My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 119 Meeting The Devil

Evelyn

The news spread like wildfire, consuming every media channel and socialwork. Jacob's image was tarnished beyond recognition. The media did the rest of the job that Tyler couldn't manage.

I watched helplessly as everything fell apart, and Jacob struggled to piece it back together. I had never seen him so scared. He was afraid that things wouldn't remain the same. His doubts weighed heavily on him, and the biggest question haunting him was: what if he couldn't give me what I deserved? The fear in his eyes troubled me so much that it was tough for me to even breathe properly. I despised seeing him suffer, and I loathed Tyler even more for being the architect of our misery.

I absolutely fucking hated that piece of trash!

For the past week, I only saw Jacob when he returned to the apartment. He worked tirelessly every day, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion, with no respite in sight. I wanted to tell him to rest, but circumstances wouldn't allow it. It was fucking agonizing.

Everything felt so messed up.

We had moved back to his apartment five days ago, after everything was resolved. Most days, Jacob was out working while I remained alone in the apartment, fretting about the uncertainty looming over us.

Would our lives be torn apart because of this storm? Worse I had no idea at all.

Our meals consisted mainly of fast food. I didn't know how to cook properly, and Jacob didn't have the time for us to learn together. So, fast food has become a staple in our chaotic lives.

Today, amidst the turmoil, I found the courage to attempt a recipe I had stumbled upon. Now, as I searched for the nearest grocery store on Google Maps, impatience gnawed at me. Unable to wait any longer, I called Rosaline, thankfully succeeding in locating the store.

I set off for the store, knowing we were short on ingredients. It was a small step, but perhaps, in the midst of chaos, it was a glimmer of control-a semblance of normalcy amidst the storm.

I got out of the cab, paying the bill. "Grazie, ecco il pagamento."

"Molte grazie, buona giornata!"

Entering the grocery store, I momentarily forgot the list of items I needed. Thankfully, I had written it down on my notes, opting for a proper list instead of relying solely on my poor memory.

To be honest, when I stepped into the shop, I expected nothing more than a routine shopping trip. However, something unexpected, perhaps the most unexpected thing of the century, occurred. A male voice called out my name.

"Well, well, isn't this Mr. Adriano's most precious treasure?" A faintly familiar and despicable voice rang out.

I turned to see none other than Tyler, dressed in a black shirt and white pants, making his way toward me. His imposing figure and presence attracted the attention of women around us as he stood beside me.

What did women even see in this asshole? He looked totally shitty to me.

I despised the smell of his cologne. Everything about him filled me with loathing. Though I had only met him once before, if this encounter counted, then twice, I already knew I detested him to the core.

He was fucking disgusting. Just disgusting.

"Well, isn't this the most despicable and vile human being ever?" I remarked, crossing my arms over my chest and leaving my hold on the trolley. I saw him stifle a smile behind his hand as he scratched his jaw, seemingly amused.

"You know, I have to say something-this is the most amazing coincidence in my life," he chuckled. "I totally hadn't expected to see you here, but here we are again."

"God didn't want us to meet. He would never subject me to such a fate," I scoffed, turning away to grab a pack of cheese, followed by a pack of lettuce. "Maybe it was the devil exacting revenge on me."

"You have a smart mouth, Evelyn," Tyler moved closer, standing right beside me. "No wonder why Jacob fancies you so much. You're surely one of those things people would love to snatch."

"And I'm one of those things you can never snatch," I retorted in a sing-song voice, though all I wanted to do was punch him in the face. But I couldn't -I didn't want to end up in jail.

"And how did you know that I want to snatch you?" he cocked an eyebrow, leaning against the shelf, his gaze making me feel uncomfortably exposed. Something about his gaze made me want to hide myself somewhere.

"You've already made it fucking

obvious with your gaze, Tyler," I shot back. "I am not naive to unsee all of it. You're one of those despicable pieces of shit who consider women nothing but objects, and you just want to add me to your collection. That's something I'm never going to let happen."

"That's going to happen, Bella Donna," a smirk spread on his lips. "It's only a matter of a few days until you're mine. I'm going to snatch you from Jacob and take everything else he loves. Ruining your boyfriend has been my longest dream, and now, I have another wish-to have you all to myself."

"Some wishes never come true, Mr. Ricci," I met his gaze with intensity. "Consider me one of those wishes,, because even if Jacob and I are ruined, I'm never going to be yours. No matter what you do-I've seen your cheap games, how you Bribed Jacob's uncles and used the media to ruin his image. Do whatever you want, I'm not leaving him. Ever."

"It's still a bed of roses for you, Evelyn. I haven't even started putting those thorns in your lives," Tyler stepped closer, our faces mere inches apart as we locked eyes. My fists clenched at my sides, resisting the urge to punch him and rid myself of that temptation.

The fact that he was capable of ruining our lives made me want to fucking kill him.

"You realize that you are rotten to the fucking core Tyler, don't you?" I seethed, my gaze hardening as I met his stare. "Try to ruin Jacob's life all you want—I'll be there to help him pick up the pieces. Do whatever you want! I'm never leaving him, ever."

"One way or another, you'll have to leave him, Bella Donna. I'll make sure of it," he chuckled, looking at me with twisted amusement. His eyes briefly roamed up and down my body. "By the way..." he paused for effect.

"The body you have could drive anyone crazy," he said, moving to stand behind me. I remained rooted to the spot, my fists still clenched. "But your ass... it could bring a man to his knees. Has Jacob fucked it yet?"

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Before I could retort, he continued, "You know, Jacob was a fan of asses. And Chloe's happened to be his favorite."

And to my surprise, my body froze on the spot.