All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Eugene POV The first thing I felt was the weight of her. Not heavy, just… right. A solid warmth pressing against my side, her leg tangled with mine under the sheets. The second thing was the light, pale and gray, filtering through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.Flora was still asleep, her breathing deep and even. I tilted my head down to look at her. Her dark hair was a mess against the white pillowcase, a few strands stuck to the corner of her mouth. In the soft morning light, she looked softer. All the tension that usually lived in the set of her jaw was gone, replaced by a complete, unguarded peace.My gaze drifted down. The sheet was pooled around her waist, leaving her back bare. I watched the gentle, almost imperceptible rise and fall of her side as she breathed. I flattened my palm against her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin. My thumb traced the delicate line of her vertebrae, one by one. Last night replayed in my head. The smel

Eugene's POVThe last six days had passed in a clean, quiet blur.For the first time in years, the heavy weight in my chest was completely gone. The house felt like a home again. Emily was relaxed, coming and going from her design studio with a light step, talking and laughing with Flora over dinner like the last month of silence had never happened. And Flora... having Flora back in my bed, waking up next to her every morning, felt like coming out of a long, cold dark.It was a blissful bubble. But Monday morning arrived all the same.I adjusted my tie in the reflection of my office window, looking out over the city skyline twenty floors below. The quiet of the house was gone, replaced by the hum of the firm, the faint sound of ringing phones outside my office, and the stack of folders waiting on my desk. But the usual stress of it didn't touch me today.I walked over to my heavy mahogany desk and sat down in the leather chair. Resting right beside my laptop was a new silver picture f

Eugene's POVMy desk phone chimed twice, breaking the quiet hum of my corner office. I didn't answer it right away.I leaned back in my leather chair, looking down at the small silver frame resting next to my laptop. In the photo, Flora was laughing, her sweater soft against her frame, her dark eyes warm and clear. Thirty minutes had passed since we spoke on the phone. She had sounded calm, taking her time through the supermarket aisles, enjoying her morning away from the house.I pulled my personal cell phone off the desk charger, unlocked the screen, and tapped her contact.It rang four times, going straight to her voicemail.I set the phone down on the desk, my eyes narrowing slightly. Flora never ignored my calls. Even when she was busy, she would answer just to say she would call me back in five minutes. A faint, prickling discomfort started at the base of my neck.I picked the phone back up and dialed Marcus instead.Marcus wasn't just her driver. I had hired him three years ago

Flora's POVMy head throbbed with a slow, heavy ache as I pulled myself back to consciousness.My eyes fluttered open, but everything was blurry at first. The bright fluorescent lights of the supermarket were gone, replaced by the dim, flickering light of a single yellow bulb hanging overhead. The air was thick, damp, and freezing cold, smelling heavily of rust, old dust, and wet concrete.I tried to lift my arms, but a sharp pull at my wrists stopped me.My hands were bound tightly behind the back of a wooden chair with coarse rope, biting hard into my skin. My ankles were tied to the chair legs just as firmly.Panic surged through my body like ice water, instantly clearing the lingering fog of the chemical gas. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs.*Peanut.*I instinctively tried to look down at my stomach, checking for pain. My lower belly felt slightly cramped from the position I was tied in, but there was no sharp pain, no bleeding. Peanut was still safe in there. I forced my

Flora's POVA loud gunshot exploded outside, shaking the walls of the small wooden cabin.I jumped in my chair. My heart pounded against my ribs. The thick ropes around my wrists and ankles dug deep into my skin.BANG! BANG!More gunshots followed, loud and fast. I heard men shouting and heavy boots running across the dirt outside.He was here. Eugene was here.A wave of pure relief rushed over me, bringing hot tears to my eyes. I closed my eyes tightly and let out a shaky breath. He had tracked the car. He had found me.*Please be safe, Eugene,* I prayed in my head, my stomach twisting with fear as the gunshots kept cracking outside. *Please don't get hurt.*Across the room, Victoria froze. The paper cup slipped from her hand, spilling hot coffee all over her shoes. Her face turned pale and white."What is that?!" she screamed, her voice high and shaky. "What's happening out there?!"The heavy front door crashed open. The tall driver rushed inside and quickly slammed the iron locks i