My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 224

Evelyn

My breath hitched. I staggered back, my pulse a wild, erratic thing in my chest. No. He couldn’t be here.

My gaze darted to the security camera, and there he was.

The same black hoodie. The same soulless eyes. Standing closer than before. At our doorstep.

“Well,” his voice slithered through the speaker, smooth, taunting, “stepping away from the door won’t do much. If I wanted to hurt you, I fucking would.” He paused, the weight of his words pressing against my ribs. “But here’s the thing—I’m not here to hurt you. Not today.” A beat of silence. Then, a soft chuckle. “Can’t say the narrative won’t change next time we meet.”

My stomach twisted violently. I could see it—that sick grin. The one he wore when he watched people crumble.

“And you know what?” His voice dropped lower, dripping with cruel amusement. “Two birds, one stone. If I hurt you, I hurt that thing growing inside you—Mr. Adriano’s offspring.” He inhaled, as if savoring the thought. “Just imagining it makes me want to do it right now.”

A trembling hand flew to my mouth, muffling my strangled gasp.

My eyes flicked away from the screen, landing on the door.

Something about this Tyler—this version of him—felt worse than before. More unhinged. More lethal. Like he had nothing left to lose. I was almost afraid he’d tear through that door.

“But not now, Belladonna.” His voice was closer. Louder. The hairs on my arms rose. “After all, if there’s one thing I am, it’s patient. I like to take my time.” Another chuckle, slow and deliberate. “And I promise, sweetheart, it’ll be excruciatingly slow when I rip that bastard’s baby out of your ripped stomach.”

The room tilted. My knees buckled.

No…

I couldn’t let him do that. I couldn’t let him hurt our baby.

“Sienna, right?” He sighed the name, as if tasting it. “That’s what your dear fiancé’s been calling her. Kinda stupid, assuming the gender. But let him have his moment.”

A sharp metallic scrape echoed through the speaker. My breath caught as I watched him pull a knife from his pocket, dragging it across the door. The sound sliced into my ears, jagged and cruel.

“Not like he’ll ever get to hold his child alive.”

Terror rooted me in place. Not just at his words, but at how much he knew. Every little detail of our life.

“Wanna know something, darling?” His voice was a serpent’s hiss. “I have big plans for the both of you. Jacob won’t suffer much—just the loss of his fiancée and child.” Another pause. “But you two? You’ll kiss the world goodbye.”

I stumbled back, my heartbeat a violent drum against my ribs. My vision blurred with unshed tears. I felt so cold. So terrifyingly cold. I needed Jacob’s warmth, his arms around me, his voice telling me everything would be okay.

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