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Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 53.
The morning air is sharp and clean as Dante and I leave the lodge for the scheduled stakeholder meeting. The fjord gleams under a pale sun, mist still clinging to the water’s surface like a soft veil. I’m dressed for the day in practical layers—thermal base, a fitted sweater, and a waterproof jacket—my hair pulled back tightly, notes tucked securely in my bag. My body still carries a faint, secret sensitivity from last night’s shower, the memory of my fingers and the intense fantasy of Dante making my cheeks warm even now. I avoid looking at him too directly as we drive along the winding coastal road, the engine’s low hum filling the charged silence between us. We arrive at the modern conference building perched on a hillside overlooking the water. The reception area is quiet, the receptionist offering an apologetic smile as she checks her screen. “I’m so sorry—the meeting has been postponed until tomorrow afternoon. There was a scheduling conflict with one of the key international p
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 52.
The evening light over the Norwegian fjord was fading into deep blues and purples, the mountains casting long shadows across the water like silent sentinels. Dante stood at the window of his room in the research lodge, the glass cool against his fingertips as he gazed out at the dramatic landscape. The day’s meetings had gone well—Amelia’s presentation sharp, professional, and impressive in ways that went beyond the data. She had commanded the room with a quiet strength that cut through the jet lag and the underlying tensions they both carried. Yet it was the memory of earlier that refused to leave him: her standing in the doorway in nothing but that barely-there towel, damp skin glowing, the fabric clinging precariously to the curve of her ass and the swell of her breasts. The way she had lifted her chin with that defiant bravado, pretending not to care. He had covered his reaction quickly, but the image had burned itself into his mind. The groan that had escaped him when she turne
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 51.
The evening light over the Norwegian fjord was fading into deep blues and purples, the mountains casting long shadows across the water like silent sentinels. Dante stood at the window of his room in the research lodge, the glass cool against his fingertips as he gazed out at the dramatic landscape. The day’s meetings had gone well—Amelia’s presentation sharp, professional, and impressive in ways that went beyond the data. She had commanded the room with a quiet strength that cut through the jet lag and the underlying tensions they both carried. Yet it was the memory of earlier that refused to leave him: her standing in the doorway in nothing but that barely-there towel, damp skin glowing, the fabric clinging precariously to the curve of her ass and the swell of her breasts. The way she had lifted her chin with that defiant bravado, pretending not to care. He had covered his reaction quickly, but the image had burned itself into his mind. The groan that had escaped him when she turned
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 50.
The cold Norwegian air nips at my still-damp skin as I finish dressing in a frantic blur, the white blouse buttoned with slightly trembling fingers and the navy pencil skirt smoothing over my hips. The towel lies discarded on the bed, a reminder of my momentary lapse in judgment. My reflection in the mirror shows flushed cheeks and eyes that are a little too bright. I run a quick brush through my damp hair, pinning it into a professional twist, and grab my files and laptop bag. Heart still pounding from the knock, from Dante’s low “Fuck” that I swear echoed in the hallway, I step out. He’s waiting just outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the picture of composed authority in his dark suit. His blue eyes flick over me once…professional, but there’s a lingering heat there, a fraction of a second where his jaw tightens before he schools it. The hallway smells faintly of pine cleaner and the distant sea, the lodge’s wooden beams creaking softly underfoot. “R
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 49.
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of my room at the research lodge, softer and later than I expected. I stir slowly under the thick duvet, the crisp Norwegian air seeping through a crack in the window making the room feel refreshingly cool against my skin. My body is heavy with jet lag, muscles still remembering the long flight and the charged tension of leaning into Dante’s side. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, the screen glowing brightly in the dim room, and my heart drops. It’s almost eleven in the morning. The meeting….the important stakeholder session Dante mentioned last night….was shifted to noon. There’s barely an hour left. “Shit,” I mutter, throwing the covers back. The wooden floor is cold under my bare feet as I scramble out of bed, heart racing. No time for the leisurely morning I had vaguely planned, I need to hurry. I rush through my routine in a blur . The bathroom fills with steam as I shower quickly, hot water cascading
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 48.
The plane touches down with a gentle jolt on the runway in Bergen, Norway, and the world outside the window shifts from endless clouds to something breathtakingly real. Crisp, cold air presses against the glass as we taxi, carrying the faint promise of salt from the nearby fjords even through the sealed cabin. I unbuckle my seatbelt, my fingers lingering on the cool metal clasp a second longer than necessary, the hum of the engines winding down around me like a sigh of relief. The long flight is over, but the charged memory of leaning into Dante’s side lingers on my skin like a brand….his firm warmth, that intoxicating scent that wrapped around every buried desire I’ve tried to ignore since Ethan’s betrayals began. Passengers stir, gathering coats and bags with the rustle of jackets and the click of overhead bins. I stand, smoothing my sweater, the fabric soft but insufficient against the chill already seeping through the jet bridge. Dante rises across the aisle, his movement
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER FIVE:
The Walker family banquet is exactly the kind of event I suddenly hate now. Expensive, elegant and Fake. Crystal chandeliers glow warmly above the massive ballroom while wealthy guests dressed in designer clothes laugh and socialize like their lives are perfect. I stand beside Ethan near the
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER FOUR:
I scrub my skin until it burns. Still, I can’t get rid of the feeling of Ethan’s betrayal crawling all over me. The bathroom is silent except for the sound of running water and my uneven breathing. Steam fogs the mirrors while my hands shake violently beneath the stream. I squeeze my eyes shut ha
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER THREE:
“I’m not coming back.” “Yes, you are.” The certainty in his tone chills me, like he genuinely believes I belong to him no matter what he does. “I’m filing for divorce.” His breathing changes slightly. Then colder this time, “Don’t do something stupid because you’re emotional Amelia. I close m
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER ONE:
The champagne in my glass went flat nearly twenty minutes ago.I still hold it anyway.My fingers tighten around the stem as I stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rooftop restaurant, watching rain slide down the glass in crooked lines. The city glows beneath me….gold lights, speeding cars
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