All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lilly POVWhen the doors slide open, I follow him into the depths of this strange new world, the pain of my past still clinging to me, but for the first time in years, the faintest flicker of hope glimmers on the horizon.My eyes dart around the unfamiliar space, trying to take in my surroundings and piece together where I am. The halls are clean, polished, and far too quiet, with an air of something carefully constructed. Callum walks ahead of me, his confident stride unwavering. I trail behind, hesitant but with no better option. My heart races as he pauses, his warm smile softening as he opens a door and gestures for me to follow.The office we step into is sleek but not overly extravagant. The man behind the desk looks up, his eyes sharp but his smile disarmingly kind. His presence is calm, steady, and strangely comforting. He doesn’t stand, doesn’t extend a hand. He simply nods in acknowledgment.“Rachel,” he says, his voice even and measured. “I’m Dante.” His gaze holds mine, no

Callum POVThere’s something about her, something I can’t quite put my finger on. She’s broken, fragile, yet there’s a quiet strength buried beneath the surface. It pulls me in, though I know better than to act on it. She’s been through hell, and the last thing she needs is me making her life any more complicated.“Look,” I say, watching her as she sits across from me, her hands clutching the glass of water I just handed her. “I know I explained what this place is, but I need to make something very clear. I didn’t bring you here to work, Lilly.” Her head tilts slightly, confusion flickering in her tired eyes.I give her a small, reassuring smile. “This place isn’t just for women who want to work. The apartments downstairs are a safe space for those trying to escape that life altogether.”The tension in her shoulders eases slightly, and I can see the relief wash over her. She hon

LillyIt’s been a month since I arrived here, and life has settled into something resembling normalcy. I’ve found a routine that works for both Callum and me. At night, while he works, I sleep. During the day, while he rests, I give him space, sitting in the living area with my thoughts or exploring the apartment.The place officially opened a week after I got here, though the clubs had already been running. I’ve ventured out of the apartment a few times, cautiously meeting some of the women who live and work here. There’s an energy to this place, a mix of empowerment and safety I didn’t expect. The women seem happy, genuinely so, and it gives me a sliver of hope that maybe I can be, too.Callum gave me a phone when I got here. I mostly use it to read, though the screen is small, and staring at it for too long gives me headaches. Still, I’m determined to finish the book I started. It’s a distraction, one I desperately ne

Callum POVDante studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Have you figured out where she’ll start yet?” I ask, shifting the conversation away from my own feelings.“She’ll stay as a dancer for now,” he replies, his tone matter-of-fact. “In a few months, if she’s comfortable being around men, I’ll consider giving her a place downstairs. But that’s only if she’s ready.”“She could just stay as a dancer,” I say with a shrug, though the thought doesn’t sit right with me.“You know she doesn’t want that,” Dante says, his voice firm but not unkind. “If I refuse her progression, she’s likely to go looking for work somewhere else. And you know how that could end.”I nod, the weight of his words sinking in. He’s right. If she feels like she can’t grow here, she’ll leave, and the thought of her stepping b

LillyIt’s been a few months since I moved in with the women, and honestly, it’s been great. The energy is different here—lively, supportive, a stark contrast to the quiet isolation I had when I stayed with Callum. I love the company of the other women, the way they lift each other up and offer guidance. They’re like a safety net I didn’t know I needed.But still, a part of me misses the calm, steady presence of Callum. Now that I’m working, I know our schedules overlap, and I’d be seeing him more if I’d stayed in his apartment. It’s a strange thing to think about—how being surrounded by people feels like a relief but also a loss at the same time.The women are amazing, but there’s something I can’t shake, a tension that coils tight whenever Sasha is around. Everyone tells me it’s nothing, that she’s fine with me, and outwardly, it looks that way. If others are nearby, she’