My Niece's Wild Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

“Don’t kill me,” Cassandra pleaded, trembling with fear. “I really don’t know the person you’re talking about.”The young man’s eyes showed no trace of compassion.“Hey! Who are you?!”That loud shout startled the young man who had a knife pressed against the girl's throat.He turned his head and quickly pulled down his hood to conceal more of his face. His feet shuffled backward, keeping the knife at Cassandra’s neck.“Don’t come any closer!” he threatened.Cassandra held her breath. She felt like the knife would slice her skin if she dared to breathe. Her chest tightened in fear.“Uncle, help me,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks.The young man yanked her away before Marc could stop him. They disappeared into the elevator.“Please let me go,” Cassandra begged, her voice trembling. “I swear, I won’t report anything if you let me go now.”“Let you go?” the young man laughed darkly. “After you destroyed my family, why the hell would I let you go?”“Because you’ve got the

A message notification sound chimed from Marc’s phone, making Cassandra curious.“Who’s texting you this late at night? Hmm… is it Viona? Or that pretty girl again?” she teased.Marc pinched his niece’s nose. “Why? Are you jealous?”The girl pouted. “Who wouldn't be jealous,” she replied.“This… this, and this,” she continued, pointing at Marc’s lips, chest, and his intimate part, “all of this is mine. No one else is allowed to touch it but me.”Marc laughed at Cassandra’s childish antics. But her cheerfulness and innocence always added color to his life.“You better take a shower first,” he said. “I’ll join you soon. There’s something important I need to finish.”Cassandra clicked her tongue in protest. “But my foot still hurts, Uncle,” she whined, stretching out her arms to him, hoping he’d carry her.Marc sighed. He knew Cassandra didn’t take ‘no’ easily. She’d always find a way to get what she wanted.“Alright then, let’s shower first. I can deal with it after.”Cassandra beamed.

Reana clenched her fists, and before she even realized it, her hand swung up and landed on the man's cheek. She had never felt this furious."You're such a coward," she said, letting her emotions spill out. "Why would you promise something you couldn’t keep? Why would you give her hope when you weren’t even sure you could follow through? And after that..."Reana took a deep breath, her face showing how deeply disappointed she was. "You disappeared without a word. Did it ever cross your mind how she might feel?"The stinging pain on his cheek didn’t make Marc react with anger. He knew—deep down—he deserved it.He moved his jaw slightly to ease the pain, then forced a small smile."I did it because she pushed me," he said. "She made me promise all that. And one more thing... What happened ten years ago? That was just history. It’s not something I plan to repeat.""So... even though Viona apologized for what happened back then, after everything you two went through together, you still wo

“Please don’t tell me my brother’s the one behind this,” Marc cut in, his voice sharp with worry.His chest tightened at the possibility that Irfan might actually be Cassandra’s biological father.The man on the other end let out a dry chuckle, amused. “No... he’s not. The whole case was covered up. Never went public. No police reports. The witnesses stayed quiet—because Marini’s father wanted it that way.”Marc’s eyes narrowed. “That’s insane.”“Not really. Powerful families bury scandals like this all the time. They can’t afford a stain on their legacy—especially not from a reckless child.”Marc leaned back in his chair, frustrated. Once again, he was hitting a wall. Every trail led to half-truths or silence.“So what do you think really happened?” he asked. “Between the four of them?”“My guess? After what went down, Marini confessed Irfan was the father. Her father panicked and rushed to marry them. Wouldn’t take much to push Mona into a breakdown.”Marc muttered under his breath,

Marc stared at the pale face lying weakly beside him. He held the hand of the girl who seemed to be fast asleep.Her head was wrapped in bandages, and an IV line was attached to her wrist, making Cassandra look even more fragile.Since that incident, Marc hadn’t left the room. He felt responsible for everything that had happened to Cassandra. The guilt weighed on him, and he couldn’t bear to leave her side, not even for a moment.No more cheerful, playful voice calling him "Uncle." No sweet coaxing voice begging him for something.Marc lowered his head. His eyes felt heavy from not getting any sleep for the past few days.Still holding her hand tightly, he tried to close his eyes for a bit. But like a dream, he suddenly felt the fingers he was holding twitch.He quickly lifted his head again and looked at the pale girl still lying motionless. His heart sank when she didn’t wake up.Marc lowered his head once more, resting it on his folded arms beside her bed. Within minutes, he drifte