All Chapters of One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It felt as though he hadn’t really heard the words I just spoke. His grip on my waist tightened, sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, instinctively turning my head to the side, desperate to escape the sensation of his lips dangerously close to my ears as he teasingly nibbled my earlobe. “Isn’t this exciting? What do you think? I’m hugging you while your wife is sleeping,” he murmured in a husky voice, his breath sending chills through me as he licked my ear again. My heartbeat quickened, and I could feel the hairs on my body stand on end, electrified by his touch. Just as I prepared to deliver a sharp retort, he suddenly pushed me, pinning me against the wall by the balcony door. "Let me go," I said angrily, my voice faltering as I struggled against him. But he didn’t budge; his body was pressed against mine, and my back was firmly against the wall. A mix of frustration and desire coursed through my mind. I clenched my fist, tempte

I couldn't help but smile when I caught him glancing my way at the moment my niece was about to kiss him. He swiftly dodged the kiss, a clear indication that he recalled my warning from the night before: if he kissed my niece, I would return the favor. After he had seen Faye off to school, he moved closer to his car. Just as he was about to get in, I made my decision to approach him. As anticipated, he met me with a serious expression, while I responded with a teasing gaze. "Did I do something you didn’t like?" I asked him as I noticed the way he looked at me. He didn't response; instead, he climbed into his car. I stepped aside, allowing him to pass without a word. My gaze lingered on his vehicle as it drove away, and once it disappeared from sight, I resolved to leave as well. I got into my own car and headed to the hospital. Angelo’s father was preoccupied, dealing with a setback caused by investors withdrawing from one of his businesse

"You can't punch me like you did last time, Angelo," he said, gripping my fist with a surprising strengt. In one smooth motion, he skilfully moved my arm behind and gave me a gentle push, causing me to stagger a few steps away. "Don't waste your energy on things like this, Angelo. Why don't we find something better to do with that energy?" His voice took on a meaningful tone, suggesting that there was more to this encounter than mere confrontation. "Damn you!" I shot back, my anger bubbling over. "Oh! Thank you," he replied with a hint of sarcasm, as if my curse was just a playful gesture. "I don't have time for you right now, Angelo. Save your anger for another day," he continued, stepping closer to me, invading my space with an unbothered confidence. Before I could find the right words, he reached out, patted my cheek lightly, and then turned his back on me. He walked to his car parked nearby, sliding into the driver’s seat with a casual ease th

One, two, three... I count softly to myself, the faint sound drowned out by the music reverberating through the club where I first encountered Angelo. “Hey, Mr. Alcaide, are you still with us?” I hear someone say. I tilt my head and swirl the wine in my glass, my mind elsewhere. “Mmm,” I respond, not really in the mood for conversation. I’m here waiting for someone. Just a moment later, the man I’ve been waiting for arrives, walking through the club’s entrance. As I steal a glance at him, I notice one of his friends approach to greet him. After a brief moment, he begins to search the crowd, and then his gaze lands on me, where I am seated. I observed him from the corner of my eye as he walked closer, an inexplicable urge pulling me to pay closer attention. As he approached, I found myself turning fully to face him, my gaze steady and serious. Our eyes locked for a moment, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face before he con

Harold stormed into my office, his face flushed with anger. “Don’t test my patience, Clark. So stop this,” he snapped, his tone sharp and accusatory. I met his fury with a cold, unyielding gaze. How long could he maintain this rage? Had he forgotten my earlier warning not to pursue the marriage between our two families? Their defiance in the face of my threats left me feeling incredulous. What was the purpose of his anger now? “Why? Can you actually do something?” I replied, my voice equally icy. “Because if you can’t, you’re free to leave.” “What are you up to, and why are you making such a fuss? What does this have to do with your niece marrying Angelo?” he demanded, confusion mingling with his hostility. “Oh! Isn’t it clear to you yet? Weren’t you the one who told Mr. Hernandez to pursue my girlfriend, insisting there was nothing I could do about it? So why the change now?” I countered, frustration boiling within me. “You…” he began, taken ab