The Burning Passion Of My Fiance's Uncle

A few days later, Serena was at the Collins family mansion for a family dinner. That evening, the Collins residence seemed busier than usual. The lights lining the driveway were brightly lit. Her father typically only turned them on when welcoming important guests. The first thing Serena noticed was the row of luxury cars neatly parked in front of the main entrance. "Did someone important come over? Probably Father's business associates," she murmured. As soon as the grand doors opened, Claudia, her stepmother, greeted her with a smile that felt painfully fake. It was so unnatural that Serena almost frowned. "Serena, dear. You're finally home. Your father has been waiting for you," Claudia said gently, as if she were a loving mother. Serena paused for a moment. She almost wanted to laugh. Claudia rarely, if ever, greeted her like that. Normally, the woman only spoke to her when necessary, often in a haughty tone that made Serena reluctant to respond. "Yes, Mother," Serena rep

Serena restrained herself, trying to keep her voice polite."I want to talk about my mother's condition. The doctor recommends that she be transferred to a larger hospital. I hope you'll consider covering her medical expenses."Claudia chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mockery."Oh, so you've come to me asking for money?"Serena clenched her fists."It's not like that. I just... you know my mother's condition. She needs better treatment."The woman took a sip of wine before looking at Serena with a condescending gaze."Serena, you're far too naive. Do you think you can use the money in this house however you please? Remember, your mother is no longer part of the Collins family. I'm the lady of this house now."Serena held her breath, struggling to contain the anger rising inside her."She's still Father's wife, and she's still my mother. She deserves the best care possible."Claudia scoffed and gave her a faint smile."Then why don't you work harder and pay for your mother's treatment

Serena's eyes widened at his words.What?A man who appeared as dignified and powerful as Steave wanted her body as some kind of bargaining chip?That couldn't be serious."Don't joke around!" Serena exclaimed in disbelief. She hoped she had misheard him, or that Steave would take back what he had just said.Instead, his response only reinforced it."I never joke about anything," Steave stated flatly.His sharp gaze remained fixed on her. Serena couldn't read his intentions at all.The fact that Steave showed no sign of backing down only made her feel more overwhelmed.She truly couldn't believe it."I... I..." Serena stammered, uncertain of what to say.Amid the silence between them, Steave ended the conversation."I'll wait for your answer."Then he turned away without another word.Serena remained frozen for a moment before realizing that the man would accept only one of two answers, yes or no.With a heavy heart and a mind filled with confusion, Serena finally left.Yet even as sh

After enduring a difficult night, Serena could finally breathe a little easier. Once Steave kept his promise to continue covering the medical expenses, the hospital immediately transferred her mother back to the intensive care unit. Her mother slept peacefully in the hospital bed. Her breathing was now stable, the life-support equipment had been removed, and the doctors said her condition was beginning to improve. Serena sat beside the bed, holding her mother's hand tightly. “Mom, I'm sorry for being so reckless. Thank you for holding on,” she whispered, a faint smile touching her lips. “Thank You, God...” Her heart felt at peace, yet at the same time, an ache settled deep inside her chest. Every passing second reminded her of the bitter truth. Every hospital bill, every medication, even this VIP room, was being paid for by Steave. And now, she had to fulfill his condition. Serena looked at her mother's face one last time before standing. She wiped away her tears and left t

Sunlight streamed through the large window curtains, spilling across the bed.Steave had been awake for hours.He sat upright at the edge of the mattress, already dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.A steaming cup of coffee rested in his right hand as his gaze settled on the figure still lying beneath the blankets.Serena.She looked exhausted. Strands of disheveled hair partially covered her face. Her breathing was steady, her lips slightly parted, and faint reddish marks lingered on her neck from the night before.Steave watched her for a long moment, expressionless.He didn't know what he was feeling.Satisfaction?He had to admit it. A desire he had suppressed for so long had finally found its release with the woman he wanted.But what now?Was he satisfied after having her?No.If anything, he had become even greedier, especially knowing that he was the first man to whom Serena had given everything.Steave set his coffee cup on the bedside tab