All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Flora's POV The soft, soothing melody of instrumental jazz played through the speakers of the luxury spa suite, surrounded by the subtle scent of lavender and fresh linen. I sat comfortably in a plush white robe while two stylists worked on my hair and nails. Across the room, Emily was sitting on a plush velvet sofa, sipping a sparkling mocktail and looking at her phone with a huge, mysterious grin on her face. "Emily, are you sure your dad isn't going to be upset that we left the estate so early?" I asked, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "The company victory ball starts in a few hours. I feel like I should be helping him double-check the guest list or review Mr. Harrison’s file again." Emily set her glass down with a soft laugh, waving her hand dismissively. "Flora, relax! Today is strictly about you. My dad specifically ordered me to take you out for a full day of pampering. You brought in a multi-million-dollar deal, you work endlessly for Vance Enterprises, and yo

Flora's POV The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer linen curtains of Eugene’s master suite, casting a warm, golden glow across the king-sized bed. I shifted comfortably against the crisp white sheets, stretching my legs before resting my hand over my stomach. A sharp, brilliant sparkle caught the sunlight, drawing my eyes instantly to my left hand. The teardrop diamond ring, flanked by its delicate band of emeralds, glinted brightly in the morning light. A soft, breathless smile spread across my face as the full reality of last night washed over me. I'm engaged. I'm going to be Eugene's wife. "Good morning, my fiancee," a deep, rumbling voice murmured against my shoulder. Strong arms wrapped gently around my waist from behind, pulling me flush against Eugene's warm, solid chest. He buried his face in the nook of my neck, pressing a tender kiss against my skin that sent a familiar flutter straight to my heart. "Good morning," I turned slightly in his arms, smil

Eugene's POV The morning sun cast long, amber rays across the manicured lawns of the estate, painting the stone terrace in a warm, buttery light. A soft breeze ruffled the leaves of the surrounding oak trees, carrying the faint scent of fresh dew and blooming jasmine. It was the kind of quiet, tranquil morning I had spent decades believing was reserved for other men—a peace I never thought I would possess until Flora stepped into my life. I stood by the French doors of the sunroom, a steaming cup of dark coffee resting in my hand, quietly watching the two women who made up my entire universe. Flora and Emily were lounging on the sprawling wicker patio sofa, surrounded by a spread of crisp pastries, fresh berries, and chilled juices. Sunlight bounced off the teardrop diamond resting on Flora’s ring finger, sparkling like a beacon with every gentle gesture she made. She looked serene, dressed in a soft, flowing cream sundress that loosely draped over her frame. Sitting beside her,

Victoria's POV The suffocating smell of stale tobacco and cheap bourbon filled the cramped, dingy room, but I barely registered it. I sat frozen on the edge of the sagging mattress, my knuckles white as I gripped the edges of my phone so hard the plastic casing creaked under the pressure. My eyes were glued to the glowing screen. "Vance Enterprises, alongside Chairman and CEO Eugene Vance and Miss Flora, are overjoyed to share that they are expecting their first child together..." The words danced before my eyes like sick, twisted taunts. Below the text was a photo from their victory ball—Eugene standing in his tailored tuxedo, his arm wrapped around Flora’s waist, looking down at her with a raw, gentle devotion he had never once shown me in all our years together. And there she stood in emerald silk, hand resting over her middle, radiating pure, effortless happiness. "A baby," I whispered, my voice breaking into a raspy, unhinged laugh that echoed off the peeling wallpaper.

Flora's POV The private examination room at St. Jude’s Women’s Clinic was bathed in a dim, soothing ambient light. Soft instrumental music played faintly from hidden speakers, cutting through the quiet hum of the state-of-the-art ultrasound machine positioned beside the plush examination table. I lay back against the adjusted cushions, the cool gel settling against the lower swell of my abdomen. Beside me, Eugene sat in a heavy armchair he had dragged right up to the edge of the bed. His large hand held mine tightly, his fingers interlocked with mine in an unyielding, protective grip. "Alright, let's take a look at our little VIP," Dr. Reynolds said with a warm, reassuring smile as she adjusted her glasses and placed the transducer probe against my stomach. The monitor beside the bed flickered, shifting from grey static to a dark, high-resolution fluid space. A second later, the sharp, rapid sound of a heartbeat filled the quiet room—a steady, thunderous thump-thump-thump-thump