Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 207

ISABELLA'S POV The penthouse is packed with guests I invited for dinner because I needed it after such a wonderful accomplishment. Warm golden light spills from the chandeliers casting a soft glow over the crowd of Miami's elite and the clink of champagne glasses mingles with laughter and the low hum of conversation. Everywhere I look people are smiling and drinking and fanning over me like I'm the queen of this city well at this point I am. I hold court on the velvet chaise near the window with a half-empty glass of champagne in my hand. The city sprawls below glittering and indifferent but up here all eyes are on me. "Can you believe it?" Valerie says. She's a socialite with too much Botox and too little sense but she's useful for spreading rumors. "Isabella Reyes and Damien Cross. The wedding of the decade. Everyone is talking about it." "Please" another woman chimes in. "They're calling you Miami's power couple. You're practically royalty now. You have everything—a rich

DAMIEN'S POV I finally calmed down after what felt like hours, crying in Nina’s arms like a child. I don't know how long I've been sitting here on the floor of Nina's study with my back against the wall and my face wet and my chest hollow. The fire in the hearth has burned down to embers. The room is dim and quiet. Nina sits in her chair across from me watching me waiting, letting me fall apart without trying to fix it. She didn't say a word, just kept patting my back and handing me wipes. I wipe my face with the back of my hand. My eyes are raw and my throat is sore. My whole body feels like it's been wrung out and left to dry. "I'm sorry" I say. My voice is hoarse. "I didn't mean to—" "Stop." Her voice is gentle but firm. "You don't apologize for feeling Damien. You're not a machine. You're a man who has loved deeply and lost deeply. That's not something to be ashamed of." I don't know what to say to that. So I just sit there in the silence. She stands up slowly and walk

EMILY'S POV Jeremy's apartment is small and cold and I hate that I'm here. Jeremy sets up an inflatable bed in the corner of the living room while I stand there watching. He moves quickly, efficiently. The mattress hisses as it fills with air, and the sound is loud in the quiet apartment. "Here" he says, patting the mattress. "It's not much but it's better than the couch." I don't say anything. I just sit down on the edge of it. The plastic crinkles under my weight and I can feel the cold floor seeping through the thin material. Ethan is already on the couch, staring at his phone. The tracking app is still open and he hasn't looked away from it since we got here. I lie down and stare at the ceiling. The lights are off, and the only glow comes from Ethan's phone screen. Shadows stretch across the walls and the silence is heavy and suffocating. I don't sleep. I can't. Every time I close my eyes I see Leah's face.. I shiver and wrap my arms around myself. The cold seeps through