All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Flora's POV My breath hitched in my chest, a cold wave of terror paralyzing every single muscle in my body. Victoria stood just inches from the closed door, her gaunt face twisted into a grotesque, triumphant sneer. Her eyes—hollow, bloodshot, and gleaming with unhinged malice—raked over me from head to toe, lingering with terrifying hatred on my lower stomach. She was wearing a faded nurse’s uniform that hung loosely off her frail frame, a disguise that had somehow allowed her to slip right past the hospital staff. "V-Victoria..." The name scraped out of my throat, barely audible above the rapid, terrified thudding of my heart against my ribs. "Surprised to see me, Flora?" Victoria purred, stepping forward with a slow, deliberate stride. She reached back with a gloved hand and turned the heavy deadbolt on the door behind her. The metallic click echoed through the dim, quiet room like a gunshot, sealing us inside together. "Did you really think Eugene’s precious security guards

Victoria's POV The fluorescent lights on the ceiling hummed with a sharp, buzz that made my head throb. I sat strapped to a hard metal chair in the center of a small, windowless room. Thick leather restraints bound my wrists and ankles tightly to the heavy frame, cutting off the circulation until my fingers felt numb. The air smelled strongly of harsh chemical bleach, rubbing alcohol, and old paper. Across the steel table sat two men. On the left was Inspector Miller, a stern police detective with grey hair and a tired, unimpressed face. On the right was Dr. Evans, a middle-aged chief psychiatrist holding a thick white folder filled with medical charts and police reports. "Let me out of these straps right now!" I shrieked, tugging frantically against the leather bands. The heavy chair rattled against the linoleum floor, but it was bolted down solid. "Do you have any idea who I am? I am Victoria Vance! My husband is Eugene Vance! He owns half this city! You cannot treat me like

Emily's POV The private hospital suite was warm and quiet, but the cold lump of anxiety in my chest hadn't dissolved since I got the call at Josh’s house. Flora was sitting up in bed, looking rested and pale, eating a small bowl of fresh warm soup. Dad sat right beside her, holding her napkin and watching her like she was made of delicate glass. Seeing them like that—safe, whole, and together—should have put my mind completely at ease. Instead, my hands wouldn't stop shaking. "Emily, sweetie, you haven't touched your tea," Flora said gently, gesturing toward the mug resting on the bedside table. Her soft voice broke through the loud, racing thoughts in my head. "I promise you, I'm feeling so much better. The headache is almost entirely gone, and the doctor said the baby is as healthy as ever." I forced a tight, reassuring smile onto my face, stepping closer to squeeze her hand. "I know, Flora. I'm so glad. I don't know what I would have done if... if anything happened to eith

Eugene POV The pale moonlight filtered through the curtains of our bedroom, casting a silvery sheen across the floor. The house was silent now, the joyful sounds from the afternoon replaced by the soft, steady rhythm of the night.The air in the room was cool, carrying the faint scent of the lavender spray Flora loved. I stood by the window, watching the moonlight reflected on the garden, but my attention was entirely on the woman sitting on the edge of our bed. Flora had changed into a simple, cream-colored silk nightgown that fell softly around her knees. The delicate fabric clung to the gentle curve of her belly, the roundness of her pregnancy now undeniable, a beautiful testament to the new life growing inside her. She was brushing out her hair, the long, dark strands catching the moonlight with every stroke of the brush. The small, white bandage on her forehead was a stark reminder of the violence she faced, yet her movements were slow, calm, and graceful. I walked over to

Flora's POV Flora opened her eyes and saw Eugene was still asleep. She stretched and watched him sleep. He looked peaceful. A wicked thought came to her. She lowered herself to his cock and sucked it into her mouth. Eugene groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that rumbled in his chest as he slowly surfaced from the depths of sleep. He didn't open his eyes right away, just lay there, a faint, sleepy smile playing on his lips as the warm, wet heat of Flora's mouth enveloped him. His hand, heavy and relaxed, came to rest on her head, his fingers tangling gently in her hair. "Good morning to you too," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He finally cracked open an eye, looking down at her. The sight of her, her dark head bobbing over him, her lips stretched around him, sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to his groin. She pulled back, a slow, deliberate glide, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she released him with a soft pop. "Good morning," she replied, her voice