All Chapters of Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“It’s taken me a lot—and I mean a lot—to consider bringing someone into my life.”“Then I’m honored that you think I’m worthy.” Coming from anyone else in the world, the line would come off corny. Forced. Calculating. I’d have no choice but to roll my eyes and tell her to get out of my bed and my life.But this is Caterina, who I doubt has a calculating bone in her body. She’s too innocent to be anything but sincere.“You are more than worthy,” I murmur. “I’m the one who should ask myself whether I’m worthy of you.”I lace our fingers together on top of my chest. It looks right; her small hand joined with my much larger one. I’m her protector, and she is my sweetness, softness, the reason I do what I do. She’s become my reason to live, the thing that balances my life.She snuggles against me, warm and happy and mine. All I can do is hold this precious thing in my arms and vow to myself that I’ll do everything in my power to keep her. Now I’ve seen what life is like with her, and I’ve

Before my brain can completely melt, I scramble out of bed, still wrapped in a blanket, and take off running. My feet slap against the hardwood as I race past the guards. I don’t look at their faces. I can’t. I’m too ashamed. This is something I want to end.He wants me to go to my room and get dressed? That’s what I’ll do, because I will not sit around and watch my life crumble to pieces.Lies. So many lies. About him, about her, about their marriage. Now he’s making it sound like she had something to do with Luciano coming apart like he did. Whether or not that’s true, he could’ve told me.He should have told me.If Luciano needed help, I could have reached out to his parents. I could’ve done something.In the end, it’s all about him. What he wants, who he wants. There I was, telling him I’d have his baby, and he held all these secrets in his hand.It will never get better. I feel the truth of it in my soul. He will never stop being who he is. Loving him isn’t enough. Nothing ever wil

He's obviously not going to say anything about Mom, and I haven’t built up enough courage to. That's a can of worms I don't feel like cracking open.It’ll lead to so many other questions, too. Like why he never told me how Mom actually died. Would he bother to tell me the details now? Or am I still too young to know?The aggravation these questions stir in my head gets me out of my chair. “I'm going to unpack my things, since I was too busy around here last night to do it then.” I make a big deal about leaning in and giving him a sniff in passing before waving a hand in front of my face. “Maybe you should take a shower, Detective. How are you supposed to sneak up on the bad guys when they can smell you from a mile away?”“Very nice,” he grumbles wryly while shooing me away. “That's exactly where I planned on going.” Good. Maybe he can soak his head under some cold water for a while and start thinking clearly.It's better to be away from him, upstairs in my old room with all the certif

“Did you ever think that keeping it quiet makes it look like a bigger deal than it is?”My anger rises. “Just do your job.”Either he forgets I can see him, or he doesn't care. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes in plain sight. “I'm done. On my way out now.”“Wait,” I whisper when a familiar car pulls up from the other direction. “I think she's coming.”“Son of a bitch.” Just like that, he disappears, the bedroom door opening and closing. The phone goes dead, too, leaving me with no idea whether he’s escaping. I guess I’ll know soon enough.My gaze darts back and forth between the footage on the tablet of the bedroom and the Corolla, whose headlights shut off a moment before the driver's door opens. At that moment, everything else ceases to exist. I don't care that Roger has to sneak out of the house while Caterina and Charles unload groceries at the curb.I don't care that a detective would probably have a nose like a bloodhound and would be able to sniff out a stranger's presence

It should shock me to know Dad and Gianni had it out for each other, but I always assumed it had to do more with the illegal wrongdoings that Gianni got away with and my father’s deep moral compass of taking down corruption. This is much more than I could’ve bargained for. “He knew? You’re sure about that?”“I wasn’t exactly discreet,” he snorts. “He knew damn well I’ve made it my mission to take him down.”I’m starting to see it. I don’t want to. I want to close my eyes and pretend it isn’t so sharp.“He put a bullet in your mother’s brain as a warning to me,” Dad concludes in a grim voice. “I know it must be painful to hear that. I’ve told myself for years that Tatiana is not her father, but it’s inevitable that she’ll start taking after him as she ages. No matter how good of a person or how different she tries to be from her father, his blood still runs in her veins.” His forehead smooths, and he smiles. “Now that I have what I’ve been looking for, I can finally put all of this to