All Chapters of Dear Ex, Your Uncle Claimed Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

Caspian's POVI slowly stood up from where I had been crouching, then turned my back to Mr. Hamilton. A small, smug smile tugged at my lips as I let my eyes wander across the Mona Lisa paintings hanging on his wall.I reached out, letting my fingers lightly brush over each frame. The soft sound of my footsteps echoed through the quiet living room, each step growing heavier, more threatening. The silence between us was thick, almost choking, like the calm before a violent storm.He didn’t say a word, but I could feel his fear from across the room. It hung in the air like a bad smell. Even though he tried to act brave, I saw through him. His hands were trembling, his jaw tight, eyes darting—searching for an escape. He wanted to run, but he couldn't. Not yet.He had no idea what was coming.“You know,” I growled, my voice low and shaking with rage, “you should’ve known better than to lay your filthy hands on my wife, old man.”The words burned as they left my mouth. My fists were clenche

Caspian's POV.Nathan pulled up in front of the mansion, killing the engine with a strong grip. The car went quiet, but my heart didn’t. It thumped hard in my chest, loud and uneven.My fingers gripped my pants until they turned white. I sat there for a few seconds, staring at the giant house in front of me—my house. But tonight, it felt cold. Dark. Like it didn’t want me back.I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in the seat, resting my head.I didn’t kill him, I told myself for the tenth time that night. I just warned him. That’s all.But no matter how many times I said it, it didn’t make the guilt go away.After a moment, I pushed the door open and stepped out. My shoes crunched against the gravel, the night air brushing against my skin. It was cold, or maybe that was just me.My feet felt heavy as I walked up the steps. I tried to move quietly, like a thief sneaking into his own home.The door creaked as I opened it. The lights were dim inside, and I hoped—prayed—that she was alr

Elena's POV.I had urged Caspian to go to his office while I spoke to my father on phone earlier on. He was still authoritative but at least, he learnt a few lessons. I smiled as I walked over to Caspian's office once I was done with him.I stood outside Caspian’s office door for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I didn’t knock—I just walked in. The door closed softly behind me with a quiet click.Caspian was standing near his desk, flipping through some papers. The moment he saw me, he paused. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, neither of us said anything.I crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly. “Start speaking,” I said, my voice low but firm.He blinked at me, confused. Then he let out a small laugh, like he was trying to play dumb. “What do you mean?” he asked, biting his bottom lip, the way he always did when he was nervous.I didn’t smile. I took a step closer to him, then another. My boots clicked softly ag

Caspian's POV. Lying in Elena’s arms, I could feel my blood soaking into her shirt. Warm and sticky. I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t even take a proper breath. My chest burned with every shallow gasp. The knife was still stuck in my side, deep and cruel. It felt like fire tearing through me, spreading wider with every heartbeat.“Elena…” I managed to whisper, but it came out more like a soft cough.She was crying—hard. Her hands were pressed tight against the wound, trying to stop the blood, but it wouldn’t stop. It just kept coming. Her fingers were shaking, her face wet with tears. She looked down at me, her eyes wide and scared.“Shhh… You’re going to be okay, Caspian. You’ll be fine. Nathan is coming, alright?” she said, her voice trembling.I looked at her, and even through the pain, I smiled a little. She was trying so hard to be strong. Her voice shook, her lips quivered, but she still tried to sound calm—for me. That was the kind of woman she was.“You’re the one that nee