All Chapters of My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BrandiI wake early the next morning, smiling as Tes’s arm wraps around me, his palm resting protectively over my stomach. I turn slowly to study his sleeping face—the strong jaw, the faint stubble, the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. This is my life now. Waking up to the man I love, our children growing inside me, a future of shared meals, laughter, and quiet moments.I press a kiss to his lips and start to slip away—but his grip tightens. He pulls me back, lips trailing my neck before capturing my mouth in a slow, deep kiss.“Good morning,” he murmurs against my skin. “Where are you off to?”“To make my fiancé breakfast.” My breath hitches as his fingers slip under my shirt, teasing my nipple.“What a coincidence. I want to have my fiancée.” His hand slides lower, dipping beneath my panties. I gasp as his fingers stroke me.———An hour later, I’m in the kitchen, humming as I whisk eggs and flip French toast. The scent of cinnamon and bacon fills the air.“Something smells good,”

Giovanni"Caputo." Governor Brooks calls, but I ignore him and head straight for the door. Just then, the door swings open, and standing there is Theodore French.I step back and pull Fenice close to me as the snake smiles. I clench my fist. I have seen him once at a hotel two months ago, but he kept his distance then."Giovanni Caputo, just the man I want to see. Brandi, you look stunning." Fenice scowls as she squeezes my hand. I squeeze back to reassure her I'm here and he can't hurt her."Who invited you?" Governor Brooks asks as he glares at Theodore."Ahh, Fred.""It's Governor to you.""Not for much longer," French says."According to the polls, I have another four years coming. Where are you in the polls? Last I checked, it was 20%?" French glares at him but has no retort."Well, when you have people like Caputo here funding your lies, they can play repeatedly on TV," he says as he glares at me."Everything in those commercials is the truth. Now I'll ask you again: What are you

BrandiA sharp kick in my stomach pulls me from sleep. I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the sunlight coming in. I'm disoriented for a minute, but then it all comes back to me. I remember what happened the night my mother died and Colin sedating me again after I confronted him. I look around the room. I'm alone. Where is he? I freeze as I realize I'm in the room that once belonged to my parents—well, at least a replica. My breathing slows as I examine the paintings and the furniture. Everything is the same, even the bed. Mom loved sunflowers, so Dad made a bedhead with sunflowers and gave it to her for their 10th anniversary. I smile as I remember how happy we were that day when suddenly, the image of my parents lying on this bed covered in blood pops into my head.My hands shake as the image replays, and my breathing gets heavier.Bang, bang."Mom, Dad—""No!" I scream as the scene replays in my head. No, Mom, no. I cry out when another sharp kick pulls me back to the present. I loo

BrandiTes shuts the door and strides off with the cops trailing him. I take a deep breath and lean back in the seat, resting my head as I reflect on everything that’s happened today. Fighting Carmen, Carina’s betrayal, Colin killing Carmen, and me killing Colin. I glance at my hands—the ones that pulled the trigger—and shudder. I took a life. Not just any life, but Colin’s, the man who’s tormented me for years. The reason I never felt safe until Tes came along. The monster who murdered my mother and shot my father. Shouldn’t I feel something? Relief? Joy, now that he’s gone? Why do I feel nothing—just an empty void? Maybe the emotions will hit later, once the adrenaline and shock fade, or maybe they’ll never come because I’ve found peace these past few months with Tes. Colin had dwindled to a faint memory, stripped of his power over me. Either way, I’m glad it’s finished. No more glancing over my shoulder, wondering if he’s lurking. Now I just want to move forward—marry the love of my

Giovanni“Your water?” I glance at the floor. Her water broke. That means the babies—she’s having them! My heart races with excitement. She’s having the babies!“Tes!” she yells, snapping me from my thoughts. What am I doing? I need to get her to the hospital.“I’m here, baby. I’m here. Breathe. I’ll get you to the hospital,” I say, turning off the shower. I grab a towel, wrap it around her, lift her into my arms, and carry her out of the bathroom.“How far apart are the contractions?”“I don’t know. I don’t—ahhhhh!” She screams, clutching my shoulder. My heart twists with every cry. She’s so strong, but seeing her in pain kills me. I clench my jaw as her screaming stops.“That was the first big one.” Her voice trembles, tears streaming down her face. “Please hurry!” she gasps.“I’ll get you there,” I say, setting her on the bed.“Ahhhhhhhhh—” Another contraction hits hard, her body tensing.“Fenice.”“I think that’s two minutes, Tes.” Shit, that means the babies are coming soon.“Just