All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

69. MONIQUE'S POV I stretch on my bed for a few minutes before jumping off to the bathroom. It's been two days since I got the mysterious text, two days since I won Mia into my good boo, two days since I gave my boss whom happens to be my bestfriend's ex a blowjob in his office.The two days in between has been nothing short of excitement with the videos and pictures coming in with no follow text. I've tried to reply or figure out who's email it is but it's not working and the sad part is he's sharing my nudes to my email so I can't even show my email to someone even if they have solutions. I haven't told Desmond anything besides the mysterious sense haven't requested for anything or made threats yet. So, he doesn't need to know how worried I am, or that I've starting discussing our situation ship with a friend online and I'm this close to sharing everything with him. Afterall, the only thing he cares about is his mother's spring festival, that's the reason he informed me he'll be h

71. MONIQUE’S POVDinner is set in a hall that looks like it belongs in a magazine spread. Long table, white candles flickering, silverware so polished I can see my reflection in the spoons.I grip my napkin too tightly, trying not to fidget. The only thing keeping me sane is the warm pressure of Desmond’s hand at the small of my back as he guides me to my seat.His mom sits at the head, beaming like this is Christmas morning. His father takes the other end, stone-faced. And between them, his three older brothers—each one broader, taller, and somehow even more judgmental than the last.“Monique,” his mom says, her smile brighter than the chandelier. “Tell us about yourself.”My throat dries. Before I can answer, one of his brothers—Malcolm, I think—leans forward with a smirk. “Yes, do tell. We’re dying to know what finally made Desmond bring someone home. He usually keeps his… flings… private.”Heat rushes up my neck. I glance at Desmond, but his jaw is already tight, his eyes dark.“

Chapter 73 –Dinner that night was torture dressed in expensive china.Desmond’s mother sat proudly at the head of the table, introducing me as though I were already her future daughter-in-law. His father, a stern man with icy eyes, barely acknowledged me. His three older brothers, each taller and broader than Desmond, looked at me like I was either a joke or a threat.“So,” the eldest said, swirling his wine. “You’re the reason our baby brother finally decided to grow a spine?”“Elliot,” their mother warned.But Desmond didn’t flinch. He just cut into his steak with cold precision.I smiled, folding my napkin neatly. “If by spine you mean success, then yes. I suppose I helped.”The second brother snorted. “Success? He’s always been desperate to prove he’s not the mistake child.”The table went silent. Desmond’s hand tightened around his fork.I felt something in me snap. “Mistake? He runs a company worth more than all of you combined. If that’s a mistake, then the rest of us are hope

Chapter 75 – Cracks in the ArmorThe next morning, I woke up to the sound of laughter echoing through the hallways. At first, I thought I’d dreamed it—Desmond Smith didn’t laugh. At least, not the genuine, belly-deep kind. But when I slipped out of the guest room and padded barefoot down the hall, there he was in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, actually chuckling at something his youngest cousin said.And he looked… different. Softer.His cousin ran off, leaving him alone at the counter. That’s when he noticed me. His face immediately shifted back into the familiar mask of indifference, like he’d pulled the shutters over his windows.“Morning,” he said, voice cool.I leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. “You do realize I just caught you laughing, right? Actual, human laughter.”He narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t start.”I smirked. “Oh, I’m starting. Because clearly you’re capable of not being an arrogant robot. Who knew?”The corner of his mouth twitched, and though he tried to

Chapter 77 – Cracks in the ArmorBy the time we left his family’s estate, I thought maybe things were shifting. Desmond was softer, at least with me. He didn’t say it, but I could feel it in the way he lingered when he touched me, in the way his eyes followed me when he thought I wasn’t looking.It scared me. Because this wasn’t supposed to be real.The drive back to Chicago was quiet at first, the city lights hours away. I sat against the window, replaying everything in my head—the bonfire, the kiss in the garden, the way his mom smiled at us like she’d already planned the wedding.Desmond broke the silence. “You didn’t have to do what you did back there.”I glanced at him. “You mean standing up to your dad?”He kept his eyes on the road. “That. Marcus. All of it. You keep throwing yourself in the line of fire, and one day, you’re going to get burned.”My lips curved faintly. “Maybe. But you’re worth the risk.”His hands tightened on the wheel. “You don’t even know what you’re saying