All Chapters of Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

LEAH'S POVI stare at the message on my phone and the words blur in front of my eyes.How could I have let this happen? If I hadn't left for Emily's this wouldn't have happened. Tears fill my eyes and for a minute I can't breathe. I don't know how long I sit there staring at nothing.I have one hour to come or…I can't sit here feeling sorry for myself. Mom and Sophie need me to be strong for them.I grab my bag from the floor and shove my phone inside. I don't have a plan or anything except the address on my phone and the video of my sister crying and my mother unconscious on the floor.I run out of the house without bothering to lock the door. The door slams behind me and I'm already running down the stairs.My footsteps echo off the concrete walls as I take the stairs two at a time. I almost trip twice and grab the railing to steady myself. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it would come out of my chest and my lungs burn and my legs feel like they might give out but I don'

EMILY'S POVI can't stop thinking about her. About them. The way my father looked at her like she was the only person in the room and the way she looked at him like she was terrified of how much she loved him.I want to be angry. I want to hate her for lying to me for all those months but I can't. Because underneath the betrayal and the hurt, I still love her. She's still my best friend, still the person who held me when I cried, made me laugh when I wanted to give up, and stood by me when everyone else walked away.I'm trying so hard to see beyond her being with my dad but every time I close my eyes I see them together and my chest tightens.I couldn't hold back the tears and I didn't know when I fell asleep.I wake up with a splitting headache and sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes. The room is dark. I reach for my phone on the nightstand and check the time.3:14 AM.My mouth is very dry and I really need water. I swing my legs out of bed and walk barefoot toward the kitchen.The apar

DAMIEN'S POV The hot-headed officer snatches the desk phone from my hand and slams it back onto the receiver. The line goes dead instantly. "I told you no calls until you are processed!" he yells, shoving me back into the chair. "I was talking to my daughter," I say, my voice low slamming my cuffed hands onto the table. "Let me finish the call." "You don't dictate the rules here, Mr. Cross," the officer snaps. He grabs my shoulder roughly and forces me down. "You sit there, you keep your mouth shut, and you wait." He walks out of the interrogation room and slams the door shut. The lock clicks into place. I couldn't believe it. How did I let it come to this? I was too blind, and now it has led to this. I sit in the dark pressing my palms against my forehead. I was right in the middle of telling Emily to call Reynolds. I did not even get to finish the word. I do not know if she understood me. I do not know if she is safe, and Leah is out there somewhere. Being trapped in this

UNKNOWN POV I stand in front of the mirror in the private bathroom attached to my office and unbutton my shirt slowly. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I trace the scars that stretch across my chest up to my shoulders. Every one a reminder of what he did to me, the twisted and discolored skin a permanent reminder of the fire that should have killed me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I can still smell my flesh burning the way I crawled out through the wreckage, my hands bloody and raw as I dragged myself towards the door that Damien had locked behind him. He left me there. He left me to die. I reach into the cabinet and pull out my prescription bottle and swallow two pills dry. The physical pain never truly goes away but the medication keeps it manageable enough for me to function. For years my very existence has been fueled by the thought of this exact night. It had taken years of hiding, healing, and planning. I button my shirt back up, step out into the office

DAMIEN'S POV I couldn't sleep a wink just sat at the same spot on the couch gripping my phone tightly watching the tracking app but nothing came up on it. No sign of her. Emily fell asleep against my shoulder a few hours ago her breathing soft and even. I didn't move her. I couldn't. Every time I thought about getting up I looked at the silver bracelet in my palm and stayed frozen. The sun is fully up now, casting bright, mocking light across the city. People are starting their days, living normal lives. They have no idea that somewhere out there the woman I love is trapped in the dark held by monsters who want to destroy me. Emily stirs beside me and lifts her head,Her eyes are still red and puffy as she blinks against the morning light. She looks at my face then down at the dead phone in my hand. "Did you sleep?" she asks her voice hoarse. "No." She sits up and wraps her arms around herself. Neither of us speaks the silence is suffocating. Suddenly my phone rings, buzzi