Semua Bab My Best Friend's Dad: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Tristan's POV The candle flickered between us on the table of the restaurant, the shadows dancing on Elona’s cheekbones. She looked beautiful tonight, effortlessly so. Her hair fell in soft waves, and the black dress she wore only made her eyes stand out more. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her wine glass, her lips curved in a subtle, content smile. But across the table, I felt like I was failing to hold it all together. She didn’t notice at first. I was good at hiding my thoughts...too good. But tonight, it all sat in my chest like concrete. “I heard back from my attorney today,” I finally said, pushing my steak around my plate like a man who had suddenly forgotten how to eat. “About Estelle. Apparently... she amended the Will before she died.”

Elona's POV I pulled the blanket up to my chest like it could shield me from the thoughts echoing in my head. The dim bedside lamp cast shadows across the room. Tristan remained seated on the bed, his shoulders curved forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands. Camille’s words still echoed inside me like a bitter aftertaste I couldn’t spit out. Did Tristan still trust her more than he trusted me? What is she trying to do or say? I closed my eyes tightly, but instead of quiet, there was only a growing ache in my chest. I opened my mouth before I could stop myself. “Tristan,” I said quietly, my voice cracking like thin ice. “Do you have… some kind of history with Camille?” I asked. 

Tristan's POVElona was combing her hair in front of the mirror as I sat on the edge of the bed, shirt halfway buttoned, staring at my own reflection in the mirror. My eyes were ringed with fatigue, the weight of the past few days carved into every line on my face. The anxiety clung to my chest like smoke I couldn’t clear. Today was the board meeting, the one where I would have to explain the pending investigation. The one where I would be stared at like a liability.“Tristan,” her voice broke through. I turned to look at her. She was standing by the bedroom door now, her eyes scanning me. I didn't realize that she had walked away from the mirror. “Are you okay?”I nodded slowly. “As okay as I can be.” I stood up, tucking my shirt into my slacks, forcing my body to move even if my brain wasn’t ready. “You always look stunning,” even when she was in her VFS uniform, the leggings and cropped top. She held her gym bag in one hand, waiting for me as I now pulled on my jacket.She smiled,

Elona's POV The studio was colder than I expected. Not just from the air-conditioning, but from the way the room looked at me as I stepped inside, white walls, camera lights, a glossy backdrop, and too many pairs of eyes that didn’t blink. The stylist shoved a hanger into my hands, the satin brushing my skin like a whisper I didn’t want to hear. Black lace, sheer panels, the kind of lingerie meant for someone who wanted to be looked at, not someone who wanted to be seen. “Change in there,” she pointed to a narrow booth with a curtain that barely reached the floor. After stepping into the changing room, my fingers trembled as I slipped out of my leggings, the chill biting into my bare legs. I could hear the photographer adjusting his camera outside, his voice low but impatient. The satin stuck slightly as I pulled it up, clinging where my skin was warm, exposing more of me

Tristan's POV The house was too quiet after Rowan left. The kind of quiet that didn’t settle but scraped along your nerves, like the silence itself was mocking you, yet the tension was still in the air. Camille was still sitting at my table with a wine glass balanced in her hand, a smirk carved into her lips like it was permanent. I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. I leaned against the wall as I crossed my arms, and let my eyes cut through her. “You’re a pain in my ass, Camille.” Her smirk widened. She swirled the wine in her glass, the liquid catching the light. “At least I live up to my last name.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling hard through my teeth. She had always been like this, quick, sharp, infuriating. But now, with her suddenly shoved into my house under Rowan’s so-called authority and the amended Will, the air fe