FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE

~~Elena~~ The next day, I went to see Grandma. When I stepped into her hospital room, the steady beep of the monitor was the only sound that welcomed me. She lay so still, her frail chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that made my heart ache. I dragged a chair close to her bedside and carefully took her fragile hand in mine. Her skin was paper-thin, cold against my warmth, and I held it as if letting go might mean losing her forever. Lowering my head onto the mattress, I pressed my face against her arm, longing for the comfort of her voice, the reassurance of her touch. “Please, Grandma…” I whispered through trembling lips. “Wake up. Tell me everything’s going to be okay… because I don’t know how to live in this world without you.” Buzz. My phone lit up with a new message from the girls’ group chat. " Elena we heard you are getting engaged, are you giving up your dream of becoming a lawyer?" I stared at the screen, my chest tightening. My fingers moved slowly across

~~Elena~~Just like when he had entered the bar, everything around him seemed to bend to his presence. “Oh my God…” My mouth fell open in awe as I struggled to understand why he was here. Every memory of last night came flooding back, the way he moved, the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel, and I couldn’t stop the flush creeping across my skin. “Hello, Uncle,” my so-called fiancé said, dismissing his hands from his love and running to him like a puppy who had just seen its master. “Uncle…” I mustered out, almost losing my balance. What the heck have I done? I slept with my fiancé’s uncle! He moved closer, each step deliberate, unhurried, as though the entire room belonged to him. My chest tightened. Feeling a wave of shame and guilt, I slowly lowered my head. “Why do I feel like I’ve seen this face before?” he murmured, his voice low yet powerful, carrying across the silence like a challenge. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement, heavy with authority, as though he

~~Elena~~ I need to stop this. No matter how much I crave his touch, nothing will change the fact that he’s my fiancé’s uncle. This complication isn’t just about me, Grandma’s life is entangled in it too. “We need to stop this, Uncle,” I said, forcing courage into my voice. I had to draw the line, to remind both him and myself of who he truly was. Silence filled the night air as he said nothing. I wondered if he was still here. I quickly turned, and there he was, his figure standing tall in the shadows. Then he moved. Slowly. Each step echoed like a warning, deliberate and unhurried. his hands buried in his pockets, his crisp white sleeves rolled to the elbows, three buttons undone at his collar. We have to stop,” I repeated, my voice barely steady, as if he hadn’t heard me the first time. Or maybe I was trying to convince myself more than him. There was no trace of emotion in his face.he felt so unbothered as if my words meant nothing. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked,

~~Alejandro~~ Last night was chaos in my own head. I couldn’t sleep. Her words wouldn’t leave me. Uncle, we need to stop. That one word-Uncle-cut deep. A reminder of the line she wanted between us. She asked for space, and I’ll give it to her. But God, I crave her. Every curve, every breath of hers drives me insane. Yet I know,if I force it, I’ll lose her and my ego. And I don’t beg for attention. Not from anyone. Especially not from a young woman like her. At breakfast, I caught her stealing glances at me. She thinks I didn’t see, but I did. And yes, I stole some too. She was restless, uncomfortable, and it fueled me in ways I shouldn’t admit. Then my father, in his usual bluntness, told me it was time to settle down. The moment he said it, she nearly choked. My chest tightened. Why that reaction? Does she feel what I feel? The question burned on my tongue, but I held it back. I don’t ask, I watch, I control. And then he had to mention Valentina. My childhood shadow. Our families

~~Alejandro~~ I reached the construction site and noticed a crowd gathered, restless and whispering. Mateo, my assistant, quickly stepped forward, opening the car door. I adjusted my tie, straightened my jacket, and stepped down. The moment I moved forward, the people parted to clear a path, their murmurs rising. "Mr. Rodriguez is here…" someone whispered sharply. Up ahead, a man stood with his back to me, his voice raw with threats of ending his life unless he saw me. I stopped, tall and composed, my hands sinking into my pockets, legs planted firmly apart. Again, another voice echoed, louder this time: "Mr. Rodriguez is here!" The man spun around instantly. His eyes widened as soon as they landed on me. I recognized him "Come with me",I said, my tone calm but heavy with command. He followed reluctantly. We walked into the control room, where the door shut behind us. I lowered myself into the chair, crossing one leg neatly over the other. My gaze never left him. "What's wro