My Daddy Best Friend Novels & Stories

What would you do if you discovered your dead child was alive? And the woman who stole her was your best friend? Layla Orion built a billion-dollar empire from nothing—but no amount of success could fill the void left by her daughter’s death eight years ago. Until a mysterious letter arrives. With photographs that shatter everything she thought she knew. Her daughter didn’t die. Claudia—the woman Layla trusted most—bribed hospital staff, faked the death, and stole her baby. She used the child to trap Zeus Adin, one of the world’s richest men… and became Mrs. Adin overnight. For eight years, Claudia has been living Layla’s life. Raising Layla’s daughter. Sleeping in Layla’s bed. Now Layla is coming home. Not as the broken girl who ran away—but as a woman with the power to take everything back. She’ll seduce Zeus. She’ll expose Claudia. She’ll reclaim her daughter. And she’ll make sure the woman who stole her life pays for every lie. This isn’t just about revenge. It’s about a mother getting her child back. No matter the cost.

Arabella was always under her brother's protection until she got so fed up. Because of the enormous stress she is under, Arabella now finds herself at her sister's best friend's house. Until she innocently experiences many things that commit sin. But does Arabella like it? Does the pleasure of sin make her free from her shackles all this time?

Warning🔞: This book drips with heat and secrets. It’s bold, shameless, and unapologetic. Vows will be tested. Desire will betray. Step inside and let passion, temptation, and sin consume you. “He doesn't make this pussy drip like this, does he?” he strokes my folds and I bite my lip, staring at him, withholding my answers and moans. He halts and I almost jerk off the edge of the desk to meet his long, rough veiny fingers. “Use your words or you are not getting any.” “No.” ~ Nadia Richards seemed to have the perfect luxurious life that every woman dreamed of—a successful designer and married to one of the richest men in the world. On the outside, her marriage bore no cracks, but behind closed doors when the cameras were off, Nadia struggled with pleasing her husband who seemed to be drifting away from her. Her once-perfect marriage was now a shell and she was desperate to fix it. Her whole world crumbled when her husband insisted that he wanted to make their relationship open. To Nadia, that meant that she was slowly losing her grip on her marriage. When push came to shove, Nadia found herself at a club, entangled in a sizzling one night stand with a hot, mysterious stranger. What should have ended as the gravest mistake she had ever made turned around to haunt her like a nightmare when she found out that the man she slept with was Jordan Hayes, her husband's mysterious best friend who abhors secrets and mysteries of his own. Nadia soon decided to play her husband's game by getting into a mutually benefitting arrangement with his best friend, but could she really not catch feelings when sparks started flying?

“My brother would kill you, Roman. Hell, I shouldn’t even be here!” He moves closer, blocking the exit. “He’s not here, and you’re not telling me to stop, Nikki. So, why don’t we stop lying to each other and admit the truth?" I glare at him. My heart’s slamming against my chest. “Which is what exactly?” A wicked smirk curves his lips. “That we want each other. Always have. No matter how badly we shouldn’t.” *** Ten years ago, I almost kissed the one guy I should’ve stayed away from, my brother’s best friend, Roman Hayes. But then he vanished from our lives and has somehow become the person my brother hates the most. I haven’t seen him in years. The last place I expect to find him is at a high-end gala where I’m meeting potential sponsors for my charity, dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit and reeking of sin—and somehow, he might be the answer to all my prayers. But there’s a catch: I’m not supposed to be anywhere near him, and the moment our eyes lock, I know I’ve made the biggest mistake of my entire life. He’s my brother’s ex-best friend, after all, and there’s a spark between us that’s never been extinguished, and a truth neither of us wants to admit. But some truths are darker than I could have possibly imagined, and some games are too wicked and wild to be entertained. This man might just destroy my life in ways I never saw coming… And the worst part? I’ll enjoy every second of it.

I made a mistake. A terrible, unforgettable mistake. It all started with one reckless, drunken night—a night that shattered everything I knew. I slept with him. Not just any man, but Zayden Whitemore—my father’s best friend, the man I’d secretly loved for years. I thought it was just a one-time mistake. But I was wrong. Because now, I’m marrying his son. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to marry Vincent to save my father’s failing business, to escape the scandal that ruined my family. But how can I pretend to be the perfect wife when my heart—and body—crave his father? Zayden is older, untouchable, forbidden. Every time he looks at me, I burn with desire. Every time he pushes me away, I fall harder. We both know it’s wrong, but we can’t stop. Loving him is dangerous. Staying with him could destroy me. But walking away? That might break me for good. How do you escape a love that’s forbidden, dangerous… and impossible to forget?

