All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The glass doors slid open and Cassie and Cora walked in, both dressed head-to-toe in matching pink athleisure. The studio looked like something out of a magazine—sleek mirrors, rows of reformer machines, and the faint smell of eucalyptus in the air.Near the front, a group of women gathered around a table where staff handed out gift bags filled with luxury samples. Cameras flashed here and there, catching smiles and champagne glasses mid-lift.Cora’s phone buzzed. A quick text from her influencer friend: a heart emoji. She was already across the room, waving them over.Cassie’s eyes narrowed. Misty’s friends were there too—Emily and the rest—stretching, laughing, and showing off in their coordinated outfits. It looked staged, like they were filming a commercial.Cassie tensed, but Cora leaned closer and whispered, “Smile. They’re watching.”So they did, walking deeper into the room, looking unbothered.“You didn’t tell me those witches were going to be here,” Cassie muttered under he

The alarm was still screaming in the background, a metallic voice counting down, “eight… seven…”The sound rattled Warren’s teeth. The air in the was thick. His palms were slick with sweat, but Arden’s breathing had gone steady—like he was back in training, waiting for the signal.Three masked men stood by the door. Two had rifles. One was bent over the keypad, punching codes that wouldn’t take.“Hands up!” one barked, the rifle’s barrel leveled at Arden’s chest.Arden lifted his hands slow. His eyes tracked the man’s stance—the weight in his knees, the loose grip on the trigger. “Relax,” Arden said quietly. His voice was steady, flat.The instant the gunman’s eyes flicked to Warren, Arden moved.The first gunman swung the rifle toward Arden’s chest.Arden’s body moved before his mind caught up. He snapped his forearm up, smacking the barrel skyward.Bang!The rifle cracked like thunder, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls until it rattled their bones. A spray of sparks burst fr

Cassie’s hands were still shaking when she finally spoke. “So it goes without saying… the trip is cancelled.” Her voice was small. “I’m not dragging all of you into this when they’re—”“No.”Arden’s voice cut across hers. He leaned forward, eyes locking on hers. “We’re not doing that. We’re not letting them dictate our schedule. We’re not hiding.”Cassie blinked at him. “Arden—”“They want to scare us? Fine. But we’re not giving them control. We’re still going.” His tone left no room for argument.Warren leaned back. A crooked grin tugged at his mouth. “I’m with him. We need this break. Badly.”Cora raised her hand. “Seconded. Montreal’s waiting.”Cassie looked around at them all, stunned. “You can’t be serious. After everything—”Arden reached for her hand, his grip grounding her. “I am serious. You’ve been running from them long enough. We all have. This weekend isn’t theirs, it’s ours. And I’ll be damned if they take it away.”The room was quiet for a beat. Then Warren clapped his

The next morning, two black SUVs idled outside the hotel. Arden’s driver stood by the door, gloves on, waiting. Their bags were already loaded by staff who moved with quiet precision.Cassie climbed into the backseat beside Arden. Warren and Cora followed into the second car behind them. The city slipped past the tinted windows—morning commuters with coffee, cyclists weaving between cars, shopkeepers lifting metal shutters.No one said much. Arden sat with one arm braced against the door, eyes straight ahead. Cassie reached over, resting her hand on his knee. He didn’t move, but after a moment, his fingers covered hers.The convoy pulled straight onto the private side of the airport. Arden’s jet waited on the tarmac, its white body gleaming under the early light. Staff were already in place—one man taking luggage, another confirming details with the pilots.Warren dropped into a seat, whistling. “The only treatment I can get by.”Cora laughed, curling up beside him. “You're too spoile

Trent’s voice cracked the walls.“Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” He paced the living room, hair in his fists, eyes wild. “What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is this shit?!”Misty’s door opened down the hall. She came out clutching her phone, her hand trembling so hard she could barely keep hold of it. Her face was pale, her lip trembling.“Trent…” Her voice was thin. “This cannot be happening.”He whipped toward her. “Don’t—don’t tell me you knew!”“I didn’t!” she cried, her voice breaking. “I just saw it now. I just read it.” She held up her phone like proof, but her hand was shaking too bad to focus.Trent staggered back, pointing at her, pointing at the ceiling, pointing at nothing. His words tangled up in his throat until he finally spat them out.“So what the fuck does that make us, huh?!” His chest rose and fell like he couldn’t breathe. “By default—what—step siblings or something?!”Misty flinched like the words hit her. She shook her head, backing against the wall. “Don’