Dating My Ex’s Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Valerie.I slowly blinked my eyes open, the harsh glare of the hospital lights assaulting my senses. Panic surged through me as I realized I couldn't move or speak, my body seemingly paralyzed from the neck down. Even my eyes stopped opening after a few seconds.But before I could fully comprehend what was happening to me, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, accompanied by the familiar voice of my husband, Daniel.“Don't you congratulate me! The girl is alive!” My husband hissed, but somehow I was able to hear it. “Valerie is awake despite the explosion? How on earth is that possible?” The voice almost yelled in shock."I don't know. But she's still unconscious," he muttered, his tone filled with annoyance. “I also want to know how it is possible that she didn't die like she was supposed to."My heart skipped a beat as his words sank in. What did he mean, "supposed to die"? Was he responsible for the explosion that had torn through the office building? His office building? I

Valerie.“Say something, please,” I begged as he was still silent.“Daniel transferred everything you inherited to his name. He's the current owner of everything your parents worked for.”My heart sank like a stone as my brain processed everything Ares just said. Daniel transferred the shares that I haven't even been able to access to himself. It felt like a betrayal, a knife twisting in my gut.“You're joking, right?” I forced myself to ask but Ares didn't respond or give any facial movement. I felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath me, leaving me suspended in a void of disbelief and despair. How could Daniel, the man I had loved and trusted with all my heart, betray me in such a cruel and calculating manner? He knew they were the only things I had to remind me of my late parents and he took them?Tears welled up in my eyes once more as I struggled to process the magnitude of his betrayal. I felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut, left to flounder in a worl

I shook the thoughts of Ares wanting me away. I was overthinking the situation. Once I calmed my racing brain, I wore the robe and called the maid to take me to the dresses and I was wowed. It was a closet, almost similar to the mother in-law's. i was lost in the beauty of the dresses that I asked if Ares had a party planned. I ended up picking something casual when I heard it was just lunch then I got ready, all while caressing the marks from the building accident wondering if truly I want those marks to fade away or not.As I descended the stairs, I noticed Ares waiting for me, his eyes locking onto mine for a brief moment before I looked away, feeling a flutter in my chest. I approached the dining table, where he sat, his smile warm and inviting."There was no need to wait for me," I said, taking my seat.Ares chuckled. "It's no trouble at all. I'm not famished, so let's enjoy our meal together." He gestured to the plates, and our cutlery clinked against the fine china as we began

"Enough, All of you," Alpha Allen thundered. "What in the name of the goddess is happening here? Who or what causing the commotion in my house?!" Alpha Allen addressed us, his voice tinged with annoyance. He walked towards the table, my eyes met his for a quick second but I guess I was hard to notice me with all the makeup on my face."I'm sorry father, it's just this..." Lucas began his taunt but he was cut short too soon."Arghhhh... cut it out Lucas and have your damn seat." Alpha Allen cautioned him.Lucas, embarrassed, looked at our direction, a fleeting anger shown on his face."I've called you all here to have a nice meal as a family. The world knows the conflict hovering in this family and I tell you all, I'm not ready to have my legacy go down the drain because of you dumbos""I wonder what we'd call the father of dumbos!" Ares muttered and I found myself playfully hitting his leg. "What was that Ares? Got something to say to us?" Alpha Allen asked, looking at our direction

Ares' POV Every part of me wanted to be with Valerie but instead I found myself reluctantly trailing behind the escort, hijacked by a meeting I'd rather not attend. The grand corridor seemed to stretch on forever, finally leading us to a secluded room heavy with the pungent smell of cigar smoke. "Mr. Dante," I greeted the elderly man seated in a lavish gold and grey fur-adorned chair, his expression as stern as the atmosphere. My attempt at a warm smile fell flat, and I sensed a tension that went beyond mere business. "I intend to withdraw from our partnership, Mr. Ares," he announced, his voice firm but laced with a hint of hesitation. I feigned neutrality, though my instincts screamed that my father's influence was at play. "May I inquire as to why, Mr. Dante?" I asked, my hands spread in a gesture of curiosity. The old man puffed on his cigar, his eyes narrowing as he exhaled. "It's my prerogative, Mr. Ares. I have every right to pull out. Don't I?" "It's a