Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married My Ex's Uncle In My Second Time: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

After being treated, all I wanted was to go home and shower. Hospitals had always made me uneasy—the too-bright lights, the sterile scent of antiseptic, the hushed voices that carried an air of urgency, sadness and dread. I turned to Ellie, who was sitting beside me, scrolling through her phone. "Are you going to be fine alone? I would really like to head home," I told her, stretching slightly, my body still sore from everything that had happened. She looked up and studied me for a moment before nodding. "I’ll be fine. My parents just texted me—they’re close." Relieved, I gave her a small smile before I stood to leave. Alaric had been waiting outside, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, ever the picture of casual authority. As soon as he saw me, his posture relaxed slightly. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded, and together we made our way toward the exit. We had barely turned a corner when we spotted a couple walking toward us. They had an air of aristocracy abo

After coming down from the intense orgasm, a heavy wave of peace settles over me, my eyelids growing heavier with each passing second and my body slowly succumbs to exhaustion. I barely register Alaric shifting beside me as he adjusts the blanket over my shoulders. His warmth is grounding, a stark contrast to the cold fear that had gripped me just hours ago.His voice reaches me through the fog, deep and soothing. "It’s okay. You can sleep now."I want to fight it. I don’t want to close my eyes. There’s still so much to say, so much left unresolved. But my body has other plans.The last thing I remember is the gentle pressure of his hand rubbing slow, comforting circles on my back, and then—darkness.----------------When I wake, everything hurts.My limbs are stiff, aching in ways I didn’t even realize they could. The soreness settles deep in my bones as a reminder of the hellish night before.For a moment, I just lie there, blinking slowly as the events of last night trickle back in

“I think we should set our differences aside and work together to reveal whoever this is,” Damian said, his tone serious.Alaric scoffed, looking at him like he’d just suggested the most ridiculous thing in the world. “Work together? Just a few months ago, you sent people to kill me.” His voice was sharp, laced with barely contained fury. “Anna was with me, and she got injured. Because of you, she was harmed.”“I’m okay,” I tried to interject, but Alaric wasn’t having it. His jaw was set, his fists clenched at his sides.“The only reason I allowed you in here,” he continued, “is because I wanted to know who wanted to hurt Anna. But now you expect me to work with you? Never.” His voice was final, unwavering.Damian’s smirk was long gone. He straightened, brows furrowing. “Wait… A few months ago?” He shook his head. “I never sent anyone to you a few months ago.”Alaric’s entire body went rigid. “What?”Damian looked genuinely confused. “I didn’t send anyone after you. If someone attacke

As it turned out, we barely had time to breathe, let alone think about anything other than work. The moment Jason confirmed that the Drummonds were making their move, our workload tripled overnight. Crisis meetings, legal consultations, damage control—it felt like we were running a marathon with no finish line in sight.But despite the chaos, the tension between Alaric and me only grew stronger. It was in the way his gaze burned into me every time I entered his office, the way his fingers would linger when I handed him a document, the way his voice softened whenever he spoke to me, even amidst the storm.And then there were the nights.Exhausted beyond belief, we would barely have enough time to eat before collapsing into bed—his bed, because he still refused to let me sleep in my own. Every night, he would pull me close, his warmth seeping into my skin, grounding me in a way I never thought I needed. And every night, without fail, he would press a lingering kiss to my forehead and mu

As soon as the police hauled the Drummonds away, the reporters wasted no time descending on me like a pack of hungry wolves, their voices overlapping as they shoved microphones and cameras in my direction."Miss Renwick! How did you uncover the truth?""When did you start suspecting the Drummonds?""What does this mean for the future of Sinclair Enterprises?""Will Edward Sinclair be reinstated as CEO?""Do you have a statement for the investors who pulled out due to the allegations?"I held up a hand, and to my surprise, the room quieted just enough for my voice to carry.“The truth was always there,” I said, my tone even but firm. “All it took was looking beyond surface-level accusations and following the evidence. It’s a shame that so many were quick to condemn the Sinclair family without proper proof, despite their years of hard work and success.” I let my gaze sweep across the gathered reporters, making sure they felt the weight of my words. “Journalistic integrity should require