My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 110 Peace Amidst Chaos

Evelyn

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone," Jacob sighed, tenderly cupping my face and pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. His voice quivered with guilt. "I had no idea they'd pull such a stunt. If I'd known, I'd never have left you here. I'm so fucking sorry..."

"It's okay, Jacob. It wasn't your fault," I sniffled, holding him tighter. Despite the chaos, being in his embrace brought a sense of safety and solace that I desperately needed. It didn't matter what had happened, I was with him now, that's all I needed.

"You must have been terrified, baby," he murmured, his fingers running through my hair as I buried my face into his neck. "I promise this won't happen again. They'll pay for what they did today. I won't let them have the chance to do it again."

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop them. They destroyed everything..."

"Stop, please," Jacob lifted my chin gently, his eyes meeting mine. "Do you think that matters to me, Evie? You have nothing to apologize for. Those things they ruined mean nothing compared to you. You're what matters. And hurting you..." His voice hardened, jaw clenching in anger at the thought. "They laid their hands on my world, and I swear to god, I won't let them get away with it. I will break their fucking hands."

"No, please don't do anything like that. They might hurt you too..." Tears flowed as memories and their words flooded back into my mind. "I can't see you get hurt. Please, don't do anything..."

"Shh... it's alright," he murmured, "No one will hurt me, I promise. Please, calm down, baby."

"No. They said they will hurt you."

"Evelyn, they've been pulling these senseless stunts for years. They've threatened me for years, it's their way to extort money from me. This is their go-to when they're strapped for cash. It's nothing new," he sighed, a hint of defeat slipping into his tone. "They can't hurt me because if they could, they would've done it already. Their attempt was merely to scare you. Don't take their words seriously trust me, they're cowards. They're just hungry for money."

"They're your uncles, right? Why do they do this to you?"

"Because they're greedy, despicable assholes," he chuckled bitterly. "They feel entitled because I ended up being adopted into a wealthy family after my father's death. But you know the irony? In reality, they couldn't care less about my dad. They'd have sold him off if it meant a quick buck. They're cheap and greedy. That's all they are they aren't my uncles. I refuse to consider them family because they don't deserve that title," his voice lowered with a mix of anger and sorrow.

something about them after all these

attention than they already demanded. I'd ignore their threats, the scenes they'd create at my office. It was stressful just thinking about it. So, whenever they

trample all over you, Jacob? You don't deserve this torment, these threats, this mistreatment. When will you understand your worth? To me, you're worth more than everything in the world combined," I confessed, pressing my forehead against his, my fingers tightly gripping his shirt. "Don't let anyone

yet you're still concerned about me..." He chuckled softly, tears glistening in his eyes as he wiped them away, leaning in to kiss me gently. "I don't know what I've done to have you in my life." He

me on the edge of the

about your wound, but I haven't," he replied, retrieving

away slightly as he soaked

We can't leave the wound open like this," his gaze softened. "Trust me. It'll be over

I knew it was inevitable, but the

but we can't," he murmured, gently smoothing my hair as he tucked a strand behind my ear. "I

had no choice, I slowly nodded.

He tenderly lifted my leg, handling it with care as he delicately swabbed my

stinging

soothing coolness replaced the burning sensation as

coaxed, his voice calm and reassuring. Thankfully, it was over soon. Jacob carefully dressed my wound, securing it in place. "Done." At his announcement, I finally

a sigh of relief, feeling my

I breathed

my waist, effortlessly lifting

still my little

settled me down, my head resting on his bicep. I snuggled closer, seeking comfort in his warmth, finding peace-this, this was my definition of peace. Being with him, in his

wrapping my arms around him, wanting to be as close as possible,

he chuckled,

a week to redecorate my entire apartment. Where do you want to stay