Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Best Friend's Dad: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Elona's POVI twisted my fingers nervously as Tristan pulled up to the curb outside the VFS building. Morning sunlight filtered through the tinted windows of his car, casting golden hues across his sharp jawline. He turned to me with a soft smile as he reached out to me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.“I’ll be practicing at the auditorium today for the upcoming show. It's approaching fast,” he said, his voice calm as he pulled his hand away from me. I could feel the tension underneath his calm, the weight of expectation pressing against him.“You will do great,” I said with all the faith I had in him, and I meant it. He was born for stages and crowds, even if he would never admit it. “I can’t wait to see it.”He smiled again, slower this time, more personal. Then he leaned forward and kissed me, a soft, unspoken promise passed through the press of our lips. I lingered for a moment, not wanting to leave the safety of his presence, but I had to. I pulled back, "I will see you

Tristan's POV The morning light broke through the window, casting golden stripes across the floor. The house was quiet, but the kind of quiet that draped itself over everything like a heavy curtain. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching her. Elona sat at the edge of the dresser, her back straight, her eyes fixed on the mirror in front of her. She was applying makeup with the kind of precision that came only from muscle memory. The brush moved softly over her cheekbones, hiding the fatigue beneath the foundation, and the concealer covering what I knew were subtle remnants of strain from yesterday. She was beautiful, effortlessly so beautiful, but there was something about the way she pressed her lips together between applications, something about the way her shoulders tensed every time her gaze flicked to her reflection. She was wearing armor, one layer at a time, and she didn’t know I hav

Elona's POV The studio felt colder today, not from the air-conditioning, but from the silence that lingered between the models. I stepped inside, the hush was thick like powdery dust, and I sensed eyes on me. Curious, calculating, and definitely resentful. After the fallout with Calla, where her jealousy had exploded, nothing seemed the same. The energy was tense, like everyone was waiting for the next spark. I caught my reflection in the mirrored wall, black leggings, cropped top, safe, professional, and just enough to blend in. But safety wasn’t what I needed. I had to prove I belonged despite the tension. Madame Delance had texted me when I was in car, before Tristan dropped me off, she wanted to see me in her office. A moment later, I found myself entering Madame Delance's office. She was seated behind her desk and she gestured for me to sit.I folded into the chair, my knees brushing ag

Tristan's POV The final notes of the piano echoed through the auditorium like a heartbeat settling into the calm after a storm. My fingers lingered over the keys for a second longer than necessary, holding onto the last chord as if it anchored me in place. Then I slowly stood, bowing to the applause that erupted from the crowd. A wave of relief swept over me. I did it. The performance I had practiced for, the one I’d poured the years of grief, guilt, and love into, was over and they loved it. The standing ovation should’ve made me feel like I was floating, but instead, I felt… grounded. Like something heavy inside me had finally found stillness. This was supposed to be the moment I proposed to Elona. That was the original plan. To kneel before her on this stage and give her something beautiful, but when the night arrived, I knew deep in my gut that it wasn’t the time...not yet. We were still healing,

Tristan's POV I simply didn't need more drama here in my house. Now, with these documents from Camille... I needed this not to be real. Was this even real? I picked up the documents and went over them again as Camille remained standing in front of my desk. My heart was racing in my chest because I had two things to fight for. "So?" Camille brought me out of my thoughts as I looked up at her. She stood with her hands crossed over her chest. "What's Elona really doing here?" I let out a sigh as I shifted in my seat and placed the documents on the desk. "Not that it's any of your business, but she lives here, we are dating...happy?" "So, she's the one you got pregnant?" she asked in thought. "Yes. Now, I don't know why you're still here, but I prefer that you leave," I stated. I wanted her gone. "I have the right to be here, and I can live here