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TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 125
Finally meeting Sevi’s father, Antonio Reynolds, felt surreal. From the outside, his sprawling estate was nothing short of intimidating, exuding power and influence. The manicured gardens, towering columns, and understated elegance told me more than any article or biography about the man we were about to face. My nerves buzzed with anticipation as Sevi and I walked up the grand steps, his hand steady and comforting in mine, though he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to; his silence held a heaviness I could almost feel, like he was bracing himself for an encounter he would rather avoid.As we entered the mansion, a dignified older man with salt-and-pepper hair and an air of reserved confidence greeted us. Antonio Reynolds was nothing like I’d imagined. While his posture and gaze spoke of authority, his eyes held a warmth I hadn’t anticipated, a subtle, kind gleam that contradicted every mental picture I’d painted. He extended a hand to me, his smile polite, and his voice was gentl
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 126
The weekend approached faster than I could have prepared for, and with it, Antonio’s plans for an elaborate engagement party to celebrate the announcement. Sevi and I exchanged anxious glances when his father brought it up, but Antonio's excitement made it impossible to refuse. The look of hope in Antonio’s eyes, the warmth a proud father’s smile—it left me feeling oddly guilty about the lie I was entangled in. And although Sevi’s resentment toward his father was clear, even he didn’t have the heart to deny him the joy of seeing his “engaged” son in love.As the day of the party drew closer, our roles as fiancés became almost second nature. I was suddenly adjusting to the routine of holding Sevi’s hand, brushing his arm as we walked, and occasionally meeting his eyes with a feigned look of affection. It was convincing—perhaps a little too much so. Each time Antonio glanced at us with approval, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction, a pang of guilt gnawed at me. This wasn’t just lyi
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 127
The evening had only grown heavier with each passing minute, a calculated orchestration of small talk, polite smiles, and hushed tones under the strings of golden lights Antonio had adorned the terrace with. This engagement party was all about elegance, yet my mind was entirely elsewhere as I was clouded by the palpable tension hanging between me and the one person I wished had never shown up—Thiago.From across the room, I felt Thiago’s gaze on me, stealing glances whenever he thought I wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t anything explicit or inappropriate—at least not outwardly—but it was there, unignorable, like a fire licking at the edge of my carefully composed demeanor. Each glance felt like a luring magnet that was making me look into him. And I know that if I do that things would become a lot more awkward. I took a steadying breath while faking a smile on my face as I greeted yet another well-meaning guest offering congratulations for me and Sevi. Sevi’s arm was a comforting weight
TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND CHAPTER 1
The elegant ballroom shimmered with chandeliers and buzzed with animated chatter as it was turned into a splendid venue for commemorating my father's real estate company's tenth anniversary. The hall was crowded, and people sipped their drinks while enjoying the music of a live band playing soft tunes in the background. A scene full of charm and elegance that somehow couldn't fill the void I felt deep inside me despite all the beauty and luxury around. Amidst the crowd, I found myself wandering aimlessly as my steps took me in no particular direction. A gentle smile graced my lips, concealing the fatigue that weighed heavily on me as I warmly welcomed my father’s guests. Meanwhile, I scanned the crowd but couldn't spot my husband, Derick, anywhere. It felt like he was intentionally distancing himself from me, especially ever since he learned about my struggle to give him the one thing he longed for the most—a child. It was distressing for me, but it became even more painful when
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THE NEXT MORNING, the sound of my phone startled me awake. I squinted at the screen and groggly groped for it. The name flashing across it caused my blood to stop—Romeo, my Dad.Heart thumping, I jumped off the bed, fumbling to respond, but the ringing stopped just before I could swipe the screen. Two seconds later a text alert showed up.**COME HOME RIGHT AWAY** In all caps locked.There was no space for justification or explanation for his calling of me. Simply as usual, just an order.I hurriedly got up, still wondering why my father suddenly wanted me to go home right away. But what made me suddenly confused what what on earth was I even doing in an unfamiliar room?I was so certain, this wasn’t my hotel room. My head still hurts due to hangover but I know that I must get up and come home right away. And as my feet nearly tripped from the scattered clothes on the floor, that was the only time when everything else came flooding my memories about what happened last night.“Shit.” I
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I skirted through the crowd of people in the ballroom while attempting to concentrate on my goal. It was a whirlwind of color and laughter. I had to look for someone who could assist me in securing my future. But my confidence started to falter as I looked around the room. Each of these men exuded confidence and elegance.What if I wasn't enough? What would happen if I was unable to find someone who could help me?My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bartender’s voice, low and smooth. “You look like you could use a drink.”I turned to find the bartender standing before me, holding out a glass of wine and pouring me some. He was dressed impeccably in a black and white uniform.I forced a smile, taking the glass from him. “Thank you. I suppose I do.”He raised the bottle to pour some on my glass. “This might be quite hard on you”“I can manage,” I echoed, clinking my glass before taking a sip. The wine was crisp and cold, but it did little to calm the nerves fluttering in my s
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The man and I moved our conversation to a more secluded place away from the loud noise of the ball. And before I knew it, I found myself already escorted inside his hotel room. “I have about three questions before we begin with our deal.” He suddenly uttered, pushing me against the long, creamy white bed.I was certain that if my eyes were shut now, then I was probably dreaming.There was no other possible explanation for the way my body tingled, the way my breath hitched in my throat, and the way my mind raced with thoughts that I had never dared to entertain before.It all seemed so too good to be true, as the man lurred his body before me. He was like a walking, breathing embodiment of desire. His dark, tousled hair framed a face that could have been chiseled by the gods themselves, his piercing eyes a shade of blue that bordered on ethereal.He was close, too close, his presence consuming the air between us. His broad shoulders seemed to block out the rest of the world, leaving o
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When I opened my eyes again, the room was already bathed in the warm embrace of morning light, as if the sun itself had been waiting patiently for me to join the world. My head pounded slightly, fragments of what happened last night lurking just beyond my memory's grasp. Yet, the first thing I did was quickly check my clothes. And I felt some sort of ease knowing they were still intact, although messy from lying on the bed all night. Some relief washed over me—I guess nothing had happened with that blonde stranger and me again. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to make another escape, but the door creaked open just as I was about to do so. My heart skipped a beat. There he stood—the same blonde from the night before was walking in, carefree and undressed in just a bathrobe that hung loosely, revealing his toned abs and chest, and a towel tied around his waist. He didn’t seem surprised to see me awake."And where do you think you’re going, damsel?" he asked, a smirk playi
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