All Chapters of My Best Friend Steals My Lovers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I saw Madison's familiar, beautiful face again.Just like the last time, she was laughing hysterically. Everyone around me had their phones out, filming. I didn't need to guess what they were laughing at.I looked calmly into the mirror. Across my forehead, someone had stamped in blue ink: "LIAM'S PROPERTY." That was her way of humiliating me."What's so funny?"The door opened. Liam walked in, smiling, wearing his perfect suit.Madison giggled and threw herself at him, grabbing his wrist. "Mr. Liam, I prepared a little pre-wedding joke for the bride. What do you think?"She pretended to trip, letting out a soft gasp, and fell right into his arms. She looked up at him, blushing. "Sorry."It was her favorite seduction trick. I'd seen it a hundred times.The last time, I'd woken up to find Madison—my nightmare—ruining the wedding makeup I'd waited so long for. I saw her trying to seduce my husband right in front of me. Fear and rage flooded me. I screamed, lunged at her, and slapped her

After the ceremony, I went back to my room to change out of my wedding dress. Someone covered my mouth and nose. I held my breath, closed my eyes, and played along.Just like the last time. I heard Madison and Liam moaning in the next room.I opened my eyes, slipped downstairs, and found my in-laws chatting with guests. This time, I didn't expose Madison's drugging and seduction like before. I just said worriedly, "Mom, Dad, I think Liam drank too much. He doesn't look well."Robert and Helen, along with the curious relatives, followed me upstairs. As soon as we reached the guest room door, we heard the sounds. Their faces went dark. They tried to cover it up, but I pushed the door open."Liam, are you okay?"The two tangled figures on the bed shot apart, desperately pulling up the sheets. Madison smiled at me through the crowd—a smile of triumph.The hallway erupted. "Oh my god—that's the makeup artist from this morning.""So Sophia was telling the truth."Robert's face turned red wit

Third-Person POVLiam smiled as Madison blew out her candles and cut the cake. But he was annoyed. Sophia still hadn't shown up at the party. He'd scared her enough. He just wanted her to apologize to Madison and put the past behind them. Was that so hard?A guard rushed in. Liam's eyes lit up—then darkened when he saw Sophia wasn't there."Where is Sophia?"The guards were sweating. They handed him the box. "It's a gift from the madam. She asked you to open it."Liam took the box, glanced at it, and tossed it aside. "What's in here? Necklaces? Jewelry?" he sneered. "Tell Sophia she can't buy our forgiveness with cheap trinkets. She has to come here and apologize in person."The guard stammered. "But... the madam is gone. We can't find her.""What?" Liam's face darkened. "She thinks running away will make me drop this?" He calmed himself. "Fine. If she wants to run, let her. She cares about her mother, doesn't she? Tell the hospital to stop treatment. Then text her—she can have it back

The moment I left Liam's house, I used every connection I had. For one thing only: justice for my mother.Lawyers worked through the night. The case moved fast. Faster than anyone expected. The hospital was investigated. Liam was suspended. His name was everywhere—"cheater," "abuser," "murderer."Madison was also exposed. She became a pariah.I heard later that Liam had a huge fight with her. In the struggle, he pushed her. She fell down a flight of stairs. Madison hemorrhaged. Doctors rushed her into surgery. Liam refused to sign the consent forms. He said he wanted her to pay. The baby died. So did her womb.When I heard the news, I felt nothing. Just a vague sense of irony. Last time, I had lost everything.I went to see Madison in the hospital. When she saw me, she screamed, cursed, and tried to throw herself at me. But her legs were broken. She'd probably never walk again.I stood in the doorway and looked down at her. "Madison. Why? What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?

Epilogue: LiamThe first time I heard her name after the trial, I was mopping the prison hallway. A guard’s radio crackled—someone talking about a small coastal clinic, a doctor who worked for free. “Sophia,” they said. “The one who sent that billionaire down.”I stopped mopping. The bucket of gray water sat still at my feet.Sophia.I hadn’t said her name out loud in three years. Not since the day the bailiffs dragged me away from the courthouse, my knees bruised from kneeling, my throat raw from screaming “I’m sorry” into the air she’d already walked out of.They gave me six years. Wrongful death, patient abandonment, criminal coercion. The judge called me “a predator hiding behind wealth.” My father, Robert, cut a deal and avoided charges. My mother, Helen, stopped visiting after the first month. She sent a letter instead: “You’re dead to us.” I burned it.Madison’s fall—her miscarriage, her broken legs, her suicide—was ruled an accident. No one charged me. But every inmate knew. “