Semua Bab Seducing My Ex Boyfriends’ Uncle: Bab 81 - Bab 90

~JESSICA~I felt my heart beat faster for her; I knew the feeling, as it’s the same I went through with Jade.“I couldn’t believe my eyes. I asked him what about us and reminded him about the promises he made to me and my son, but he didn’t care; he instead asked me to move on. I was hurt and broken, thinking that I lost my family because of him; I didn’t care that we were in the street. I grabbed his tie and shook him, and that’s when a woman pushed me aside; she asked me to… to stay away from her husband...” She swallowed her saliva and then continued.“I thought since he destroyed my life, let me destroy his. I narrated everything to the woman—how he took me from my family and how he abandoned me and my son—but she didn’t care; she told me life wasn’t fair and suggested I move on as clearly he was her husband. She walked to their car without a worry, and Thompson shamelessly offered me money so I could disappear. I wanted to leave that town too, so desperate for money, I accepted th

~CLINTON~“I’m ready to play; I hope you’re ready too. Oh wait, we only have a son today.”“Please let him go; he didn’t do anything to you.” I tried to plead with him."Yes, but one has to pay for their father's deeds, and it so happens that this time it’s this little bastard,” he said, the muzzle of the gun pointing to my son.“What happened between me and your sister was strictly business; she understands that already; why can’t you?”“Because I’m not my sister, she can easily be manipulated, but not me. Do you know what my sister went through to save me?” He took steps towards me.“My sister is my hero; she went through so much just to make sure I had everything; she sacrificed her youth for me. When my parents died, I swore to protect her with my life; that’s why I’m not afraid that you’re a mafia; nobody messes with my sister and gets away with it.”“And you call yourself a man, using a baby to have your revenge?” I wanted to provoke him.“Kneel down!” He ordered; it seems to be

~JESSICA~It’s been a month; we were back at home; both Clinton, I, and Journey had recovered.Layla’s brother was sentenced to death in prison, while Layla seemed to be making waves in business, as she had been on multiple interviews as the most successful businesswoman. Everything was falling into place, although I still searched for my sister.I had signed over the Thompson’s house right to my aunt, which made her happy; she was worried that I would take over her family’s house while I was not even part of her family. She was glad I gave it back—I didn’t need it. Although she didn’t apologise for how she treated me, I could see how sorry she was. I was in the kitchen preparing lunch while Clinton was helping Kiara with her homework—Journey was probably playing in his walker.My bump was starting to show, and with the doctor's news, he told us we might be expecting twins. We both prayed there were twins, as then we'd have only two babies left. We were set to make our goal—six childr

“I thought we agreed you would manage the company from home.”"Yes, I didn't know my company would need me.”“Can't you just hire someone to do it?”"No, I can't, and I have to go now, see you later,” my husband said, pecking my cheeks. We agreed he would manage the company from home, but now his mind seemed to be changed. As he closed the door, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was already four months pregnant, and the doctor asked me to rest more because twins were complicated. After I cleaned up and put on clean clothes, I walked to my children's room. I started with Kiara, who was surprisingly up and writing in her journal."Well, I guess someone is being a big girl, show me what you're writing,” I said as I sat beside her on her little bed, but she shook her head."No, mommy, you can't see it until it's published,” she said, hiding the little journal under her pillow.“Published? You're writing a book? Ain't you too small for that?”“I am, but my t

I was in a frozen state, unable to think properly. How could Clinton keep this from me? Is he perhaps living a double life like most billionaires do? My mind kept asking questions, and tears rolled down my cheeks freely.“Welcome home, Mr. Clinton.” I heard Matilda greet him. Realizing he was home, I wiped away my tears, folded the paper, and hid it in my dress, as I needed to go confirm it myself. After making sure the paper was well hidden, I walked out of the office straight to the bedroom. I put myself to bed after securely hiding the paper.“My love,” he said as soon as he walked in, but I pretended to be asleep. He walked up to me and kissed my cheeks, and then he removed the blanket and kissed my bump.“How have you been?” He said, and I didn’t respond, not only in character, as I knew he was greeting his babies, “I hope you were good to Mommy, now let me greet my wife,” he said.He then brought his lips to mine, he forced a kiss, and I was tempted to respond as I always get hor