All Chapters of My Bestfriend’s Daddy : Chapter 181 - Chapter 187

Eliana I typed the resignation letter at four in the morning. I had learned, somewhere in the whole wreck of the past year, that the things that cost the most to say take the fewest words. I sent it before I could talk myself out of it, closed my laptop and sat in the dark listening to the city outside.  I felt lighter. Like I had just put down something I had been carrying for a very long time. By morning, mom's face was everywhere. "Ashcroft Heiress Found in City Care Home — Wife of Suicide Billionaire Living on Charity."  That was the polite headline. The rest weren't all so good. By midmorning the comment sections had hardened into something else. People who had lost jobs when the Ashcroft industry collapsed, people who had lost investments, savings and homes. Fourteen years of accumulated fury was now suddenly given a face, a location, a

Theodore "Theo calm down-" "GET OUT!" I bellowed, rising on my feet and slamming my fist on the desk. Pain shot up my arm but I couldn't exactly care. "I do not want to see you near me again. The only reason, the only fucking reason you're not in prison right now, is because of Anna. You hear me Vivienne? Get out!"  Her eyes widened and without a word more she walked out of the study. The door closed behind her while I panted heavily, fury steaming my veins. Serena hadn't moved from the couch. Her eyes flickered to me warily.  "D-Dad?"  I pulled my chair out, across the carpet, ignoring the screeching sound and sat across from her. "Now," I said. "Just you and me, Princess. We should have this talk a long fucking time ago. Tell me why." Her shoulders hunched up. "I already told you,"  "You told me

Theodore Her door was wide open. I pushed through and stopped. A box was overturned near the kitchen counter, books scattered across the floor, her phone against the floor with the screen shattered and a chair knocked on its side. I was back on the street before I could think, glancing for any other sign of struggle.   Someone had attacked her.   "Help! Somebody help me!" Fuck, was that coming from the alleyway down the street? I raced down without thinking twice with Steve getting out of the car and following behind me.  "Eliana?!" I came around the corner and everything in me went cold and still. Damon had a metal pipe raised above his head, both hands wrapped around it. Eliana had her back flat against the wall with nowhere left to go, both arms up in front of her face. "HELP-" 

Third POV Maxwell had to give it to them. Blackwell's PR team was good. Really good. He had watched them work over the past months and he had to admit, the way they pivoted the narrative, slowly and then all at once, pulling focus from the scandal and redirecting it toward some global launch was a smart move. The board had gone quiet. The investors had retreated, satisfied that they would be making money and all his schemes to take down Blackwell had ended flatly.  He sat in his study with the lights off and his drink untouched, admitting to no one but himself and only because there was no one else in the room that he was losing. Everything he had built toward was falling apart. Leslie was in prison, The mole operation was gone. The legal fees he had paid for Leslie's case and the public humiliation of watching his daughter get dragged out of Serena Blackwell's house in handcuffs while half the