Todos los capítulos de My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Emily's POV Nate, Adrian and I waited till the weekend for our next visit to Berlin.This time, the circumstances were more cheerful and everyone was happy. Aunt Margaret was also happy to have us around too, and she and Nate got quite clingy once mother and son were reunited.As usual, it was at dinner that I said why I came.“I would like to know about my mother.”I saw her reaction and the way she froze.“Is this another thing Caleb has refused to tell you?” She asked.I nodded.“I see why he would refuse to not tell you, but are you sure you want to know?” I nodded again.“And you're comfortable with these two naughty boys hearing?” she asked, playfully reaching out to pull at Nate’s ear. A little weirdly, she was starting to develop a similar bond with Adrian, so he leaned close and everybody laughed as pulled his ear too. “I am, aunt. Is it that bad?”“Quite. I'm glad Caleb raised you to be different.”“You're not the first to say that.”She cleared her throat and picked up

Emily's POV “No one knows who wanted Charlotte first.”Aunt Margaret paused, her eyes reflecting.“The older we grew, the more beautiful your mother became, Emily. The good thing about puberty is that it is like some master artist, and when your father and I turned seventeen and it was done with us and all of our friends, it left Charlotte so marvellously beautiful that she was turning heads everywhere. Two of those heads were your father's and Grey’s.”“Grey wanted my mother too?”Aunt Margaret smiled. “Calm down. We haven't reached the max yet.”I breathed.“Prince was dead by then, and Calvin had left us to go school in some university in the south of the country. Nate's father had come into the picture, and he took an instant liking to me, so we were hanging out a lot and I wasn't lonely with the absence of the boys. Michelle seemed to be enjoying the reflected attention from your mother, with people noticing her when they couldn't get your mother, so the both of them remained cl

Emily's POV.It was taking me some time to comprehend.Slowly enough, yet, surely. Just like the rising sun.“Maxwell Grey is—” I said and then paused.Aunt Margaret nodded very slowly, and with a sad smile on her face. “Yes. Maxwell Grey is your stepbrother.”I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a scream while trying to remember everything I could about him. I did not exactly like him. I could say I hated him. Yet, he was a musician and I knew he was insanely good at the piano.A hand touched my shoulder, and I saw that it was Adrian's. I gratefully took it and held it to steady myself too.“I can't believe it,” I whispered.“But it is, in fact, the truth.”It was Nate that asked the burning question.“Does Maxwell Grey know about this, Mother?”Aunt Margaret cleared her throat. “No. He doesn't. And if I did not tell you people this, no one else would ever have. There is a reason every one has been vague to you every time you bring the topic up.”“Why?” I asked.“Well… I think Charlot

Rosalie’s POVA notification from the university's business department carried the shortlist of students beside me who would be going to the competition.We were supposed to be five—me and four others, so I opened the message to see who they were.ONLINE BUSINESS COMPETITION: OFFICIAL SHORTLIST.Five students from different departments in the University had been selected to participate in the preliminary round of the competition. Their profiles would be reviewed, and each participant would be required to submit a business proposal before the final stage.The first name was obviously mine, Rosalie Smith, and I shut my eyes gratefully and let myself absorb the feeling for a while. Thinking that they chose to trust me despite the scandal with Caleb was no small deal.Then the second, Amelia Theodore. A girl I didn't know. The third was Oliver Harper, a straight As student. He was pleasant to talk to and to be around, so I felt assured I would have good company.My eyes moved to the fou

Grey's POVI fed a piece of fresh, raw meat to my hawk.The bird swallowed it in one gulp as it stood on my glove, and I grazed a finger against the white plumage. It was a white gyrfalcon that I had spent a fortune of money acquiring, and mostly for its unique looks.“I've never seen that sort of hawk before,” the man with me, Arthur Felix, commented. We had met at a club for Falconers, and had taken a liking to each other after finding out we were werewolves. He was just coming into the country to build a business over the next five years.Each man sat on a horse, with his being a horse I had sold to him at a giveaway price, to build the friendship between us. I thought Felix was a shrewd businessman who was certain of success, and it was necessary for me to build some kind of bond with him as he climbed to the top.That was how to make friends. With men who would be successful, and not bound to forget you.“I love the horse you gave me,” he said, “but I would have bought the Andal