All Chapters of My uncle, My mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aria's pov; "Old woman? Who are these kids?" Still unable to take my eyes off the kids smiling broadly in the photo book, I asked. My eyes kept going back to the tiny female that stood in front, unashamedly in tears with a boy who looked no more than ten years old hugging her to himself with a concerned look. I would have sworn the younger boy in the picture was Orion when he was still young but there was a part of me that was left to have this feeling of doubt. "Who do you think you know there?" With the mysterious smile on her face, the old woman answered my question with a question of hers. As if the answer was on the photo book, I stared at it more intensely, with the hope that maybe, just maybe the answer would miraculously appear and the weird feelings in my chest could disappear as soon as possible. A big lie! That was what I knew it was, but it still couldn't be helped that I was just hoping for this. "No one, I guess. Do I know anyone here? It seems like I do

Aria's pov; My eyes kept darting to the little girl in the group photo, standing with a cheeky smile on her face. For some reason, she felt familiar and it was as if I knew who she was. The old woman seemed not to be joking again and even the smile she had on was long gone. In its place was a serious look- one that showed she was ready to say things I wasn't even aware of and knowing this, I was filled with so much anticipation. "Don't fret. Soon enough, you'll understand all I'm talking about. Tell me, from which age do your memories start?" I let her questions sink in, but was just as quick to think of the answer. Come to think of it, I never really remembered childhood memories even if just one. Nothing came to mind and the memories I remember only probably started from when I was still seeing my father still healthy for about a year. Thereafter, the memories seemed to have disappeared into nowhere and then jumping straight to when he became bedridden. The memories I had

Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did,****** "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened

Aria's pov; Ok, this was unexpected. The grabbing of the arm and then getting my hands raised up and then slammed against the wall? Rather than feeling pain, the only sound I recognised coming out of my mouth was a moan. A moan I was shameful about which I didn't even expect. "Good gracious! I've missed you!" Ronald groaned, his warm breath directly on my ear, causing me to shiver. It was the kind of shiver that only happened after getting cold water poured down your body. For a moment, my whole body was frozen in stock since his action had caught me off guard to the point where I couldn't properly digest this sudden act. "M...move," was the first word I managed to say after a long while of trying to regain my voice and sanity, telling myself not to be affected by his words and actions. After all, this was the best thing I could do for myself and my late child. "Our? How dare you say our? Our baby? Where were you when I needed your help? Where were you when I wa

Aria's pov; From the tangling of tongues, to the entanglement of hands as I slowly began to lose myself in the pleasure of having Ronald's hands on me. Though, there was a voice at the back of my mind, reminding and telling me of why I shouldn't let things go any further than they already were. No matter how hard I was called back to reality- to wake myself from the situation I was slowly beginning to drown in, it could be said that I was far too gone as his tongue caressed mine, the familiar taste of his lips like an aphrosidiac. "Hmm," I no longer realized the sounds that came out of me anymore and neither was I given the chance to feel even a bit of shame as my hands were soon grabbed, before they were raised above my head. All the while, I was unable to complain as his mouth kept mine busy, stopping me from speaking out like I wanted to. Like a sneaky rat, his tongue curled its way ito my mouth, as iif looking for where to hide . "Ohhh...hmmm," I moaned shamelessl