All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Callum POVI knew she’d regret trying to sleep with me. It was too soon, too raw, and I could see she was trying to bury everything—her pain, her anger—under physical connection. But what blindsided me, what left me gutted, was her regret for even kissing me. That cut deeper than I ever thought possible.It’s clear—she hates me. She doesn’t even need to say it outright, it’s there in her every movement, in the way her eyes avoid mine like I’m something repulsive, in the hardened edge of her voice when she speaks to me. I’ve destroyed what we had, and there’s no fixing it. Not as lovers, not even as friends.So, I’ve stopped trying.Every time I push, every time I try to explain or apologize, it just hurts her more. I’m not winning her back. I’m just driving the knife deeper. The best I can do now is stay out of her way, keep my distance, and focus on the only thing I have left&m

Lilly’s POVDancing is off the table now. Sure, Dante mentioned I could step into Sasha’s role, and maybe I will someday. But right now? I don’t feel ready, not even close. That’s why I decided to head back downstairs and start working again.The reactions were immediate. Shock rippled through the women, and my clients were equally surprised. I gave them all the same line—I’m not sure what I want to do anymore. Until I figure things out, this is where I’ll be. It’s not ideal, but it keeps me moving, keeps me distracted.At least for a while.Down here, the noise and the faces offer a temporary reprieve from my relentless thoughts about Callum and Sasha. But the reprieve is never total. The images she sent—the clips of the video—are burned into my mind. No matter how hard I try, they’re there, like scars I can’t stop tracing.Luna found me spiraling earlier today, sitting in the corner replaying those damn videos over and over again. I don’t even know what I was hoping to find. Some si

Callum POVWhat the hell have I done? The weight of my words crushes me as they replay in my mind. I compared her sacrifice—what she endured to protect her sister—to me betraying her with Sasha. I thought it would help, that maybe it would give her some kind of understanding, but all it did was drive her further away. I panicked, and now? She hates me even more.Her face, etched with anger and heartbreak, won’t leave my thoughts. The way she screamed, fought against me—it all replays like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. And yet, I know living without her isn’t an option. She’s my anchor, my air, and without her, I’m drowning. One day, she’ll see the truth. One day, when the pain eases, she’ll understand why I did what I did.Leaning forward, I rub my hands down my face, frustration coiling tight in my chest. How could she think I found her repulsive? I can’t see her as anything other than extraordinary. She amazes me in ways she’ll never understand, and I thought she knew that. I th

Callum POVTurning away, I step out of the room, locking the door behind me as I go.Walking into the office, I glance at Dante, who’s already waiting with a grim expression.“No one’s seen Lilly,” he says, his tone sharp and focused. “When did you last see her?”“When I went to bed last night,” I reply with a shrug, keeping my voice steady, though my mind is already spinning.Dante studies me for a moment before nodding. “Right. I’ll get some guys to start looking for her. But there’s something else.” He pauses, his gaze hardening. “I found your daughter.”The words hit like a freight train, but I don’t flinch. “Where is she?”“With Dwayne,” he says, his voice heavy with meaning. “He’s tied to the group that had Sasha. He also has connections to Andrew. It’s a tangled mess.”I process the information quickly, my mind already forming a plan. “Anything else?” I ask, my tone clipped, ready to move.“Yeah,” Dante says, his voice darkening further. “People want blood. Andrew’s apparently

Lilly’s POVWhen I woke, the silence was deafening. The bed beside me was empty, the sheets cool where he had been. The door was still locked, the faint click of the latch echoing in my mind like a prison bell even though I never heard it lock. He had thought of everything, it seemed. My book lay neatly on the nightstand, as if mocking my confinement.I tried to read, flipping the pages without really absorbing the words, my eyes scanning lines that blurred together. Time dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity as I strained to hear something—anything—beyond these walls. Footsteps, a voice, the creak of a door. But there was nothing.I am weak. I’ve always thought I was stronger, that I could resist him, but last night proved otherwise. I should have fought harder—really fought. I should have clawed, screamed, refused to let him touch me. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.The ache in my chest that had been gnawing at me for weeks, that hollow void of missing him, had vanished the