My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 119 Meeting The Devil

Evelyn

The news spread like wildfire, consuming every media channel and social network. 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.

a small step, but perhaps, in the midst of chaos, it

of the cab, paying the bill.

"Molte grazie, buona giornata!"

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

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

precious treasure?" A

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

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

remarked, crossing my

stifle a smile behind his hand as he

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

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,"

I wanted to do was punch him in the face. But I

you know that I want to snatch you?" he cocked an eyebrow, leaning against the shelf,

made

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

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

I are ruined, I'm never going to be yours. No matter what you do-I've seen your