CHAPTER 1

SASKIA POVThe bass didn’t just play through the speakers; it vibrated right through the soles of my heels, thumping against my ribs like a warning. The air inside The Vault tasted like expensive gin, smoky tobacco, and heavy perfume. It was suffocating, but it was exactly what I needed.I adjusted the silver, velvet-trimmed mask over my eyes. It felt heavy, but it was my armor tonight. For the past twenty-one years, I had been Saskia Beaumont—the perfect daughter, the quiet heiress, the girl who smiled for the cameras while her stepmother slowly drained her spirit. Tonight, I was no one. Just a girl celebrating her birthday in a room full of beautiful, faceless strangers."Another one," I said, sliding my empty glass across the marble bar.The bartender didn’t ask questions. He just poured the amber liquid and pushed it back to me."You're drinking fast for someone who keeps looking at the exit," a deep, quiet voice murmured from my left.I froze, my fingers wrapping around the cold

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CHAPTER 2

SASKIA POVThe mahogany conference table in the law firm of Harrison & Associates was long enough to seat twenty people, but today, only three of us occupied it. The silence in the room was heavy, punctured only by the aggressive tapping of my stepmother’s long, manicured nails against the wood."Can we get this over with, Robert?" Victoria asked, not bothering to look at me. She adjusted her designer sunglasses, even though we were indoors. "I have a luncheon at one, and the traffic downtown is unbearable."Robert, my father’s lifelong attorney, sighed and adjusted his reading glasses. He looked tired. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and hesitation. "Saskia, are you ready?"I nodded, gripping the edge of my seat. My thighs still slightly ached from the night before, a constant, physical reminder of the mistake I had made in that dark VIP room. My mind kept drifting back to the scent of tobacco and leather, but I forced myself to focus. Today was about my freedom. "Yes, Robert.

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CHAPTER 3

SASKIA POVThe rain was coming down in sheets by the time the sleek, black town car pulled up to the gates of the Sinclair estate. I stared out the window, my hands gripping my small duffel bag. It was the only thing I had left. When I went back to my apartment after the meeting with Robert, my key didn't work. The landlord told me my stepmother had cleared out the place, claiming the lease was under the family name. Worse, when I checked my banking app, every single dollar of my personal savings was gone. Victoria had used an old joint-account loophole to completely drain me.I was completely broke. I had no choice but to be here.The heavy iron gates clicked open, and the car crawled up a long, winding driveway lined with towering oak trees. At the end of the path sat a massive, modern mansion made of dark stone and glass. It looked beautiful, but completely cold and intimidating."We are here, Miss Beaumont," the driver said, stepping out to open my door with a large umbrella."Tha

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CHAPTER 4

SASKIA POVThe dining room table was absurdly long. I sat at one end, staring at a plate of seared salmon and asparagus that I was too stressed to eat. Evander sat at the exact opposite end, a glass of dark red wine beside his plate, his attention focused entirely on his tablet. The only sound in the room was the occasional clink of his fork against the porcelain and the steady patter of rain against the glass.It had been three days since I moved into the Sinclair mansion. Three days of absolute silence. In public, or when the house staff was around, Evander treated me like an inconvenient chore left behind by a dead friend. He barely looked at me."If you're just going to push your food around the plate, Saskia, you can be excused," Evander said without looking up from his screen.I dropped my fork. It made a loud clatter. "It's hard to eat when the atmosphere feels like a funeral."Evander finally set his tablet down on the table. He took a slow sip of his wine, his dark eyes locki

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CHAPTER 5

SASKIA POVThe grand father clock in the main hallway struck midnight, each chime echoing through the silent mansion like a heavy heartbeat. I couldn't pace my room anymore. The memory of Evander’s hands on my face from the other night, followed by his instant, icy dismissal the moment Mrs. Gable walked in, was driving me insane. He was playing a dangerous game, acting like a tyrant by day and a sinner by night.I needed it to stop. I needed him to admit, without masks or shadows, what we were doing.I marched down the dark hallway straight to the west wing, where his private master suite was located. I didn't knock. I just turned the brass handle and pushed the heavy oak door open.The room was vast, lit only by the glowing embers of a dying fire in the hearth. Evander was sitting on the edge of his massive, dark-timbered bed. He had already stripped out of his shirt, wearing only his dark gray trousers. The firelight flickered across the sharp lines of his back and shoulders, castin

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All Chapters of My Father's Bestfriend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5