. Her office wasn’t what I expected. It was sleek and minimal, yet unmistakably feminine. A single orchid bloomed in a white pot on her desk. Floor-t

Elona's POV The ache had settled deep into my bones. Every muscle in my body pulsed with the dull sting of yesterday’s drills, an echo of Madame Delance’s relentless voice still clinging to my thoughts. I had barely slept. The ache in my shoulders, my thighs, even the arches of my feet reminded me with cruel clarity that I had chosen this path. The morning light filtering through the apartment curtains felt too soft, too gentle for the way I felt inside. I sat hunched over at the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of water, not coffee, I didn’t want anything to dull the edge. Spooky entered the kitchen and stood across from me, watching me with that knowing look only he could wear so well. “You’re hurting. You didn’t even eat last night,” he said with concern. I shrugged. “It’s fine. I'm just sore, but I will be okay.”&n

Elona's POV I moved closer to him. I was only in my thong, my breasts were exposed. He moved his chair back and stood up, shaking his head as he came closer to me. I wanted him to use me instead of resorting to alcohol or work. I would rather we get through this together or me helping him in anyway that I can for him to move on. But I know that it isn't that easy to just move on. "I don't think this is a good idea," he breathed as he trailed his index finger along my collarbone. Shivers went down my spine, my lips parted, before darting my tongue out to moisten them. I stared at his lips as we were inches apart. "Please, just use me as you please," I begged, hoping that he would just accept it. His hands moved to cup my ass as he closed th

Tristan's POV I sat hunched forward on the chair in the waiting area, elbows on my knees with my head in my hands. Each second grinding against my nerves like sandpaper. Elona was somewhere beyond those walls, pale, fragile, and unconscious. I didn’t even realize Cris had arrived until I felt her arms around me. “Dad!” she breathed out, half a sob and half a relief. She pulled back just enough to see my face, and her expression softened instantly. “Gosh, you look like hell.” “I feel worse,” I said, my voice raspy from exhaustion and emotion. “I can’t lose her, Cris.” She sat beside me, not pressing me to speak, just being there. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I said it aloud. “I’ve lost people before. But Elona… She is not just anyone. I can’t-” I swallowed hard. “I won&rs

Tristan's POV The sun had barely risen when I left the house, the sky still steeped in shades of bruised violet and fading charcoal. Elona was resting at the hospital under David’s watchful eye, and Cris had made it clear she wouldn’t sleep until she had the dirt she needed to burn Velvet Fashion Studio to the ground. I let her go do her digging at SNT while I did what I knew best...confronting the beast head-on. The drive to VFS felt longer than usual, or maybe it was just the thrum of anger in my chest, making everything around me seem slower, duller, and inconsequential. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I replayed the image of Elona lying unconscious in my arms, pale and bruised. That wasn’t just exhaustion. That was a body pushed too far. And someone needed to be held accountable. The moment I stepped through the glass doors of VFS, I ignored the pristine interiors, t