My Niece's Wild Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Haris smiled at her question. How could he not? He knew exactly how hard it had been to break through Marini’s walls earlier.“Thank you… for giving something that precious only to me,” he whispered, kissing her gently on the forehead.Their eyes met once more, both still feeling the subtle flutter in their hearts.Haris pulled her into a tight hug, silently showing how deeply he wanted to protect the girl he loved.In the distance, voices began calling their names. Flashlights cut through the forest darkness, sweeping through every possible corner in search of someone.“Haris!”“Irfan!”“Marini!”The shouts echoed through the forest, breaking the stillness of the night like a sudden storm.“Irfan! What are you doing out here?” one of the searchers called out, spotting him. “And where are your clothes?”Irfan scrambled to cover himself, embarrassed. “I— I was looking for Marini. But I slipped into a muddy pit… my clothes got soaked… and I got lost.”Principal Munir eyed the boy suspic

The girl quickly crouched down, hiding behind the wall of her room. “No way! There’s no way Uncle Marc found me this fast.” Cassandra stayed low and moved away from the window. She picked up her phone and saw the number of missed calls on the screen. All from the same person. She immediately turned off the phone and shoved it into the nightstand drawer. Her curiosity still lingered. One more time, she peeked through the window, hoping her eyes had just played a trick on her. This time, she saw something different. The man outside wasn’t Marc. His skin tone and height were similar—both tall and tanned—but his face and style were completely different. Cassandra let out a relieved breath. She flopped onto the bed and closed her eyes. The exhaustion from traveling eight hours away from home was finally catching up to her. “Miss Sandra, wake up.” Mam Karra’s voice gently pulled Cassandra out of her light nap. She looked up at the woman who had cared for her like a mother all her lif

“What? So you still haven’t found any trace of her?”“Her phone’s been inactive all day. I’m sorry, Mr. Marc,” said Niken through the phone.Marc gripped the steering wheel tightly. He was frustrated—another dead end.“Keep tracking her. The second her phone is back online, let me know.”“Yes, sir,” Niken replied. “By the way, Mr. Irfan asked about your whereabouts earlier.”Marc went silent. He felt guilty for not telling his brother that he was looking for Cassandra. But he was still too upset—too disappointed after feeling like he’d been lied to for the past twenty years.“I told him you’re on leave for the next few days,” Niken added.Marc let out a breath of relief. He was lucky to have a dependable assistant like Niken.“Nice work. Thanks, Niken.”He ended the call, then leaned back in his seat.“Where else should I look for you, Sandra?” he thought to himself. “Why aren’t you leaving me any clues this time? What really happened to you?”---“Aaaargh!” the scream pierced through

Surya hopped onto his motorbike and turned to look at Cassandra, who still couldn’t figure out what exactly they were going to do in the sugarcane field. “Hop on,” he said. “It’s not that far from here.” She had no other option. The only person who could take her back to Mam Karra’s house was this guy. And walking back? Definitely not ideal—it was way too far. Without needing to be asked twice, Cassandra got on the bike. The two-wheeled vehicle rumbled over the rocky village road. “Hold on tight!” Surya warned. “I am!” Cassandra replied, gripping the back of his shirt. She still felt awkward about touching him more than that. “You’ll fall off if you don’t hold tighter. The road here’s full of potholes,” he warned again. “I am holdin

Marc walked slowly toward his bed. His eyes softened as they landed on the beautiful face lying peacefully on his sheets. That familiar sweet vanilla scent lingered around her, and once again, she was wrapped in one of Marc’s shirts. Her eyes were closed, and scattered books and pens lay near her, signs of her study session before sleep took over. Marc smiled gently. Just seeing her face after all the longing made his chest feel full. He couldn’t resist leaning down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. But even that gentle kiss was enough to stir her from sleep. Cassandra’s long lashes fluttered as her eyes opened, meeting Marc’s gaze. “Sorry... did I wake you?” he whispered softly. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Why’d you take so long, Uncle?” she murmured sleepily, her voice raspy from sleep.