All Chapters of My Dad's Bestfriend : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EvelynIt turned out that the address Tyler had given me led to a hotel, though a different one from where I'd stumbled upon my boyfriend locking lips with his ex—a sight as sweet as a lemon wedge in an open wound. Very very sweet indeed. Life seemed to have a knack for fucking with me from every angle, but hey, at least I was getting a firsthand tour of Rome's swanky hotels and a crash course in Italian social dynamics.So far, the three Italians I'd encountered—Jacob Adriano, Tyler Ricci, and Chloe the bitch—had left me less than impressed. Not that I was painting all Italians with the same tainted brush, but were they all cut from the same dysfunctional cloth? Hard to say. And frankly, I wasn't sure I cared to find out. My experiences with Italians thus far had been nothing short of nightmarish and weirdly fucked-up. So, forgive me if I wasn't exactly eager to cozy up to another Italian male, especially not the innocent, put-together types like Jacob, or the ones whose corruption

Jacob"This is our last hope," he whispered, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and anxiety, "We have a witness who can testify against those women accusing me of harassment in the office. All those fake texts and edited videos spreading through the media, it could all come to an end if this plan suceeds.""Everything's going to be fine," I reassured him, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Let's hope for the best.""If things go as planned, I'll get my company back, and even if I can't prove Tyler's behind it all, just getting back on the field will be a victory for now," he sighed, standing up and slipping on his shirt.I covered my naked body with the duvet, pressing my back against the headboard as I took a deep breath. I was nervous. I desperately hoped everything would return to normal. Seeing Jacob weighed down by this constant gloom—it tore me fucking apart. I was ready to face any struggle with him, but I knew Jacob wasn't prepared for this fight. He didn't deserve

EvelynMy hands trembled as I dialed his number, the early morning light casting a dim glow through the curtains. Jacob lay asleep, unknown of the turmoil raging inside me, cocooned beneath the duvet. I had tucked him in just moments ago, my heart heavy with the weight of what I was about to do.I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. All I knew was that it had to be done, and it had to be done right.The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before he finally answered, his voice thick with sleep. "Hello?"So, the bastard was indeed sleeping. Probably in some other woman's bed, given his notorious reputation. I was sure he had different women depending on the days."Hello, this is Evelyn," I forced out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me."Evelyn?" There was a note of surprise in his groggy voice."Yes, it's me. Though it's a wonder you don't recognize my voice, considering your apparent obsession with the idea of sleeping with me.""Wel

EvelynI watched as Jacob’s fist collided with Tyler’s face, sending him crashing to the floor. The resounding thud and the sickening crack of the punch reverberated through the room, making me shiver. My eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping my lips as I struggled to comprehend the unfolding scene. Reality hit me hard; I knew I had messed up, big time.In mere moments, before Tyler could even recover, Jacob seized his collar, hauling him to his feet, and unleashed a barrage of harsh blows. Relentlessly. Surprisingly, Tyler didn’t attempt to evade the onslaught. Amidst the flurry of punches, a chuckle escaped his lips. "You're getting yourself into trouble, Mr. Adriano. You'll have to pay for this, in worse ways." His tone said that he meant it and as far as I had gotten to know Tyler—he sure wasn’t going back away from his words. Not now. Not anytime soon."Do I seem scared to you?" Jacob chuckled darkly, landing yet another blow. Blood gushed from Tyler's nose, staining Jacob's knu

Evelyn"Here it is, Bianca. He confessed everything," I said softly, extending the camera to her. It had been concealed in my dress during my visit to Tyler's mansion—the sole purpose of my visit being to extract his confession, not to sleep with him. But in the end, it seemed inconsequential. Jacob was inclined to believe what suited him, and I no longer had the energy to fight for truth when he had already inflicted enough pain upon me. Far more than I could bear.It had been Bianca's and my plan all along: to deceive Tyler into confessing without him realizing it. I would pretend to play into his desires, coaxing the truth out of him under the guise of granting his wishes. And it worked, but unfortunately, not in the manner I had anticipated."Are you sure you're alright, Evie?" Bianca's concern was evident in her eyes, her furrowed brow, lines of her forehead, and uneven breaths betraying her worry. "I understand Jacob royally fucked it up. He's impulsive and foolish, and I totall