All Chapters of Seducing My Dad's Best Friend: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ROCHELLE Nowhere to hide!I woke to the sound of muffled voices cutting through the darkness like a knife. My heart thudded in my chest as I lay still, straining to identify the voices. Panic gripped me as I recognized both Elena and a man. “Where is she!?” The man’s voice was deep and angry, reverberating in the small living room of Maria’s apartment. “She’s not here, I swear, Eduardo,” Elena replied, her voice shaking. A chill ran down my spine as fear pooled in my stomach. Eduardo? One of the gang members that had attacked me. I had barely escaped their clutches last night thanks to Elena, but now the danger seemed to loom over me again. I held my breath, listening intently.“Do not lie to me, woman! I know she’s around! If she’s in this house, you’ll wish you had told me where she is!” Eduardo scoffed, the threat clear. His tone suggested he was losing patience… and that came with terrifying implications. My mind raced. They were getting closer. If they found m

ROCHELLE He's hiding something!The thick curtains blocked the late evening light, but even in the dimness of my room, I could hear the muffled sounds of voices drifting through the walls. I stirred in bed, the remnants of sleep still hazy in my mind. My heart raced as I sat up, instinctively straining to listen.The voices grew louder, a rising tide of tension. Then I recognized that one of them belonged to Prince Herold. He was arguing, and from the tone, it sounded fierce. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, curiosity heightening as I approached the door. I stopped just short of opening it, straining to catch what I could of the heated discussion. I couldn't make out everything they were saying, but snippets of Spanish flew around, punctuated by Herold's unmistakable tone, which held both frustration and anger. I creaked the door open slightly, just enough to peek outside without being seen. My instincts were right; there they were, standing in the hallway: a cou

ROCHELLE He doesn't even feel sorry!My legs moved on their own, propelled by intrigue, and I approached the door from which the sound emerged. The sound became clearer. It was obvious someone was in trouble. Slowly, I peeked through the gap. Shock coursed through my veins as my eyes widened in disbelief. There he was—Prince Herold—naked and entwined with another man, their bodies tangled on the lavish bed. They were fondling each other, just the way Aries, Adrien and I used to. Prince Herold was moaning in ecstacy, calling his partner's name.“Harder, Alvarez!,” he said, holding onto him like his life depended on it.My breath caught in my throat, and a wave of horror washed over me. I couldn't breathe.The shock on their faces mirrored my own as they caught sight of me. Dead silence fell upon the room, the air thick with an awkward tension. “What the hell, Rochelle?!” Herold's voice thundered, disbelief and anger pooling together, creating a tempest.“You told me to st

ROCHELLE I played his cards!“Rochelle!” The voice startled me as I stepped into the breakfast nook. It was Herold, visibly anxious, fidgeting with a crisp white napkin. “I didn’t know if you’d made up your mind.”“I have,” I said, surprising myself with how steady my voice was. “I’ll help you.”His eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw relief wash over his face. “You really mean it?”“Yes, but I need you to understand something,” I replied, trying to keep my tone even. “I’m doing this only to help you through the situation. Don’t expect anything more, okay?”“Of course! Thank you, Rochelle!” He stepped closer, an almost boyish excitement lighting up his features. “Let’s not get carried away,” I warned, feeling a flare of annoyance. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”“I understand,” he replied, his eyes serious. “But if you need anything, I promise to take care of you. You’ll be compensated handsomely. Name your price.”I shook my head, a small chuckle escaping

ROCHELLE Annie found out!Pulling away from Herold felt impossible, and I succumbed to instinct, deepening the kiss. As warmth surged through us, everything else faded away. The outside world, our pretenses, the looming pressure—they turned to mere whispers, consuming me in a much-needed escape.His hands cradled my face, and I could sense the urgency behind our kiss, as if we were attempting to communicate everything unspoken, all the longing that bubbled beneath the surface. It felt so surreal yet intoxicating, and my heart raced with passion.Suddenly, it was as if time stopped. The warmth of the embraces transformed into something deeper, pulling me in waves until I felt breathless. We stumbled backwards onto the bed, the gravity of the moment sweeping us into a passionate embrace. As we fell onto the bed, the world faded, and all I could concentrate on was him—his kiss, the way his fingers tangled in my hair, and the heat radiating from his body. Everything burst int