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27: An awkward interruption
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2026-09-17 13:10:36
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Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead 36: Too bossy
Kimberly hung over Finnick’s broad shoulder, her body completely limp as she let out a defeatist, pouty groan.Theo pushed himself up off the floor, wincing as he clutched his stomach. Then he raised his chin and puffed out his chest, desperately trying to mask the excruciating pain to save face in front of his uncle.“Uncle, what is the meaning of this?!” Theo demanded, barely suppressing a grunt.With Kimberly safely balanced over his shoulder and his hand securing her, Finnick fixed his dark eyes on him, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp chill. “What gave you the guts to lay a hand on Kim?”Theo’s brows drew together in indignation. “She is my legal wife, Uncle! I have every right to touch her! You are the one who has no business putting your hands on her, so put her down right now!”Finnick raised an eyebrow, an amused, icy smirk touching his lips. “Did she give you the impression that she still wishes to be your wife? It’s painfully obvious she doesn’t. Guards!” he called out
Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead 35: One stubborn woman
Finnick had tasked Jonas with investigating why he had felt so strangely affected after sipping that milk the night before. After a brief review of the estate’s security footage, Jonas stood in the private office, holding an iPad as he presented his findings.“Young Master Theo is the one who attempted to drug Miss Kimberly,” Jonas reported.Sitting behind his executive desk, Finnick listened with an increasingly serious expression.“In the glass of milk that you drank, Sir, he appears to have spiked it with a potent aphrodisiac,” Jonas continued, pointing to the screen. “The living room surveillance downstairs confirms it. Young Master Theo prepared the drink himself and pressed Miss Kimberly to accept it.”Finnick took the iPad from his hands, watching the security footage. “Three years into their marriage, and he resorts to such low tactics? Exactly what is he trying to pull?”Jonas answered, “He has been relentlessly harassing Miss Kimberly for several days now, but she has consi
Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead 34: From Uncle to Husband
The next morning, soft sunlight filtered into the bedroom, illuminating Kimberly and Finnick sleeping soundly beneath the duvet.Kimberly was dressed in her nightgown while Finnick was completely shirtless, her head resting peacefully against his broad chest while his strong arms wrapped securely around her frame, holding her tight against him.She slowly fluttered her eyes open, the very first sight greeting her being the firm, warm contours of his bare chest.When she tilted her head up slightly, she saw that he was still fast asleep, his usually sharp features softened by rest.A wide, dreamy smile spread across her face as she stared at his sleeping expression. ‘Oh my god... I can’t believe this actually happened. I actually had sex with Uncle. Being with him is even better than I ever imagined…’Unable to resist, she lifted her hand, gently brushing her thumb along the line of his jaw before lightly tracing his lower lip.The moment her skin touched his, his eyes slowly opened, d
Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead 33: Giving in to desire
Mature contentKimberly’s fingers slid up into Finnick’s hair, holding him close as their tongues slid and sucked.She arched beneath him, her body rising to meet the solid heat of his chest. When he caught her lower lip between his teeth and tugged, a soft, shaky moan slipped out of her that made his hips press forward instinctively.He shifted, settling more fully between her thighs, the hard length of him unmistakable now, pressing hot and heavy against her.Still he focused on her mouth, kissing her as though the rest of the world had disappeared. One hand cradled the side of her face, thumb stroking her cheek while his tongue delved deeper, slower, tasting her thoroughly. The other slid down her side, gripped her hip, and yanked her tighter against him so she could feel every inch.She kissed him back messy, little moans leaking out every time he angled her head and pushed his tongue deeper.His mouth left hers only to trail along her jaw, then lower, pressing open, lingering k
Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead 32: Don’t regret this
Kimberly arrived at Finn’s room to find the door standing slightly ajar.“Uncle?” she called out softly before stepping inside, greeted only by silence.The vast, dark room made her wonder if he was even home. Driven by curiosity, she slipped inside, closed the door quietly behind her, and scanned the shadows of the massive space.“Uncle? Uncle, are you in?” she asked cautiously, squinting through the gloom. Noticing his bed was completely empty, a soft murmur escaped her lips. “Uncle…”“Here…”The low, gravelly voice startled her. She finally spotted him leaning against the far wall near his cabinet, half-concealed in the deep shadows.“Uncle?”She walked closer, her breath catching as the dim light revealed him fully. He was completely shirtless, his broad chest heaving with deep, uneven breaths, as though he were feverish or fighting something fierce inside him.“Uncle, are you alright?” she asked, her voice trembling with genuine concern.Finn stared down at her, his eyes dark
Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead 31: A painful misunderstanding
Finnick arrived back at the estate late into the night. Exhausted from hours of work, he unbuttoned his collar as he strolled into the dimly lit dining area to grab a cold drink from the kitchen.His steps paused when his eyes landed on the single, untouched glass of milk sitting on the dining table.He stared down at it for a long moment, a weary, almost imperceptible shake of his head following. “Switching over to milk just because I rejected your coffee?” he murmured into the quiet room. “Kimberly Holland, you truly are relentless...”He let out a heavy, tired sigh. “For the sake of your persistence, then...”Picking up the crystal glass, he lifted it to his lips and took a small sip. The odd, overly sweet taste immediately caused his sharp brows to draw together in a deep frown.“Hmm...” he muttered, setting the glass back down. “I’m definitely sticking to coffee and beer.”Meanwhile, in her bedroom, Kimberly was fast asleep, curled on her side in a deep, peaceful slumber. She
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