All Chapters of Alpha Daddy Is My Step Uncle: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Say My Name/-Isla-/I willed myself not to move as he lowered his face to mine. I was the one who asked for this so there was no need for me to back down now. Yet I wanted to. Badly. “Are you sure about this?” Carlos asked me again, like he could sense my hesitation. I threw my arms around him, slamming my lips against his tongue reassure him that I was confident. I felt that pain again in my chest and Arla whimpered. Disgust rose in my chest once again and I wanted to pull away from him, detach my lips and scrub off my tongue. That was a little overboard but that was exactly how I felt. Not just with Carlos but with every man who I attempted to have any form of intimacy with. I was ready to end the kiss when he began kissing me back. Irritation crawled through my veins and I wanted to stop him. I really did but the image of Roman's cocky grin came to my mind and I remembered the reason I was doing this in the first place. So I pushed everything aside and kissed Carlos like my

/-Isla-/ We were headed to see his lawyer now so I could sign the contract. After forcing me to pick a dress, it took him another two hours to actually agree on what I wanted to wear. A lot of debate and a hundred insults later, he finally agreed to the white flair dress I picked. The sleeves were so tight that I had to adjust every five minutes. The unsympathetic jerk, of course, insisted that it was either that or nothing at all. I wouldn't have listened to him at all if there were better choices. We finally arrived at the firm and I got out of the car. “You're supposed to wait for me to get the door. How terrible are you at acting?” He complained. “I hope I'm getting ear treatment every month with how much you're nagging,” I retorted and he shot me a thick glare. He stomped past me and I huffed. “I wonder who's the uncouth actor now. You don't know you're supposed to take my hand as we walk in? Like a couple?” He turned around with a blazing look and I smirked inw

/-Isla-/ “With all due respect sir, is this a joke?” I asked. “You barely even know me. I only started working for you yesterday and you want me to be your fiance?” Not to mention the fact that I hate his guts! Who goes around making such offers to complete strangers? It doesn't make any sense. “I don't need to know you and you should have no interest in knowing me either. This is business. You need the money, I need a fiance. It's a win-win. Besides, it's just six months and you'll be walking away with millions. We don't ever have to see other again,” he said. I squinted my eyes at him, barely trying to conceal my suspicion. It just seemed very fishy to me. “Why me?” I asked. “Because you're pretty much the only woman in this entire city who isn't trying to get in my bed,” he answered. A laugh escaped me at the cocky response. He must really think he's all that. I mean sure, he did have a handsome face. Raven black hair with beautiful turquoise eyes and sharp features,

/-Isla-/My heartbeat was a thunderous roar in my chest as the servant approached with trembling hands, carrying a small, worn-out video cassette tape.I wanted to scream. To cry. To run.But I stood there frozen, my feet rooted to the floor, as Allen inserted the tape into the player at the center of the room. A large magical screen glowed to life behind the elders' seats, and the room fell into a breathless silence.Then, the static buzzed. The screen flickered.And my father's face appeared.He looked younger. Sharper. Like a teenager. There was no warmth in his eyes. He sat at a desk with a glass of wine in his hand, his other hand lazily twirling a dagger. I didn't recognize the man I was looking at. This wasn't the father who tucked me into bed. This man was cold. Calculating.He looked straight into the camera and smirked.“So this is it, huh? I get to watch my face all day and that's it? Quite lame for an expensive gift. What do I do with you?” he huffed. I figured this was pr

ISLAThe shop doors swung open with a soft chime, and a group of men in blue suits walked in, moving with a certain level of precision. Their eyes scanned the room quickly before settling on the red-faced manager still trembling on the floor.One of them stepped forward, his tone formal and authoritative.“Are you Anthony, the manager?” he asked, his gaze every inch intimidating.Anthony stuttered, his hands twitching nervously at his sides. “Y-yes… I am,” he managed to croak, his voice barely carrying over the sudden silence that had fallen in the store.The suited men exchanged a brief glance, their expressions unreadable, before focusing back on him, the authority in their presence making the temperature in the room feel colder.One of the suited men stepped closer, his tone businesslike.“We were sent by the shop owners,” he said, eyes locked on Anthony. “We’re here to remove you from the premises.”Anthony opened his mouth, fumbling for words, panic clear in his trembling frame.