All Chapters of Forbidden Desire: My Ex's Uncle Wants Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Janet Winget POVHuh?Did I hear him right?Pregnant?Who’s pregnant?‘You,’ my conscience replied, deadpan.Fuck me sideways—when the hell did I get pregnant?I couldn’t remember a damn thing from last night. Even if we had slept together, how could I already be pregnant? And how would he know before I did?Lucian stood there, calm as ever, like he hadn’t just dropped a live grenade in the middle of the room.“Janet, how could you cheat on me?” Dalton’s voice snapped me out of the spiral.Cheating? Me?He had the audacity to call me a cheater—when he was the one who did everything to destroy us?Lucian cocked a brow, his tone laced with mockery. “You tossed her in prison over a ring—and thought she’d stay loyal?”“That was just to teach her a lesson,” Dalton snapped. “So she wouldn’t do it again.”His words hit harder than any slap.Teach me a lesson?They stole three years of my life.Three years of hell.Abuse. Beatings. Days when I was dragged across concrete floors like I was less

Janet Winget POV“So, when will you set the wedding date?” Harold asked.Marriage? What the hell is he even talking about?We sat around the dining table. Lunch had been served.I didn’t know what they’d talked about in private, but Tia looked calmer now. Kika hadn’t changed—still blank, composed. Harold looked tired, not angry anymore.Dalton didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at anyone. Just kept his eyes on his plate.A sting pierced my chest. Why does it hurt like this?He and Lia didn’t got engaged, but I knew—I never had a chance.I could deny it all I wanted, but the truth sat loud and heavy: he didn’t even ask whether what Lucian said was true. About me being pregnant.This man knew me for years. Yet not a single question—as if he believed it too.“I’ll handle that myself,” Lucian replied casually, seated beside me.His cheek still burned red from the slap I’d thrown earlier. Now, I regretted it.How could I hit someone like that? It didn’t matter what he did or who he was.After

Janet Winget POVI turned my head and saw Lucian standing there—shocked, a little startled.He looked like a rat caught in a trap.It had been a week since I moved into this apartment. Nothing had been lacking. Comfort—that’s what I’d gotten.That day, I was sure I fainted.When I woke up, I was in this apartment. At first, I was scared—but then the maids told me Lucian had brought me here. That calmed me. A little.But this man didn’t show up. Not once. Not for the whole damn week.I waited. I don’t know why, but I did. And he never came.I had so many questions I wanted to ask. But I already knew—he wouldn’t answer any of them.And now, here he was, silently apologizing, thinking I was asleep. I’d been awake the entire time. I heard the door open.I wanted to know what he’d been doing. Where he went. Why he disappeared.This was the first time anyone had ever apologized to me for doing something wrong.Most people in my life did wrong and never said a word.“Why can’t I face you?” h

Janet Winget POV“Why did you do this?”Lucian sat in his chair, calm and composed, as we faced each other in his office.“In the meeting, you said I’d just review what they send and give input.”My mind spun. How could he act like this was nothing?It’s my first day. He told me the job was simple—just follow him. And now this? A task I’ve never done, in a field I have no background in?“I did say that,” he said smoothly. “Because you are going to do it. Darling, why so agitated?”Was he joking?Heat surged up my neck.“Lucian, I’ve never done anything like this—and in case you forgot, I’m your assistant.” My voice sharpened, loud and clear.“How could I forget?” His brow lifted. “And everything has a first time. You just need to try harder.”That was too much.“A few hours ago, you literally said my job was to shadow you. To manage your schedule. Nothing about reviewing product briefs or textile proposals.”It had made sense back then. He’d said it himself—my degree in media had noth

Janet Winget POV“After you.” Lucian opened the passenger door, and I slid in. He circled around and took the driver’s seat.Night had already fallen, and of course, I’d agreed to dinner—he asked.Not like I had much of a choice. He did help me, and I’d managed to review everything on time.But my head still buzzed from that kiss on my forehead… and the way he’d said he got hard because I cursed at him.This man had screws loose. That much was clear. No matter what I did—curse him, slap him, glare—he’d either flirt or get turned on. A normal person wouldn’t react like that.And now, he’d even refused his driver so he could take the wheel himself. Sitting beside him as he drove, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms flexing—I wasn’t going to lie. He was hot. Not just hot—gasoline.“What restaurant are you taking me to?” I glanced at him. His eyes stayed on the road.“The food will be great. You don’t have to worry about where I’m taking you.”Same evasive answer. He never gave a strai