All Chapters of Falling For My Best Friend’s Son : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Sophie I finally saw the woman he cheated on me with. Lucinda. The secretary in her twenties who he never shut up about. My knees were shaking so badly I thought they’d give out. My throat burned. “How could you?” The words finally ripped out of me, hoarse and trembling. “How could you do this—right here—on our bed—on our anniversary?”For a moment, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "You weren't supposed to see it..." He said with his head bowed down. "I...I was planning a surprise for you. I thought—" My voice cracked. “I know our marriage got rocky at some point but I thought we could fix things." "Fix what?" he snapped suddenly. "I didn’t mean for you to find out about Lucinda like this but honestly, you brought this on yourself!" My head jerked back like he had slapped me.“What?” I exclaimed in shock. "When was the last time you satisfied my needs? When was the last time you did what I wanted..." It felt like the room was spi

Sophie For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The room was dimly lit—soft amber light from bedside lamps and curtains drawn.And there he was. Not dressed like a gigolo or a stripper and not standing — eager to please me.He wore a dark, perfectly tailored suit and sat, legs crossed slightly on the couch .He looked so hot, it felt unreal.His dark hair was swept back, a little tousled like he’d run his fingers through it. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, full mouth. He looked young—God, way too young. Twenty-five? Twenty-four? Younger than me by at least ten years. Our gazes met when I stepped inside and my stomach flipped so hard I almost sobered up.Why was a gigolo wearing an expensive suit?Was this part of the surprise?My knees actually felt weak.I walked toward him, trying to look confident even though my heart was racing wildly.I just wanted to get this night over and done with. "Take off your clothes" I told him, my voice, huskier than I expected. I didn't know where I'd

Sophie The dinner I'd looked forward to now felt like torture. The air felt suffocating. The hairs on my body stood and I was hyperaware of everything —the clink of cutlery, the sound of everyone's voices, especially Antonio's. I couldn't believe what I'd gotten myself into. Vanessa, oblivious to my discomfort, glowed with pride. “So tell us, Antonio how well did you enjoy Italy? Did you meet anyone special there?”He looked up and our gazes met. I reflexively looked away, keeping my eyes on my plate. ​"Italy was good. And no, I didn't meet anyone special there." he answered smoothly, confidently. His voice was deeper than I remembered. "As a matter of fact, I have met someone special here..." He mumbled. My head snapped up and I caught him staring again. His gaze flicked to my lips now, then lower—brief, deliberate—before returning to my eyes. Desire simmered there, dark and unapologetic, mixed with something sharper: recognition."Oh really? But you just arrived" Vanessa chir

Sophie Days followed and I poured my time into job applications. Before I married Ryan, I was a top fashion designer with twelve years of experience but I had to give that all up to be the perfect wife for him. Now, I was forty-two, almost divorced and rebuilding from scratch. I opened my laptop and applied everywhere. Six companies at once. I even enlisted Nicole’s help. I needed her influence. Four days later, I woke up in the morning to the shrill ring of my phone. It was Nicole.She had traveled a few days earlier for work—some research assignment in Europe that involved late nights and endless data analysis—and I hadn’t expected to hear from her so early. I swiped to answer, my voice coming out croaky and thick with sleep.“Nicole? Everything okay?”Her voice was full of excitement, almost vibrating with energy.“Sophie! Listen to me! AG Enterprises just got back to me… they’re offering you the job!”“What?!” I sat up, heart pounding."Yes! You’ve been hired as a top fashion