All Chapters of Best Friend’s Daddy Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The basement felt unusually cold as I leaned against the wall, watching Anthony closely monitor Luca.I needed a plan, and I needed one quickly.I took out my phone and dialed Leonel ’s number. It rang twice before he answered.“Vincent ,” Leonel said, his voice laced with concern. “What’s happening?”“I need your help, Leonel . We need to expose Rico ’s real operations and clear my name. Can you get me everything you can on his current location and activities? We need solid evidence to turn this around.”I needed everything to corroborate Luca’s story. I had to gather all available information before making any moves. I had learned the hard way not to act without knowing all the facts.“I’ll see what I can find,” Leonel replied, the sound of keys tapping in the background. “But this won’t be easy. Rico ’s been careful. If he’s really involved with North Korean operatives, we’re dealing with international matters, and that complicates things.”“I know,” I said, running a hand throu

The cold night air stung my skin as Rico ’s men escorted Vincent and me out of the warehouse. They shoved us toward a dark van idling nearby, its shadowy outline blending into the night. My instincts screamed for me to run, but when Vincent cleared his throat and gave a subtle shake of his head, I stayed rooted beside him.My heart raced, and my palms felt damp with sweat. I glanced at Vincent , and the warmth in his eyes steadied me, if only slightly.At least he was here.“It’ll be okay,” he murmured softly, his voice a calming balm against the chaos around us. “Stay close. I’ll protect you,” he added, his words meant for my ears alone.“Enough of that!” Rico ’s sharp voice cut through the air, laced with mockery. He strode toward us, his smile cold and taunting. “Save the sweet talk for when you’re not at my mercy.”They forced us into the back of the cargo van, the metal floor icy against my knees as I climbed in. The door slammed shut behind us with a metallic clang, plunging t

Vincent The adrenaline from the fight was fading, leaving a dull, throbbing ache throughout my body. The ride home was silent, the steady hum of the bikes’ engines filling the air. It was a comforting noise, drowning out the chaos of my thoughts. I glanced at Jennifer , her face pale and tired, but her eyes still burned with resilience. She was tougher than I had ever imagined.When we finally pulled up, I climbed off the bike and helped her down, my hands lingering at her waist longer than necessary.“Let’s get you inside,” I said softly, my voice low as I guided her toward the house.Inside, I led her to the living room and gently lowered her onto the couch. The soft glow of the lights illuminated her face, highlighting the streaks of dirt and the faint smudges of dried blood. My chest tightened at the sight, guilt washing over me in waves.“Are you alright?” I asked, kneeling in front of her so I could look her in the eye.She gave a small nod, though the exhaustion was written al

Four weeks laterVincent I watched as Jennifer shifted uneasily on the couch. Her eyes met mine for a brief moment, revealing the anxiety brewing within them. She was nervous, and honestly, so was I.Today was the day Bella was coming home from her program abroad, and we had to tell her about us. It was something we were both dreading, and for good reason. Bella was fiercely protective, and the thought of explaining everything to her felt overwhelming. But I knew I couldn’t keep something this important from her for too long.We weren’t that type of family.I moved closer and sat next to Jennifer , gently taking her hand in mine.“We should tell her together,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “She deserves to hear it from both of us.”“I know, but I’m scared, Vincent . I’m afraid she’ll hate me,” Jennifer admitted, her voice shaky as she bit her lip, her gaze dropping to her fingers that were intertwined with mine.I sighed, running a hand through my hair.“Bella can be intense s

Six Months Later Vincent The last few months had been chaotic, but now, a calm sense of peace had settled over our lives. It felt almost surreal—like the calm after a storm so violent it had threatened to tear everything apart. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe without the weight of uncertainty pressing down on my chest.The FBI investigation had finally wrapped up, taking with it the tension that had shadowed every step I took. With Rico and his men gone, their reign of chaos nothing but a memory, Leonel had skillfully taken the fall, diverting any suspicion away from me. It was a masterful move—one that came with risks—but Leonel had played his part so seamlessly that even the most seasoned investigators hadn’t batted an eye. As a gesture of gratitude (and maybe just a touch of humor), I sent him a case of his favorite energy drink along with a lifetime supply of Doritos. It was a small price to pay for his loyalty, though I had no doubt he’d been as