All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lilly POVI sit doing her nails, trying to ignore the glares that Sasha is throwing at me. "So what other gifts has your stalker given you?" I smile at her. "Rose petals, pictures of me asleep, a necklace, rope." Her eyes roll and I smile. "You seem to smile a lot when you're talking about your stalker but not when you speak of Justin," I point out and she nods. "Justin is the safe option. My stalker? He seems like the sort of guys I vowed never to go near again." She sighs loudly. "But it's those ones you vow to stay away from that have your heart fluttering," I say and she nods. Sitting I continue to do her nails as she tells me more about her stalker. It's sweet, and her stalker seems to know more about her than Justin does. To be fair, I never liked Justin, the times I've been in the office and saw him, he gives me the creeps. He could be a stalker, but the sort who you don't want to stalk you. I

Callum POVEverything feels like it’s spiraling out of control, and I’m starting to understand why mixing work with personal relationships is a disaster waiting to happen. Sasha has been avoiding me since that night she found out about me and Lilly, making it impossible to resolve anything between us. I can’t wrap my head around why she’s acting this way—why she cares so much about me and Lilly. She made it clear that what happened between us was nothing, yet her actions now scream the opposite.And it’s not just about me. Sasha’s been at odds with Dante too. His obsession with Luna is consuming him, and while I don’t entirely agree with how he’s handling things, it’s obvious he loves her. Sasha, on the other hand, is on a rampage because Dante’s barely here, leaving her to report everything to me. Except she doesn’t actually talk to me—she barks out the problem, storms out, and leaves me no

Callum POVPushing the thoughts away I focus on working, Lilly is safe, even I know that. No one will find her, she isn't even using the same name anymore.There's nothing here, hours later and I can't find anything good. "Nothing," I say as I throw the stack of papers onto the desk in frustration. I don't want Luna hurt, I barely know her but she doesn't deserve to be hurt.“There has to be a connection,” Dante snaps at me, “Justin didn’t just decide out of nowhere that he was done working, done living here, because Luna broke up with him. There’s something more.” His voice is loud and he rubs his face. I know he's right but trying to piece it all together isn't easy.“What the fuck am I missing?” Dante mutters.Leaning back, I consider it, I know Justin, I never liked him and his actions are weird. He was gone for a bit, he fell out with Dante after Dante refused to kill a man. But he came back, actin

Lilly POVI don’t even have time to sit down before a sharp knock breaks the quiet. My stomach twists as I walk to the door, already dreading who might be on the other side.Opening it, I freeze. Sasha.Without a word, she pushes past me, her presence overwhelming the space as she strides into the apartment.“What are you doing?” My voice is barely above a whisper, my gaze flicking toward the elevator. Maybe Callum will be up soon. Maybe he’ll walk in and stop whatever this is.Sasha turns, her arms crossed, her expression sharp and unyielding. “I came to talk,” she snaps. Her tone leaves no room for argument. “Sit.”The command pulls at something deep in me, something small and afraid. My legs move before I can think, carrying me to the couch where I sit, my hands twisting nervously in my lap. The air feels heavier with every second that passes, my anxiety climbing higher and higher.Sash

Callum POVToday has been a disaster from the start, and tonight isn’t shaping up to be any better. Lilly left the office earlier, and I don’t blame her. Sasha’s temper is on a hair-trigger, and she’s been snapping demands and shouting at everyone. Her favorite complaint of the night? Dante isn’t here.Never mind that the place is fine, that nothing catastrophic has happened—she just doesn’t want to deal with me. I can see it written all over her face every time she storms in. Dante promised he’d be back before the clubs opened or just after, but he’s not. And worse, he’s not answering my calls. I try to keep my frustration under control, but it’s wearing thin.The door bangs open again, and Sasha strides in, her eyes fixed on Dante’s empty desk.“There’s a guy downstairs who needs vetting,” she snaps, her tone sharp enough to cut glass. Without waiting for a respons