Semua Bab Oh No!! I Accidentally Married My Ex-Husbands Uncle: Bab 121 - Bab 130

/-Melody-/Leave the Mafia huh? She must be so full of herself. To think that Maxmillian is even considering her request.Who the hell is he leaving the seat for? I would rather die than watch Eric or even Dante take over my mother's hardwork. Besides, Maxmillian already has an empire of his own. Did she seriously expect him to jsit abandon it? How selfish could she be?I needed to talk some senses into him. This woman was definitely going to be the cause of his downfall. Clearly, the bear miscarriage wasn't enough warning for her. I walked away from their door and headed to my room. There was only one person i knew was truly worthy of Maxmillian.Kesley. His ex-wife.She should be the one fighting for him now. I didn't want to believe that she just gave up and vanished after a few tries to get back with Max.I took out my phone and dialed her number. She answered almost immediately.“Kesley!” I smiled even though she couldn't see me but I was certain my voice conveyed my excitemen

/-Maxmillian-/I watched him squirm.Eric always thought he was the smartest one in the room. So smug, so composed. Like the world revolved around his lies and his manipulations. But now? Now he looked like the scared little bastard he always was underneath the facade.I stepped out of the car first, the metallic slam of the door behind me sending a tremor down the empty lot. The warehouse loomed ahead, silent and forgotten,.just like the mess he left behind when he tried to erase her from my life.“She screamed, you know,” I said, coldly. “When your men grabbed her. She thought she was going to die. And maybe she would’ve… if I had been just a minute later.”Eric’s face twisted as he was dragged out by the driver, who was more than just a chauffeur. He was one of mine. Loyal. Dangerous. Silent.“I didn’t…” he began, but I shoved him forward.“No. Save it. You had your chance. You could’ve stayed on your side of the line. But you crossed it. Again.”The warehouse door creaked as I pul

/-Piper-/Everything has been awfully chaotic with Eric and Maxmillian going back and forth with each other. I wouldn't say it was a bad thing entirely because it was going to be to our advantage anyways. While he was busy focusing his attention on Maxmillian, taking him on with all his strength, Dante and I were busy planning ways on how to get our revenge on him for sabotaging Dante's businesses.Sure Maxmillian and Dante weren't on good terms and Max would never agree to work with us but the hatred for Eric was mutual.I would never forgive that man for ruining me the way that he did. He deceived me, used my body to his advantage and almost made me leave my husband for fake promises.I had fallen victim for his manipulation once but I told myself never again. I will do my best and everything within my power to make him pay for what he did to me. I handed over a glass of wine to Eric who was focused on his laptop. “Hey you,” I smiled. “Care for a drink?” He nodded curtly and to

/-Melody-/Dang it, I messed up! I wasn't supposed to show my true self to her like that. I was supposed to pretend that I was on her side and gain her trust while finding a more effective way to get rid of that baby. But I let my anger and hatred for her get in the way and I went ahead to knock the plate out of her hands and say all those things to her. “What is wrong with you, Melody?! Why can't you focus and just stick to the damn plan?” I scolded myself.My room door opened immediately and Maxmillan stepped inside. “What plan?” He asked coldly and my throat dried up. He must have heard my little monologue. Fuck!Did he go through the living room? If he is home it is very obvious he would have seen the broken plates on the floor. I know for sure that bitch wouldn't bother to clean up just to stir trouble between me and Maxmillan. The only thing I could do now was lie and deny. Make Gianna seem like the bad guy whether he believes me or not!“Plan?” I echoed, forcing a laugh a

/-Gianna-/The silence that fell between us was thick and brittle. Maxmillan stood frozen, his hand halfway between brushing my cheek and pulling away entirely. His brows were drawn low, lips parted like he wanted to deny it, but couldn’t quite find the words.“She’s my sister,” he finally said, voice low, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.“Is she?” I asked gently, searching his face. “Because I don’t think that’s how she sees you.”Maxmillan backed away slightly, rising to his feet. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sharp breath. “God, I should’ve seen it. The way she clung to me… the way she acted every time I mentioned you. I thought it was just protective, overbearing, annoying, even. But love?”He turned to pace, his long strides carrying him toward the fireplace. His silhouette was cast in flickering amber light, his shoulders tense.“I remember,” he said after a moment, “when we were younger… she used to tell me we didn’t need anyone else. T