All Chapters of My Niece's Wild Desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“So … I win the bet this time, right?” Marc flashed a sly smile.“Ugh, that’s cheating! Uncle, that was way too unfair!” Cassandra whined, crossing her arms. “Why would you even order a mega-sized cola in an ice-cold room like that?!”“Hey, a bet’s a bet. Any trick’s allowed,” Marc shrugged, amused. “You could’ve done anything to make me cave first, y’know.”He chuckled softly as he closed the door behind Cassandra, who walked in with a huff.“So, what now? Gonna cuddle me all night like you promised?” he teased.Cassandra rolled her eyes dramatically. She strode over to the sofa by the massive glass window and plopped down with a theatrical sigh.“No way. This whole thing was rigged. That means the bet’s off,” she declared stubbornly.Marc sat down beside her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.“Thanks.”The unexpected gratitude made her glance sideways at him.“Thanks? For what?”“For tonight,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with warmth. “You being here… it made me feel happ

"Yes! She's my niece," Marc cut in, stepping confidently onto the stage where the show was being broadcasted live.All cameras immediately turned toward him. The man smiled, calm and charming as ever, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Without hesitation, he sat down on an empty seat beside Viona."Of course my fiancée would know my only niece, wouldn’t she?" Marc said with a wide grin, locking eyes with Viona, his smile sharp enough to cut glass.Viona’s expression stiffened. Her body tensed the moment she saw that devilish grin on Marc’s lips. The host, on the other hand, looked like she was trying hard to suppress her shock behind a growing smile."Wow... wow!" the host exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. "This is truly a special live stream, folks! A breaking story revealed by none other than Marc Fairmount himself.""Let’s give a round of applause for Mr. Marc Fairmonth, who generously took the time to be with us today!" she continued, raising both her arms

Marc leaned in, feeling the warm breath brushing against his cheek. He caught a sweet vanilla scent wafting from the girl's neck.Cassandra looked into his dark eyes, which were now much closer. And the warmth of his lips became very real as they pressed gently against hers.Marc’s hand brushed over her soft skin. He let his desire guide him, savoring every beat of emotion running through him.Of course, he couldn’t deny he felt exactly what Cassandra felt—complete when they were together, and hollow when apart.Feelings he’d never experienced before. He was scared that one day, she might disappear again, because he knew how torturous it had been not knowing where she was. It felt like his soul had been completely taken over by her.Suddenly, the girl stopped Marc’s hand as it wandered to the inside of her thigh. It caught him off guard. Cassandra had never refused him before.“I’m on my period, Uncle. We can’t do that for the next few days,” she whispered.Marc flopped back onto the

"No way. No one’s gonna recognize me," she replied casually.Marc chuckled, clearly pleased that his trick had worked and that his niece's mood had lightened up again.He shook his head with an amused smile. "Women are all the same. Always using the magic word 'whatever'," he thought. "Don’t they know how confusing that is? Good thing I have my own way of dealing with it."Not long after, the two of them were already inside a small eatery. Cassandra tugged her uncle’s hand, pulling him inside to sit down.The long table was packed with other diners, which made the girl visibly annoyed. She let out a sigh, her expression showing disappointment."Let’s just get it to-go. We don’t have much time," Marc whispered. "I still have a surprise for you."Cassandra turned toward him, her face instantly lighting up with excitement. "A surprise?" she repeated with wide eyes.Marc smirked and nodded."What is it?" she asked eagerly."It’s a secret," Marc whispered with a victorious grin.He was gen

Marc crossed his right leg over his left. The man sat restlessly, occasionally glancing out at the street and observing his surroundings.Unlike usual, the café he frequented was unusually quiet this afternoon. He let out a long sigh and exhaled loudly, then grabbed his cup of hot Americano and took a sip.Suddenly, he stood up when he saw a man dressed entirely in black approaching. The man walked straight toward Marc with a large brown envelope in his hand."Sorry I’m late," the man said as he sat down in front of Marc without waiting for permission. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back comfortably.Marc was speechless. He wasn’t used to dealing with someone so... uncivilized. He sat back down and decided to get straight to the point."About Mona Salimar. Have you found any leads about her connection with Marini?""I looked into the hospital where she was being treated," the man replied. "I found the name Irfan Asmara in their records. He visited Mona regularly.""My br