All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Lilly POVZade crawls across the room, his tiny hands and knees making soft pats against the floor as he moves with determination. He pauses near Elouise, sitting up and grabbing one of her small toys before shaking it frantically, giggling as the sound fills the air. Watching him like this—so carefree, so full of life—brings a bittersweet warmth to my chest.It’s days like today that I can’t help but reflect on how much has changed in the last sixteen months since my scan. Everything feels like it’s shifted, like our lives have been rewritten in the best ways.Zade’s arrival wasn’t exactly by the book. He came two weeks early, catching us all completely off guard. Dante and Luna had gone for one of her routine checkups, Callum was at the clubs, and I had convinced myself there was still plenty of time.I was wrong.One moment, everything was calm—quiet, even—and the next, I was gripping the phone, sobbing into the receiver as I called Callum, barely able to get the words out between

This is the start of Jace's Story - His Little Hellion.JaceThe file feels like it’s searing through my palm, its weight a constant reminder of everything I’m trying to avoid. A month. I’ve been here a goddamn month, holed up, barricading myself behind work and excuses. I haven’t reached out. Hell, I haven’t even stepped into her orbit. Instead, I sit here, combing through this damn file over and over, as if it’s going to tell me something I don’t already know.The truth? I’m fucking terrified.Serena. Just the name is enough to tighten my chest. A walking nightmare with a smile that could burn the whole world down. When Dante asked me to help run this location with Rich, I had one condition—I wasn’t sure about Serena. I told him straight up. She’s a loose cannon, the kind that could unravel years of work with a single reckless move. But here I am anyway, stuck in this office, tethered to her name like a goddamn noose.The knock on the door makes me flinch. Rich steps in, wearing his

SerenaMy body sinks into the car seat, my arms heavy and my head swimming in a fog. I can feel his eyes on me—watching me, dissecting every movement. I try to force a smile, but even that feels like too much effort.“Pixie Doll,” his voice is low, rough, and the nickname he uses makes my skin crawl tonight for some reason. His fingers grip my chin, firm enough to hold me in place but not enough to hurt. He tilts my face toward him, and I catch the flicker of something behind his eyes—concern?“You good?” he asks, his voice soft but probing, and I nod quickly, even though my body feels like it’s trembling from the inside out.“Perfect,” I lie, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind, however, is screaming. It’s clawing at the edges of something—something I can’t quite grasp. He’s planning something. I can feel it.“Are you sure? You look a little high right now. You think you can ride safely?” His tone shifts, but I'm not sure it's worry, and I hate the way he looks at me—like I’m fr

JaceI step further into her bedroom, the air pressing down on me like a weight I can’t shake off. Everything about this place feels frozen in time, a relic of a girl who no longer exists. The walls, the furniture, the faint scent of a cheap floral perfume still lingering—it’s all the same. Untouched. Or maybe put back exactly as it was, a desperate attempt to preserve something long gone.I stop in front of the mirror, my gaze catching on a photo tucked into the frame. The edges are worn, like it’s been held too many times, like it’s meant too much for too long. I pick it up, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. It’s us. Younger, happier, untouched by everything that came after.“She never forgot you, Jace.”The voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to see Mary standing in the doorway, her expression soft but tired.“Photos come and go,” she continues, stepping into the room, “but she never removed that one of you two.” She moves to sit on the edge of the bed, her h

Jace POV“Firefly,” I press, leaning forward. “I’m here. I’m trying to fix shit. Can you at least answer me?”She turns, her glare cutting into me like a blade. “Because you didn’t give a damn!” she screams.“That’s a lie,” I argue, my voice rising.Her hands slam against the table as she leans closer, her hazel eyes blazing. “Is it?!” she snaps. “I called you, Jace. I was outside your house, and you answered the phone. You lied to me.”Her words hit like a gut punch, and I stare at her, confused. “I never lied to you,” I say quietly, but even as I speak, doubt creeps in.Her laugh is cold, hollow. “No? Six months before that, I came to your place. You answered the door, told me you were busy. Said you couldn’t talk, couldn’t see anyone, but you’d call me. Do you remember that, Jace?”I nod slowly. “Yeah. It was around eight at night. Rare for me to send you away.”“Exactly,” she hisses. “Who was in your bedroom, Jace?”My stomach drops. Shit. “Louise,” I whisper.“Exactly,” she snaps