My Niece's Wild Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Marc pressed his palm against the bed, lifting himself off the girl beneath him. It would’ve been naive not to feel hurt by what his girlfriend just said. He got up and stepped away from the bed. “I think you need some rest,” he said, then without looking back, shoved his hands into his pockets and walked out of the room. “Uncle, where are you going?” Cassandra shouted just as the door shut behind him. But Marc didn’t stop or answer. What the hell is going through her mind? he thought. Aren’t most girls the ones who usually want a clear commitment in a relationship? But not Cassandra. She rolled over and buried her face in her pillow. “Uncle Marc is so annoying! Why can’t he just understand me? I still wanna enjoy my youth. If I get married now, I’ll be stuck with house chores, t

That afternoon, Marc intentionally canceled a few meetings with new clients. He couldn’t wait to finally meet Viona.He booked a VIP room at a restaurant just to make sure he had full privacy. He still couldn’t forget how Viona had sabotaged his last meeting by faking a suicide attempt in front of the press.This time, Marc didn’t want to take any chances. He had already paid a few people to keep an eye around the restaurant.He sat calmly, sipping his americano, when the woman he’d been waiting for finally walked in. Viona, petite and slightly chubbier than usual, pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.“Sorry I’m late. Hope you didn’t wait too long,” she said nervously.Marc gave her a thin smile. He wasn’t about to ruin his plan by letting emotions take over. He held his temper back as best he could.“No worries. I cleared my schedule just so we could talk about

 “Mr. Marc, have you picked out a birthday present for Miss Cassandra yet?” Niken asked that morning. “Tomorrow’s her birthday.” Marc stopped scribbling on the papers in front of him. His eyes widened as he looked up at his secretary. “Tomorrow?” he repeated, clearly surprised. “So… you haven’t prepared anything?” Niken asked, her voice rising slightly as she began to panic too. Marc set down his pen and bit his lip—a habit of his whenever he was deep in thought. After a moment, he snapped his fingers. “Can you help me with something?” Niken suddenly looked nervous. She hesitantly nodded. Of course, she was worried she wouldn’t be able to pull off whatever task Marc had in mind—especially with such short notice. “Book a hall

 Cassandra held her cheek where the sting of the slap still lingered. She hadn’t even recovered from the shock when the woman started yelling again. “You seriously have no shame! You even seduced your own dad’s younger brother!” she screamed. “You slut!” Marc snapped his fingers, signaling the security guards he had hired to deal with the situation. “Mrs. Viona, can you prove that I’m the father of the baby you’re carrying?” Marc asked calmly. “I’m willing to wait until the baby is born and take a DNA test.” Two guards grabbed Viona’s arms. No matter how much she struggled, they didn’t let go. “And one more thing you clearly didn’t know,” Marc added. “Cassandra isn’t my brother’s daughter.” Viona

Marc was still staring at the graph in front of him. He had no idea what else to do to bring it back up to where it used to be. Years of Irfan’s hard work had gone down the drain in a matter of days—all because of his own recklessness. “Give it time. Everything takes time,” said Rexy. “Even a caterpillar needs time to become a butterfly.” “Rex, this has nothing to do with caterpillars or butterflies. I’m the only one to blame for the fall of Sophie Laurent.” Marc put his tablet back on the table. “I meant, once you fix the articles, things will gradually go back to normal,” Rexy replied. “Trust me.” Marc leaned back and exhaled deeply. “I should’ve known better. That woman was never going to let me go that easily.” “So what now? You gonna wait till the baby’s born and sue h