All Chapters of Dating My Boyfriend's Uncle : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 82 – Blood Ties and Betrayals Liam stepped out of the black SUV, his shoes crunching softly against the gravel of the long driveway. His eyes traced the familiar contours of the mansion,the stone columns, the glass windows, the vine-covered balcony. It hadn't changed. The place where he had once laughed with his parents, played in the garden, celebrated birthdays… it now stood cold and haunted by secrets.He drew a deep breath, his jaw tightening. He walked up the steps and pushed open the front door.Inside, the air was too still. Waiting.Adams stood by the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest. Their mother, Marina, sat composed but tense on the leather settee, a glass of wine untouched in her hand. Adams' wife, Sandra, hovered nearby, arms folded tightly.It was as if they had been expecting him.Liam’s voice cut through the silence. “I just want to see my father. Then I’ll head to my room. I believe I still have one in this house.”Adams stepped forward, blocking hi

Chapter 84 – A Step Too FarAria was restless.She sat on the edge of the hotel bed, leg bouncing, phone clenched in her hand like it could somehow give her answers. The sun was already high up in the sky, bright rays filtering through the white curtains of the hotel room, but none of that registered. She had called Liam multiple times the night before, and again this morning—no response. Her texts had been read, but there were no replies.Her fingers hovered over the screen again, thumb moving toward the call button, but she yanked it away before she gave in. “Damn it,” she muttered, standing abruptly.She dialed Valerie instead.“Hey, girl,” Valerie’s voice came through sleepily.“Val, I need help,” Aria said quickly. “Liam left yesterday, and he hasn’t called me. He hasn’t texted. I have no idea where he is. Can you find him?”Valerie sighed. “Aria, I’m not in the U.S., remember? It’s not like I can just go knocking on doors.”“You don’t have to. Can’t you track his phone or someth

CHAPTER 86: THE AFTERMATH.Adams unlocked the front door quietly, easing it shut behind him with careful hands. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as if it feared being discovered too. The house was quiet—eerily so—but the smell of Marina’s perfume lingered faintly in the air, warning him she was close.He exhaled slowly, tiptoeing across the foyer like a thief in his own home.The last thing he wanted was to see his mother.He hadn’t spoken to her since the fallout, since Liam exposed everything. Seeing her now, after everything she did… would only push him further off the edge. He didn’t trust what might come out of his mouth—or what he might do.Instead, he headed straight for his room.As he passed the guest hallway, he caught a glimpse of Sandra in their shared bedroom through the open door. She was standing before the mirror, adjusting the clasp on her dress. A red silk gown hugged her figure perfectly. He paused, frowning.She barely acknowledged his presence.“Where are you

CHAPTER 88: Her insecurities.The hum of morning activity buzzed in the company’s corridors. Chelsea stepped into the building with practiced poise, her heels clicking against the marble tiles as she adjusted her handbag over her shoulder. She had barely walked past the reception when a cluster of workers near the main hallway caught her attention.Among them was Valerie, effortlessly beautiful even in a plain black skirt and blue blouse. She clutched a stack of files against her chest, her lips curled in an amused smile as she conversed with two female staff members. Chelsea slowed her steps slightly when she heard Aria’s name drift through their conversation.“…I swear, she looked so relaxed in that house. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was the lady of the mansion,” one of the ladies whispered.Valerie gave a soft laugh. “She didn’t look like a visitor to me. Standing in front of the gate like that? I could tell she’d been inside for a while. I mean, come on… Mr. Liam is b

Chapter 90 – Crossing Borders and Burning BridgesThe next morning was quiet.Liam stood in front of his suitcase, methodically folding the last of his clothes, the hum of the early morning sun streaming through the curtains. The room, though large and comfortable, had grown suffocating over the past few days. There was too much tension in the air, too many unspoken truths clinging to the walls like dust.He zipped up his bag and turned to find Adams leaning against the doorframe, watching him with tired eyes.“You’re really leaving today,” Adams said, more a statement than a question.Liam nodded. “My flight is in three hours.”Adams stepped in and shut the door behind him, his expression unreadable. “Look, about everything that’s happened... I know it’s been ugly. And there’s probably more we don’t even know yet. But I hope... I mean, I really hope we can move forward. No hard feelings.”Liam studied his face, then slowly extended his hand. “It’s a start.”Adams ignored the hand and