My Dad's Best Friend

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

Despite having a crush on my best friend, Adam, since I was 12, I had never let him know about it. This was because I was afraid of how he would react. But one day, everything was going to change. For some odd reason, something told me to walk around the park. To which I obliged. When suddenly, my nostrils flared. Unsure of where it was coming from, I glanced around. "Hmm. What's that smell?" I whispered. Right when I said that, the sound of crunching leaves broke the silence of the night. "Is that you, Sasha?" I overheard a voice speak harshly, causing me to look up. And as I did, my jaw dropped open in shock. There he was, Adam. He was standing in front of me, looking like a God. And the feelings that were dormant 10 years prior had returned full force. Was I willing to unleash it, or would I leave it be?

"Let's be clear. While I stay here, no kissing, no hugging," Aiden Anderson said without breaking his gaze at Jessamine, his best friend since third grade. "You're my best friend... You're like a sister to me and my only family. I don't want to be reckless and lose you in the end." "I was only teasing you, Aiden. I'm not losing you as well. You're the only man I trust besides my father," Jessamine assured him. Jessamine turned her back on him, fighting the tears, unsure why her heart was disappointed. A part of her brain said she would rather die with heartache than admit to him that she wished there was more to their friendship, but her heart screamed something else. She wanted to be reckless with him and gave her heart the freedom to love him more than best friend, but how could she admit to him she loved him when Aiden assured her he would disappear from her forever if they crossed the boundary of their friendship?

While we were eating, Tristan Shaw suddenly set down his fork and looked at me. “Who is Fatcat Cook?” The fork in my hand froze midair. My heart skipped a beat. Fatcat Cook. That name was someone Lena Moore and I made up on a drunken night. We had agreed that if anything ever went wrong and we couldn’t reach each other, we would use “Fatcat Cook” as a code. No one else knew that name existed. Only the two of us. And Lena had been missing for a full month. She said she was going to Valoria for a trip. Then she never came back. I looked at Tristan’s calm, almost indifferent face, and felt my heart sink. How did he know that name?

Amelia was always the outcast, mocked for her size and ignored by everyone but Dylan Thane, the only light in her dark school life. She fell for him, of course. Who wouldn’t? But her heart shattered when Dylan, her best friend, seemed to fall for the very bully who made her life miserable. Desperate to be seen, Amelia struck a deal with a mysterious old woman for the perfect body. The new Amelia turned heads but not Dylan’s. Because he had always loved her as she was… and had never betrayed her. Now, the true cost of beauty is coming due and it’s more than she bargained for.

He betrayed her bed. Now she’s burning in someone else’s. For six years, Sierra Black played the perfect Luna—devoted, obedient, untouched by scandal. Until the night she walked in on her Alpha husband between the legs of a younger woman. Humiliated and heartbroken, Sierra agrees to his twisted offer of an open marriage… but only to make him regret ever calling her boring. Enter the Nightmoor twins—Riven and Rafe. Sinful. Ruthless. Off-limits. Her younger brother’s best friends… and the only ones who ever made her feel wanted. One night turns into temptation. A kiss turns into surrender. And suddenly, Sierra’s not just tasting freedom—she’s starving for it. But secrets run deeper than betrayal. Her husband won’t let her go. The rogue mistress wants her dead. And the twins? They’re not here to play fair. Now the Luna everyone dismissed is about to become the one they all fear.

On the day of the company's annual gala, I quit my job and went back to the countryside, using up all my savings to help my best friend raise her daughter. She had died tragically, swept away by the river while trying to retrieve my hundred-million-dollar gala prize ticket that had fallen into the water. Wracked with guilt, I honored her dying wish and married her husband. After the wedding, I sold my blood and even a kidney just to make ends meet, raising my stepdaughter with everything I had. Eventually, she fulfilled her dream of winning the Best Actress Award and was about to marry the richest man in the country. But just as I was preparing to give a speech at her wedding, I saw my best friend, who had been dead for over a decade. She clutched my stepdaughter's hand and accused me of being a homewrecker who seduced her husband, and even claimed I had been the one who pushed her into the river all those years ago. Only then did I learn the truth—she had faked her death all those years ago, just to steal my prize ticket and travel the world, leaving me behind to raise her family. The shock sent me into a cerebral hemorrhage. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day she drowned.

Alphonsus Series 2: Jannah Leigh Alcantara She has been in love with her best friend and successfully kept her feelings from him ever since they were young. But when he got drunk, something happened between them. He brought her to his bed, and it happens over and over again every time he got drunk. Now, what will happen once she gets pregnant? ----- Jannah Leigh Alcantara has been in love with Jeremy, her best friend. She successfully kept her feelings from him ever since they were young. But one night, Jeremy got drunk. Confident that Jeremy wouldn't remember a single thing once he woke up, Jannah confessed her feelings, only to be taken advantage of by him. Something always happened between them, and Jannah couldn't help but surrender to the man she loved the most. But then, she got pregnant and was presented with the biggest betrayal she had ever experienced in her entire life: Jeremy revealed something that broke her heart. Now, she was torn between letting Jeremy take responsibility or hide their child. But upon choosing the former for she was left with no choice, his parents found out about her pregnancy and did something that both turn their worlds upside down. And that is, setting them up for marriage.

Overnight, my best friend became the long-lost principessa of the Toscano family. After returning to her family, she transferred all her villas and luxury cars under my name. Even on her deathbed, she made sure to hand over control of the family's dockside trade operations to me. However, I never once visited her grave. Three years after her death, I took her place as the true heiress of the Toscano family and married her former fiancé, Gaspare Volpe, the young heir to the rising mafia family in Damerelli, the Volpes. Everyone called me a social climber and an ungrateful traitor, but I did not care. I obeyed the womanizing Gaspare without question. When he called me to bring condoms for his hookups, I moved like my life depended on it. I became the laughingstock of Damerelli, someone everyone looked down on. Five years later, on the anniversary of my best friend's death, I slit Gaspare's throat at her grave. "From the very beginning, I came for revenge."

Sneak peek: "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom. "You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries." "I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more "Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream. But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him. **** I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too. After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him. But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....