บททั้งหมดของ Stolen by my Dad best friend : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Tessa's Pov "Blake."His name left my mouth before I could stop it.He stepped out from the darkness, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, expression unreadable.Daven moved in front of me immediately."Stay away from her."Blake's eyes shifted to him."So it's true."My stomach dropped."What are you talking about?"Blake gave a humorless laugh."I heard enough."Daven's shoulders stiffened."You were spying on us?""I wasn't spying.""Then what were you doing here?"Blake looked at me."Trying to warn you."Daven took another step toward him."You've done enough.""Have I?"Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone."Because from where I'm standing, you're the one putting her in danger."Daven's expression darkened."You don't know anything about us.""I know Adrian has been watching."My breath caught.Blake continued."And now he knows about the two of you."Silence.Daven's face changed."How?"Blake looked directly at me."Because someone told him."My heart began

Tessa's Pov Jake's face stayed in my mind long after he walked away.I couldn't blame him. He had asked me a simple question, and I had answered with the kind of honesty that doesn't come back from. The hurt in his eyes when I said "I can't" was something I'd carry with me for a long time.By morning, the house felt different. Not hostile—worse. It felt like a loss.Jake barely spoke to me. He sat at the dining table with his phone, pretending to be absorbed in whatever was on the screen. But I caught him watching me when he thought I wasn't looking. The moment our eyes would meet, he would shift away. I wanted to talk to him, to explain something I didn't fully understand myself. But what could I say? That I was sorry? I was. That I didn't mean to hurt him? I hadn't. But none of that would change the truth—my feelings for Daven were real, and that made everything else secondary.Across the room, Daven watched both of us carefully. He noticed the way Jake avoided me, the way I kept g

Tessa's POVThe key Blake had given me felt heavier than it should have—M-17, one small piece of metal carrying a secret large enough to destroy everything I thought I knew about Daven. I stood outside the abandoned Morgan property with him beside me, my eyes fixed on the rusted door at the end of the corridor. The weight of what we were about to do settled over us like fog, and I couldn't shake the image of his face when he'd first seen those letters and numbers."You still have time to walk away," Daven said quietly.I looked at him, really looked at him. In the pale afternoon light, I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands were clenched at his sides. He looked like someone walking toward their own execution."Do you?" I asked.His jaw tightened. "No.""Then neither do I."He took the key from my hand, and our fingers touched. For a second, neither of us moved. I could feel the war playing out beneath his skin—the same war that had been there since last night, when he'd

Tessa's POVThe messages wouldn't leave my mind as we rushed back through the dark corridors of the abandoned Morgan property. *WE KNOW ABOUT TESSA. WE KNOW ABOUT YOU. NOW WE'RE COMING FOR ROSE'S MOTHER.* Someone had been watching us for years—not just me, not just Daven, but everyone. They knew our connections, our vulnerabilities, exactly where to strike to cause the most damage. And now they had Rose's mother, and they were using her as bait.We had less than seven hours.Daven's car was already running by the time we reached it, and he drove in tense silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. I wanted to say something—anything—to break the suffocating quiet, but I kept my mouth shut. He was thinking, planning, running through scenarios in his head. I could practically see him working through the logistics of a rescue operation that had "trap" written all over it."We need more information," I said finally. "We need to know where exactly she is

Tessa's POVThe speaker crackled and then fell silent, leaving only the echo of Adrian's words hanging in the darkness like a threat. I could hear my own breathing, feel the rapid pulse of my heartbeat in my throat. Daven still held my hand, but his attention had shifted entirely—every muscle in his body coiled and ready, waiting for Adrian's next move.He pulled at the doors behind us. Once. Twice. They didn't budge."Adrian!" His voice cut through the silence like a whip. "Where is she?"A slow, deliberate laugh filled the space—the kind of laugh that suggested Adrian had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. "You really thought I'd let you simply walk out?" Adrian's voice dripped with amusement that made my skin crawl. "After everything I've waited for?""Let us see her," Daven demanded. His tone was controlled, but I could feel the vibration of rage beneath it."Eventually," Adrian replied, stretching out the word like a promise and a threat combined.I stepped around