Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

LEAH'S POV I have never imagined how Emily will react if she finds out, because I am too scared to think about it.Now I'm standing here, the door slamming still echoes in my ears. The moment the door closed, both of us froze. The silence is deafening and loud. I couldn't process any of my thoughts properly.I can see Damien is trying to say something to me but I can't hear him. I stood frozen, staring at the spot where she had been. She was right there, staring at me disappointedly.She must be embarrassed to call me her best friend. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to blink to erase the images.But all I could taste was my best friend's father, in my throat. And hearing my best friend's disappointed broken spirit chiding me in my head.My best friend and my father?That line destroys me.I was finally able to snap out of my frozen state, I couldn't chase after her, my legs were fixed in place, and very weak.It gave out completely and I fell to my knees—a sob wracking through my bo

ETHAN’S POV I haven't been this scared of the unknown in my whole life. I can't stop thinking of what might have happened to Leah.I thought she was safe in Damien's obsessed watch. He ensured he blocked everyone I sent to watch over her. Now I have no idea what has happened to her.I made a left turn. The drive felt shorter than I had imagined. Miami traffic thinned out near the station, streetlights washing the road in a full Orange blue.I didn't bother finding a suitable parking spot, I just cut into the front, put the car in park, and got out fast.I almost forgot Mateo was tagging along. The building looked heavier up close, too bright for the hour. I pushed through the front doors.A cool, stale air brushed past my face. A desk sat behind thick glass. The deputy behind looked up without much interest.“Yeah?” He groans. Obviously, he must say that several times a day.“I'm here for… huh… a friend…” I stammered, trying to remember her name.“She got a name?” He asked with a ser

LEAH'S POV“Police?” I murmured weakly, the word scraping against my dry throat like sandpaper. The single syllable carried the weight of a thousand regrets. I remembered all too clearly how Emily had once dramatically vowed, during one of our late-night talks, that she would never get arrested. “I’m too pretty for jail, Leah,” she had laughed, flipping her hair with that signature flair. “They’d eat me alive.”Marcus nodded once, his expression carefully neutral as he stared down at his phone, fingers hovering over the screen as if he might receive another update at any second."Nothing serious, ma'am," he said in that calm, professional tone of his. "Miss Emily was emotional and driving recklessly. The officers detained her temporarily for her own safety and to prevent any accidents."I released a shaky breath, letting my body sink back against the headboard. The movement sent a dull throb through my temples.That actually sounded exactly like Emily. Dramatic and a little impulsiv

UNKNOWN POV“Speak!” I snapped, trying to keep my irritation subtle, though the edge in my voice betrayed me. The stale air in the dimly lit room felt thicker than usual, heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats.“Watch your tongue,” Samson Deluca growled, his irritation mirroring mine but laced with that signature arrogance of his. “And what will your imbecile ass do to me… Call your son?” I shot back, sarcasm dripping like venom. A fit of bitter laughter escaped me before I could stop it. “Your son is getting his dick sucked by the family of the target.”“Watch your tone, boys…” Her stern voice cut through the speaker like a blade, cold and commanding. “We aren’t here for silly banters.”“Ye… yes ma’am,” I stammered, my heart skipping a beat. I fell silent immediately, not wanting to risk another punishment like the last one—the kind that left scars you couldn’t show in public. I kept my mouth shut, eyes fixed on the polished table, my pulse hammering in my ear

LEAH'S POVIt had been two days since the incident, and I was almost convinced I had no tears left in me anymore. My eyes felt like sandpaper—dry, gritty, and painfully swollen from hours of silent crying that had finally run its course.The emotional storm had left me hollow, a shell of the woman who had once believed love could conquer everything. Now, that belief lay shattered on the floor of Damien’s penthouse, alongside the remnants of my dignity.I climbed out of bed reluctantly, my limbs heavy as if weighed down by invisible chains. The apartment felt impossibly empty and lonely, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made breathing difficult.Sophie was barely home these days, consumed by an upcoming dance competition that demanded every spare hour of her time. She’d left early this morning with a quick hug and a worried glance, promising to check in later.Mom had been moody for days, locked in her own world of arguments and silent treatments with her boyfrie