Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lustfully Yours, Uncle (ENGLISH): Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

“Isabel, please…”Even though Seth’s face was serious, there was a pleading softness in his voice when he stopped her from undressing.“Take off your clothes…”Her words came out in a whisper, forced by a strained smile.“Those were the exact words you said to me the first night we met. Do you remember?”She continued, letting her clothes fall to the floor. Her eyes shut tightly as the cold air from the AC hit her bare skin, a bitter smile forming when she felt her nipples harden as she unhooked her bra.“And you said… ‘You can’t offer what you can’t give, Isabel…’”She whispered as she slid off her panties, the last piece of clothing she wore.“This is my last night with you. You can have me… This time, I’m not being forced, Seth Santiago. This isn’t like the first time. This…”She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the sobs building in her throat, hoping it would stop her from breaking down.Instead of saying anything more, she stepped toward him. Her hands trembled as she grabbe

Izzy instinctively reached up and touched her forehead, wincing slightly at the dull throb behind it. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her brows furrowing as she realized the room she was in was unfamiliar—and the massive bed beneath her definitely wasn’t hers.What the hell happened?She asked herself as her eyes scanned the room. It was spacious. Luxurious, even. But eerily quiet. She was alone, and the silence only amplified the panic creeping up her chest.Her gaze darted around, trying to piece together what happened last night.“IZZY!!!”Jane’s scream echoed in her mind, colliding with the blaring honks of an oncoming car.Did I… did I get hit?She sat up cautiously, checking her body for injuries. Surprisingly, she didn’t have a single scratch. Nothing hurt—except for her pounding head, which felt like a drill was boring into her skull from the inside.She sat in thought for a few more moments, trying to remember anything useful about where she might be, but came up completely blan

Izzy didn’t even get the chance to acknowledge Carl’s elderly housekeeper as she bent to clean the mess off the floor. She couldn’t tear her attention away—not when all of it was being consumed by the man standing before her.Seth.She tried—God, she tried—not to meet the heavy intensity of his glare, but her body betrayed her. His eyes burned into her with a look so savage, so primal, he seemed like a wild animal barely holding himself back.And when his gaze dropped—trailing down to take in her current state of dress—it only seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes.Sh*t.The whispered curse escaped her lips the moment she finally realized what she was wearing: an oversized white shirt she’d borrowed from Carl the night before—and nothing underneath but red lace underwear.Seth’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.“Did you spend the night here? With Carl?”He was livid. Fuming. And she just stared back at him, saying nothing.She narrowed her eyes slightly, then gave a small nod

Izzy had lost track of how many hours she’d just been staring blankly at Carl’s bedroom floor. She hugged her knees tightly, silently crying. Her eyes burned and her back ached, but she still couldn’t bring herself to move or get up to start the day that had already gotten away from her.Today was supposed to be the day she picked up her newly made passport and took care of all the paperwork she needed before leaving. But here she was, wasting time and energy crying over someone clearly not worth her tears.I killed someone, three years ago...Izzy managed a bitter smile through the flood of tears as she remembered Seth’s words from earlier.It was crazy to think that, despite everything she’d learned about Seth, she was still more affected and worried about his last words.I love you, but right now, us—that’s impossible…She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as those words repeated again and again in her mind, each time stabbing her heart, as if it was being crushed and trapped in her c

Sunday. Izzy was busy getting ready for her meeting with Carl later that day.Her best friend had insisted that instead of going out and hanging around, they should just go to Carl’s parents’ house.Not only her best friend but also his sisters, Andrea and Margaux, had pushed her into this plan. They even said she could bring her own best friend, Pating, since he was someone she should thank and spend time with before she left the next day.Izzy couldn’t say no anymore, especially when Andrea and their mom had already told the house staff to prepare delicious food for them.That night, they were having dinner together. Izzy chose to wear a simple white dress, pairing it with silver low heels.She glanced at her reflection in the small mirror and smiled quietly at her own image.“You’re Isabel Vergara. Even if you grew up poor, the people who love you made sure you’re enough as you are… You shouldn’t waste tears on those who don’t appreciate you.”She whispered the reminder to herself,