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CHAPTER 63

ผู้เขียน: Julia Bianca
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"Please record this phone call, Noah” I whisper, leaning as close to the driver's seat as I can without making a sound while briefly covering my phone speaker with my hand.

Noah doesn't hesitate. His fingers move across his phone screen with ease. He gives me a single, sharp nod and holds up his phone, showing me the active voice recorder app before tapping the icon to sync it with my call.

I press the speaker button on my phone.

“Who are you?” I ask calmly, “What do you want?”

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    I don’t bother standing up.I am worried, but I’m not about to run back into Damien’s arms just because Gideon came looking for me.“Why?” I say with a mean toneGideon and Elena both look at me, and I immediately regret my tone.I bite my lip. “Sorry. That sounded off. I meant, is everything okay?”Gideon studies my face — long enough to realize I’m not going anywhere — because instead of insisting, he pulls out the empty chair between me and Elena and sits down. He offers Elena a small smile and his hand.“Gideon.”“Elena.”They shake. A little too long.I clear my throat. “You said we needed to go somewhere. Please just tell me what’s going on.”He finally releases her hand. “Well, you don’t exactly look like you’re planning on going anywhere.”“I’m not.”I wait.Three seconds of silence. “Is Damien okay?”Something familiar tremors the far corner of his mouth.“I suppose that’s why you were looking for me.”“Technically, yes.” He nods. “Damien’s fine.” I exhale, then he adds, “But

  • Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle    CHAPTER 75

    Thankfully, it is the weekend. Going to Damien's office after everything that happened would have been unbearable. I just need some time to calm down, and hopefully, this weekend will give me all the time I'll need.That being said, with my track record, it's not likely to be enough.Regardless of my repeated refusals, Elena somehow managed to persuade me to go to the mall with her. While our decision to dress to kill was certain, the problem was that my bank account was on its way to dying. With Papa Bear's ongoing case, I need to be frugal for now. I'm sitting on one of those plush chairs at the Dolce & Gabbana, while Elena tries on dresses she claims to be modest, but would definitely attract attention in the office. She puts one slim-fit dress in front of me.“This dress matches your eyes. We're taking this.”Before I can even open my mouth, she's already handed it to the sales attendant and moved on to the next rack.I sigh — louder than I mean to. Elena stops immediately, waves

  • Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle    CHAPTER 74

    I quickly sit up and gradually read the sub caption again.I obviously don't have a problem with Victoria coming back but why now? Why would she sign a contract with Damien's company at the exact moment my relationship with Damien is burning to the ground? Is it just a terrible coincidence, or is the universe intentionally working against me?I shake my head, dropping my phone on the nightstand. I’m just being paranoid. The news clearly says unverified sources. Bloggers lie all the time for clicks. I can’t let rumors like this bother me.A gentle knock at the door breaks the silence, and Elena walks into the guest room carrying two warm mugs of tea. She sets one on the nightstand and sits down beside me on the edge of the bed."You're still awake," Elena says, looking at my swollen eyes with deep concern. "Do you want to talk about it now?"I wrap my fingers around the warm mug, staring down at the tea. The tears start welling up again."I'm in love with him, Elena," I whisper, my voi

  • Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle    CHAPTER 73

    Fear and shock grips my chest as I stare at the bright screen of my phone.[‘You look a hot mess right now. Trouble in paradise, Aria?’] I read the message again and again. The caller was obviously at the gala tonight. This text message implies that he definitely saw Damien and me scream at each other on the stone steps. He probably saw the whole humiliating breakdown. I grip my phone tight, trying to fight off the urge to throw it out the window. I swipe the notification away, refusing to give whoever it is the satisfaction of a reply.When the taxi finally pulls up to Damien's penthouse, I walk through the lobby, brushing past the night bodyguards without a word.The moment the elevator doors slide open, I storm straight down the wide corridor and into Damien's bedroom. I pull my heavy suitcases out from the walk-in closet, letting them crash onto the floor.Tears run down my cheeks. I don't know what to believe anymore. This whole bond with Damien started off as a lie, and his reas

  • Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle    CHAPTER 72

    Air completely leaves my lungs as I stare across the table at the woman who gave birth to me, sitting there in her flawless emerald-green dress with a look in her eyes I've never seen before.She's definitely the last person I expected to see here tonight. I thought this gala was for shareholders, current Hartwell models, and other elite people who are currently involved with the Hartwell company."Mum?" I look from my mother to Damien, then back at my mother again, my head spinning as I struggle to process what I'm seeing. Damien is definitely mistaken about this."Mum, what... what are you doing here?" I try my best to sound respectful.Diana takes a slow sip from her champagne flute, setting it down on the table with a soft click. "Sweetie, didn't you hear Damien?" she says nonchalantly. "He just said I'm one of the major shareholders. Of course I'm supposed to be here."I sit there, completely lost for words. I turn my head toward Damien, expecting him to look just as surprised

  • Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle    CHAPTER 71

    After work the next morning, the night of the Hartwell Annual Legacy Gala arrives. The grand ballroom of the city’s most luxurious hotel looks freaking bright tonight. Crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, casting golden light over silver trays, champagne glasses, and hundreds of powerful people dressed in tailored tuxedos and expensive designer gowns. The city's media and reporters interview some guests outside on the red carpet while soft classical music plays inside the ballroom. I slowly check myself out in a floor-to-ceiling mirror near the grand entrance. I’m wearing a burgundy silk dress that hugs my waist and hips before spilling softly to the marble floor. My hair is pinned up elegantly, exposing the diamond necklace on my collarbones. Beside me, Damien looks dashing and unreal in a custom black tuxedo, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist. "You're breathtaking," he kisses my bare shoulder, his deep voice suddenly turning me on. His warm breath brushes a

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