Todos los capítulos de My best friend's billionaire husband: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Lydia's POVThe entire mansion looked like a billionaire had decided to throw a birthday party and then refused to look at the bill.Jayden's fourth birthday had taken over the entire house.There were children running around in Star Wars costumes, balloons everywhere, tables filled with food, and more guests than I could count. Some of Jayden's friends from school were there with their parents, and every corner of the mansion seemed to have been prepared for another activity.Everything looked expensive.Of course it did.This was Sebastian Thorne's house.I walked into the main hall with my hand tucked comfortably into Mark's arm.Mark looked around slowly.“Your friends don't know how to throw small parties, do they?”I smiled.“You haven't seen anything yet.”Before he could respond, Isabelle spotted us.Her face immediately lit up.“Lyd!”She hurried over and hugged me.“You look beautiful.”“So do you.”She kissed my cheek, then looked at Mark.“And you look very handsome.”Mark

Vincent's POVI fucking hate birthday parties.Never liked them. Never will.Too many people smiling for photographs, too many children running around with enough energy to power a small city, too much music, too much food, and far too many people pretending they were having the time of their lives.I stood near the edge of the garden with a champagne glass in my hand, watching the chaos unfold around me.Jayden, however, seemed to love every second of it.The kid was running around with his friends, dressed for whatever ridiculous theme Isabelle had chosen for the day. His laughter carried across the garden, loud enough to make even the most miserable person smile.I hated that I was beginning to understand it.The kid was growing on me.I had felt it from the first day I brought him back to Sebastian.There was something about Jayden that was difficult to ignore. Maybe it was his innocence. Maybe it was the way he looked at people without immediately searching for what they wanted f

Sebastian's POVVincent and I had never gotten along.Some people might have assumed it was because we were different, because Vincent had always been the reckless one while I preferred control, numbers, plans and things that could be measured. But that wasn't the real reason.It started with the Maronis.Ten years ago, I had been fresh out of business school, ambitious enough to believe I could walk into any room and make people respect me. I knew who the Maronis were. At least, I knew enough to understand what they were capable of doing.I also knew the risk.And I was willing to take it.That was the part Vincent had never understood.The opportunity had been mine. The project was supposed to be a mutual risk, one that could have changed everything for me. I wasn't some innocent kid who had accidentally wandered into a dangerous room. I knew exactly what I was stepping into.Then Vincent ruined it.I still remembered walking into the Maroni mansion and seeing him there.Dante's han

Sebastian's POV"Wait, hold on. You're telling me Vince was protecting you, not stealing your spot?"Frank's voice carried across my office as he stood by the window, one hand resting around a glass of bourbon while he looked down at the city below.I leaned farther into my chair, still unsettled by everything that had happened the previous night with my brother."That's not exactly what I said."Frank turned slightly, studying me over his shoulder."Wow."He took a gentle sip of the bourbon before facing the window again."And you went all these years resenting him for it? Ouch. That has to hurt."I frowned."I said he believed he was saving me from a world I knew nothing about. He believed."I emphasized the last word."It's two different scenarios."I could already feel myself getting worked up.Maybe because there was a part of me that knew Frank was getting too close to the truth.Maybe because admitting Vincent had sacrificed himself for me meant admitting that I had spent years

Lydia's POVThe rushed, muffled sound of the paramedic team moving in and out of the building filled the evening air with a strange rhythm. Doors opened and closed. Shoes hurried across the pavement. Voices overlapped with one another as people tried to make sense of what had happened.The street was flooded with revolving red and blue lights, their colors reflecting against the windows of the surrounding buildings and painting everything in flashes. For a moment, it almost didn't feel real.I sat in the back of a paramedic truck parked especially for comfort, a thin nylon jacket wrapped around my shoulders, just enough to stop the cold evening air from reaching me directly.My hands were still trembling.I tried hiding them beneath the jacket, but it was useless. Every few seconds, my fingers tightened against one another as if they were trying to remind me that I was still here.Across the street, Sebastian stood in the middle of the commotion.Two police officers were questioning h