Semua Bab One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I accompanied my fiance to try on her gown, with our wedding set for tomorrow. “Is it beautiful?” she asked as she turned, the fabric swirling around her. “Yes,” was my short reply, though it felt like a lie. She was certainly beautiful, yet my heart remained untouched. I had only come along because my mother insisted; without her push, I would have willingly stayed away. I released a deep sigh and shifted my gaze to my phone, distractedly chatting with a friend. He had invited me to his club, suggesting we celebrate my last night of being single. I found myself agreeing, craving a brief escape from the suffocating expectations of my parents. Just for one night, I could indulge without remorse. “I’ll just get dressed,” Faye said, bringing my focus back to her. I nodded, noting the way her expression soured at my apparent indifference. From the beginning, I had made it clear to Faye that our marriage was merely a familial obligation. Initially, she seemed to accept t

I shook my head while watching his receding figure, my hand instinctively brushing against the spot where his fist had struck my cheek. I let out a loud laugh, intending for him to hear me. "Angelo Hernandez, you can't escape the fire you started," I whispered after hearing the door of his penthouse slam shut. Resolute, I decided to leave; despite the unpleasantness of our second encounter, I was determined he wouldn't evade me the next time our paths crossed. I made my way to the hospital where my sister-in-law was confined. Upon entering her ward, her surprise was obvious as she saw me. I couldn't help but smirk at the visible worry on her face during my visit. It was clear that she was afraid of me, a sentiment I couldn't deny, given my reputation for causing trouble. Mr. Hernandez's suspicions were indeed correct; I had no desire for our families to join forces. To ensure that the wedding would not take place, I instilled fear in my sist

Faye and I had to reschedule our wedding once again, which meant that our entire family was busy with preparations. As Faye and I tackled the planning, it was unavoidable for Clark and me to cross paths. He always seemed to be right behind me, ready to tease. No matter how hard I tried to avoid him, he would find a way to approach me deliberately. On our wedding day, I was preoccupied with putting on my suit. As I was getting dressed, I didn't notice the door to my dressing room opening. Just as I was about to change out of my t-shirt into my polo shirt, I was startled when someone suddenly hugged me from behind. I felt his palm pressing against my stomach, and he began to caress my abs. “Let go of me,” I said angrily, trying to pull away and squirm out of his grasp. Even though I didn’t have to look to know who it was, I was well aware that only one person would dare to act so boldly – Clark, Faye’s uncle. “What are you doing, Mr. Alc

I hadn’t had the chance to properly explain my abrupt departure to Faye. As I was leaving our room, I came across her grandfather and parents outside. Their expressions mirrored my own shock at my hurried exit. “I apologize for any disappointment, but I need to step out for a moment. My mother is currently in the hospital, and I must check on her well-being,” I said, my tone rushed. Without waiting for a reply, I hurried past them and quickly descended the stairs from the third floor to the first. Each hurried step brought me closer to the main entrance, where I found Clark just as I was about to leave. Our eyes briefly met, but I quickly looked away and kept moving. “Where are you going?” I heard him ask, but I didn’t have time to respond; I pressed on until I reached my car. Just as I was about to open the door, a hand grasped my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. “You seem quite tense; you might accidentally cause an accident if you leav

I fixed my gaze on Angelo as I saw him step out of the hospital exit. I followed his movements until he paused at the taxi stand, holding his cellphone and chatting with someone. While he waited for his ride, I decided to drive over, executing a U-turn that brought me right in front of him. "Get in!" I called out, rolling down the window. Even without opening it, he would recognize his own car instantly. As I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice the frown etched on his face, clearly surprised to find me still there, deliberately waiting for him. He seemed reluctant to enter, glancing at the rear of the car as horns blared from other vehicles, urging us to move forward. "You probably don’t want to annoy them more than necessary. I won’t move until you get in," I warned him, my tone firm. Despite my position in the driver’s seat, I caught his exasperated sigh before he finally decided to comply. As he settled into the car, he fastened his seatbelt, and I started th