She swore she’d never fuck him. Her brother’s best friend. The Madrigal heir. Arrogant, reckless, built to ruin her. Then one night he had her bent over the sheets—rough grip, filthy mouth, fucking her like she was already his. It should’ve been a mistake. Just sex. Just heat. Now there’s a billion-dollar merger on the line, a mafia family in the shadows, and Josephine can’t stop spreading her legs for the one man guaranteed to wreck her. He’s chaos. She’s ambition. Together they’re obsession, destruction, and the dirtiest mistake she’ll ever make twice.

Warning: This book contains steamy, raw, and mature content. “Please, let me taste you,” Ava begged, broken and desperate—after he tortured her by forcing her to watch as he fucked that blonde. “Now, spread those thighs, sweetheart. Show me how wet that pussy already is.” Ava Sinclair Vance was once a stripper. Now she’s the wife of billionaire Leon Vance, bound by vows of forever—until his endless “business trips” left her aching and burning with unmet desire. One reckless night, she returned to Club Orion for a single pole dance. Just to feel alive again. A stranger in the shadows had other plans. What began as one lap dance exploded into a night of ruthless, filthy sex that left her utterly ruined for anyone else. She woke up wrecked, convinced it was a nameless one-night mistake she could bury and forget. Until the next morning’s business lunch with Leon’s best friend. She discovered she couldn’t escape him—not when the stranger and Leon’s best friend were the same man. And certainly not when he was the one demanding more nights… to cover up her “one little mistake.” How long can Ava stay trapped between two ruthless billionaires before one claims her completely? And what if those nights were never about silence… but about breaking her so thoroughly she begs to stay?

When Iris was sent off at the age of sixteen to train with one of the most skilled Alpha's around, she believed surviving the training was going to be the most gruelling part, but it is when she returned home, the real trouble began. Soon to be Alpha Alban, was Iris's brother's best friend and someone Iris thought she could trust, until one day for seemingly no reason, he changed. He became sick and twisted towards her, beating anyone that came too close to Iris, hounding her with the most vicious insults which left her to sit alone wondering what could have happened. So, when the training had concluded and Iris was sent home, she was prepared to face off with the now Alpha, with the specialist training under her belt she was ready to take him on and show everyone she wasn't the same girl she was when she left. But that was all until she realised, this cruel Alpha was actually her mate. Hurt, angry and confused, she fights against Alban, who was more than surprised with Iris's change but possessively determined to keep her around. With past friends causing the deepest of jealousy, deadly secrets being revealed and a vigilante started by none other than the Alpha's brother, can Iris survive life with her new mate, or sink like a stone. Read on to find out.

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

My name is Clara Kelly. I was born in Brooklyn, into an Irish-American cop’s family. My father spent his whole career walking a beat out of the 84th Precinct. My mother volunteered at the parish. I was the first girl on our block to get into Columbia Law. The year I graduated, I was volunteering at a charity gala. I picked up the wrong glass of wine and ended up dumping it down the front of a man’s Brioni suit. That man was Adrian Francesco Moretti. Fourth-generation Don of the Moretti Family of New York, and one of the five families of Cosa Nostra. He chased me for four years. I said no six times. The seventh time, he stood outside my law firm in the rain until three-fifteen in the morning. I married him. Two decades in, he’d handed me the keys to the entire Moretti Family. In our world they called me “the Irish Donna,” a woman with no Italian blood who somehow held the seat. Childless by choice, the two of us. Famously in love. Until that Wednesday afternoon, when my college roommate of twenty years, my best friend Vivian Sinclair, walked into my living room with a five-year-old boy. She said the boy was Adrian’s son. She said that five years ago, she’d taken a used condom out of the wastebasket in my upstairs master bedroom, kept it frozen for three years, and done IVF. She said she was the real mother of the Moretti heir. She was the real Donna Moretti. “Be smart. Pack your bags and walk out. You might even get to keep your life.” “You’re barren. The Moretti Family doesn’t need you.” I looked at the woman I’d called my best friend for half my adult life. I didn’t say a word. She thought she was holding the winning card. What she didn’t know was that she’d just stepped onto a board Adrian and I had been laying for twenty years. I needed exactly one sentence to shatter every piece of the Donna fantasy she’d spent five years building.