All Chapters of Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

110 Chapters

A Wedding That Isn’t Mine

Rachael’s POV“I’m on my way home.”I stared at the message for a second before hitting send.It delivered instantly.And just like that… there was no undoing anything.No pretending last night didn’t happen.No pushing it into some quiet corner of my mind where it wouldn’t matter.Because it did matter.More than I wanted to admit.More than I was ready to deal with.My phone buzzed almost immediately.Bella.“Good. And don’t come in through the back door like a criminal. Just act normal”A small smile slipped onto my lips.Act normal.As if I even remembered what that felt like anymore.Another message came in.“And fix your face before you enter. You look guilty even through text.”I let out a soft breath.Of course she would say that.Of course she would see through me even without being here.I typed back quickly.I’m fine.She replied instantly.You’re never fine. Just come home.I didn’t respond to that.Because she wasn’t wrong.By the time I stepped into the house, Bella was

A morning that was never mine

Rachael’s POVDays flew by.Not slowly.Not gently.They rushed past me like I wasn’t even part of them.And just like that…I was sitting in front of a mirror.Still.Silent.While someone else built a bride around me.“Hold still.”The stylist’s voice was soft but firm as her fingers moved through my hair.Pinning.Twisting.Shaping it into something elegant.Something perfect.Something that didn’t feel like me.I stared at my reflection.Watching it happen.Watching myself disappear… slowly… carefully… intentionally.Another woman stood behind me, brushing powder across my face.Light.Precise.Every movement controlled.Every detail planned.“Don’t move your lips.”I hadn’t even realized I was.I swallowed and went still again.Across the room…my dress hung.Pressed.Displayed like something sacred.White.Structured.Beautiful.And not mine.My eyes lingered on it for a moment longer than they should have.Because even now…I couldn’t connect to it.Couldn’t feel anything towar

The one thing I can’t stop

Jonathan’s POVI stood by the window, staring out at a city that didn’t care what day it was.Cars moved.People walked.Life continued.Unbothered.Unaffected.And somewhere in that same city…Rachael was getting married.The thought didn’t land all at once.It settled slowly.Like something heavy pressing down on my chest… inch by inch.Unavoidable.Real.“She’s really going through with it.”Capri’s voice broke through the silence behind me.I didn’t turn.Didn’t respond immediately.Because what was there to say?He already knew.We both did.“Yes,” I said finally.Capri let out a quiet breath.The kind that carried more than just air.“You should stay away from the venue.”That made me turn.Slowly.My eyes met his.“And do what instead?”He didn’t answer immediately.Because there wasn’t a good answer.Not one that made sense.Not one that fixed anything.Capri ran a hand over his face.“You’re not going to stop it.”The words landed exactly where they were meant to.I held his

Perfect Arrangement

Clinton’s POVThe suite was quiet.Every detail in the room had already been arranged hours ago.My suit hung perfectly pressed near the window.Shoes aligned beneath it.Cufflinks placed exactly where they should be.Nothing out of place.Nothing left to chance.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie slowly.The kind of movement that didn’t require thought anymore.Because this wasn’t new.Not really.This wasn’t about emotion.It wasn’t about nerves.It wasn’t even about the wedding itself.This was about execution.Today was the final step in something that had been building long before anyone started talking about vows and rings.TodayThat was all it had taken to put everything back into position.To stabilize what had started slipping.To restore balance.And now…all that was left…was to complete it.A soft knock came from the door.Not hesitant.Not rushed.Expected.“Come in.”The door opened without delay.My mother stepped in.Already dressed.Already composed.A

A Beautiful Lie

Rachael’s POV“Hold still.”I did.Barely.Because at this point… I had no choice.Hands moved around me.Careful.Precise.One fixing my hair.Another adjusting the fall of the dress.Someone else brushing powder lightly across my face like I was something delicate… something that could shatter if touched too harshly.Maybe I could.“Turn slightly.”I turned.Slowly.The dress shifted with me.Heavy… structured… unfamiliar. and nothing like what I would have chosen.Everything like what had been chosen for me.“Perfect.”The word floated around the room again.I stared at my reflection.For a moment… I didn’t recognize her.The girl in the mirror looked…beautiful.There was no denying that.The makeup sat flawlessly on my skin.Soft but intentional.My hair styled exactly the way they wanted.Not a strand out of place.The dress hugged perfectly where it should… falling just right… flowing like something out of a dream.Anyone looking at me would think this was it.The moment.The

