All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Daddy : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Eliana I was tired. So deeply exhausted that standing upright felt impossible, breathing felt like hard work, and Theo's arms wrapped around me despite the filth covering my body was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. I buried my face deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent and tried not to think about how I must smell, how disgusting I was. He shouldn't be touching me when I was covered in sewage but he held me tighter.  The manhole flashed through my mind, the darkness swallowing me whole as I climbed down that rusted ladder, the disgusting cold water in the sewer rising past my ankles, then my knees, then my waist, the things floating past me that I couldn't identify and didn't want to. The memory of Leslie's laughter echoing from above while she filmed everything and Vincent's voice ordering me to keep going while my mother watched from that cage made a sob tore from my throat.&

Eliana I woke to an empty bed and for one horrible moment, panic seized my chest. He left. Of course he left, why would he stay with someone like me, someone who brought nothing but chaos into his life? My hand reached across the sheets where he had laid beside me last night, holding me until I finally fell asleep. The silence in my apartment was deafening and bright sunlight filtered through the window- shit I was late!  I needed to get to work, where I would have to pretend everything was normal even though my world was shattered and Mom was still with Vincent.  The thought of her in that cage, confused and frightened, made nausea roll through my stomach. I forced myself out of bed, my body aching like I'd been hit by a truck, which wasn't far from the truth considering what Vincent and Leslie had put me through last night. Th

Theodore "Sir, we've confirmed Leslie Maxwell's location." The call came through while I was in my car heading to the office.  "Where?" I demanded, my jaw tightening. "Your daughter's residence, sir. It seemed she spent the night there,"  My blood boiled in my veins. Leslie with my daughter who had no idea what kind of monster her friend really was. "Get a police unit there now." My voice was deadly calm despite the rage that burned through my veins. "I want officers ready to move the moment I give the signal, but no one goes in until I say so." "Understood, sir." I ended the call and immediately dialed Serena's number but it went to voicemail.My chest tightened with worry. Serena was completely unaware that she was spending her afternoon with someone who had kidnapped and tortured an innocent woman.

Theodore I answered on the third ring. "Theodore." Maxwell's voice came through, "I think we need to talk." "Oh, do we now?" He gave a low chuckle. "Come on, don't be like that. We're reasonable men. We can work this out. How soon can we see?"  "I'll have my secretary contact you with the details."  "Theo don't be like that, man," the teasing tone in his voice only had my blood boiling more. He sounded as if he was so sure that I would let Leslie go eventually. I hung up before he could say anything else and stood there on the terrace, phone in hand, staring out at the city below. The sun beat down on the back of my neck, the pool water lapped gently against the tiles.   ...If I didn't know better, I would think you were sleeping with her... The look on her face when she said i

Eliana People usually think that being in the media meant cameras at red carpets and your name and photo splashed across several articles.   They weren't wrong, but not all right either. It was more than that.   I woke up at six in the morning to some fifteen missed calls from a number I didn't recognize, opened my front door to find two photographers on my porch, clicking their cameras in my face. One of the articles floating around about the lawsuit with Leslie had used a picture from my university graduation that I still had no idea how they had gotten it and my coworkers were suddenly asking me questions directly.   It was exhausting as hell.   I sat in the courtroom, brushing my fingers against each other nervously as Leslie's Lawyer debated. "Miss Ashcroft had provoked Miss Maxwell to answer, eliciting the dramati