Don’t Do it Alone

Bella’s POVI was late.Again.Not dramatically late… not disaster late… but late enough that every step I took down the stairs felt like a countdown I was losing.“Bella!” someone called from somewhere behind me.“I’m coming!” I called back, already halfway down.My heels clicked too fast against the marble.My dress… slightly too tight… slightly too much… but perfect.Of course it was perfect.Today demanded perfect.Still… none of that mattered.Because all I could think about was her.Rachael.I hadn’t seen her yet.Not since she started getting ready.Not since everything became real.And for the first time since this whole thing started…I didn’t feel excited.I felt… nervous.A different kind of nervous.The kind that sat low in your stomach and refused to move.The kind that whispered something wasn’t right… even when everything looked like it was.I pushed the thought away quickly.No.Not today.Today wasn’t the day for that.Today… I needed to be there for her.Fully.No ov

The Cost Of Peace

Narrator’s POV The car door shut with a quiet click.Too quiet.Like even the sound knew better than to interrupt what sat between them.Clara adjusted the edge of her dress slowly… fingers lingering longer than necessary… as if fixing something outside could settle what was unraveling inside.Beside her, Williamson Virgo didn’t move.Didn’t fidget.Didn’t look back.His gaze remained fixed ahead… calm… composed… like this was just another morning.Just another arrangement.Just another decision.The car pulled away.Silence followed.Clara swallowed.Once.Twice.Her hands folded tightly in her lap.Then loosened.Then tightened again.“She didn’t look happy.”The words came out softly.Like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to say them out loud.Williamson didn’t respond immediately.He never rushed into anything… not even something as simple as answering his wife.Finally…“She looked fine.”Clara turned slightly.“Fine?”Her voice held disbelief now.Not loud.But present.“William

The Walk

Rachael’s POV“Just one more.”I smiled again.Or at least… I tried to.At this point, my cheeks hurt from forcing expressions that didn’t belong to me.The photographer stepped back slightly.Adjusting his camera.“Perfect,” he said. “Now tilt your chin a little.”I obeyed automatically.Because apparently that was all I did now.Obey.The soft breeze lifted part of my veil slightly as flashes went off again.Click.Click.Click.Every picture looked beautiful.I already knew that without seeing them.The venue behind me looked like something out of a fairytale.Soft pink flowers everywhere.Gold details.Crystal chandeliers visible even from outside the entrance.Everything elegant.Everything expensive.Everything carefully designed to look perfect.Jessica’s perfect color palette.Aubrey’s perfect arrangements.Clinton’s perfect wedding.And me?I was simply the bride standing in the middle of it all.Bella stepped beside me suddenly.“You know,” she said quietly, “if you blink tw

Not My Bride

Jonathan’s POV“Last chance to turn the car around.”Capri’s voice cut through the silence casually as he drove.I didn’t look at him.Didn’t answer immediately either.Outside, London blurred past in soft gray streaks.Busy streets.Morning traffic.People living ordinary lives while mine felt suspended somewhere between restraint and disaster.Capri glanced at me briefly.“You know… most people don’t willingly attend the wedding of the woman they’re in love with.”That made my jaw tighten slightly.Still… I kept my gaze forward.“I’m not here for drama.”“That’s comforting.”His tone remained dry.“Because this already feels like the opening scene of a very expensive emotional breakdown.”I exhaled quietly.Capri sighed dramatically beside me.“You really could’ve stayed home.”“No.”This time the answer came immediately.Because I already knew that.Knew it the second Bella invited us.The second Rachael looked at me in that hotel room like she wanted one final moment before realit

The Way She Looked At Him

Bella’s POVI had imagined this moment a thousand times.Okay maybe not a thousand.But definitely enough times to know I was supposed to be emotional right now.My best friend was getting married.Married.That sounded insane even in my own head.And yet… there I was… standing behind her in a bridesmaid dress worth more than my first apartment lease… trying not to cry before the ceremony even started.The chapel doors opened slowly.The music swelled instantly.And every single person turned toward us.Toward her.Rachael looked unreal.Like actually unreal.If I didn’t know her personally, I would’ve assumed she was one of those women people hire specifically to make everybody else feel ugly.The dress hugged her perfectly.The veil softened her face just enough to make her look almost dreamlike.And somehow… despite everything… she still carried herself with this quiet grace that made people stare without realizing they were staring.I saw it immediately.The guests straightening.

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