Semua Bab One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle: Bab 61 - Bab 70

"Wait, not here." I halted him as our kiss grew more intense. "But I want you, my Angelo," he insisted passionately. "I know, but we can't do this here." I intervened again, adding, "There are investors arriving soon, and what you desire simply cannot happen right now." I hoped this explanation would deter him from pursuing his intentions further. "Hmmm, remember what I said before? I can invest in your company, eliminating the need for other investors. I can provide whatever you need, regardless of the amount." "I understand, but it's more than just securing an investor. I really need to broaden my connections within the world of influential business people." "Isn't my name enough? You know how well I'm connected in the business world." "Clark…" "Hmmm, fine! But you have to kiss me first," he said, pointing at his lips playfully. I simply shook my head, lifting myself slightly from my seat to press my lips against his. "Now go! Just

“Carlotta.” I barely heard Jestony call my name. A call from the maid I hired to keep an eye on him just came in. She informed me that Jestony suddenly became weak. It has been three weeks since my daughter and I left him. I intended to leave him for good, but I can’t walk away entirely. My daughter and I have a rightful claim to his wealth should anything happen to him. And that’s exactly what I plan to secure for us. All his assets will eventually belong to my daughter and me. I doubt Angelo will interfere; he seems preoccupied with his own businesses now. “How are you, Jestony?” I asked, my expression lacking of emotion as I gazed at him lying in the center of the bed. “It’s been three weeks since I left. But why has your health suddenly collapsed?” "Where have you been? I've been searching for you," he said, deflecting my question. Even though he appeared physically weak, there was a spark of anger in his voice. "I just needed to cool down. Y

As I leaned against the wall near the doctor's office door, I could hear the conversation unfolding inside where Carlotta had just entered. "Tsk!" I sighed, a mix of disbelief and frustration washing over me. How could Carlotta be involved in poisoning Jestony, and to think she was conspiring with his doctor to keep it hidden? A few minutes later, Carlotta emerged, momentarily taken aback to see me waiting outside. She hesitated, clearly torn before stepping out. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away, unable to hold my gaze for long. “C-Clark! What are you doing here?” she stammered, her words shaky. “I never thought you were capable of this, Carlotta,” I replied, unable to hide my dismay. Her expression grew serious as she met my gaze again. “You have no idea what torture he inflicted on me this past month. You can't judge me for wanting to escape,” she said in a hushed tone. “Clark, I can’t stay with him any longer. He’s treating me i

I was taken aback when my dad unexpectedly slapped me. Although it was not a strong blow, I felt stunned. With my forehead wrinkled in confusion, I turned my head just enough to look at him. “I don’t understand what I did wrong,” I managed to say, my voice tight with frustration. “Why did you hit me, Dad? What was that slap for?” I wanted to shout the question, but I held back, fearing it might escalate the situation. “You don’t know why?” he repeated my question, his irritation palpable. “I didn’t raise you to be in a relationship with a man. You’re my only child, and it’s disappointing to discover that you’ve been involved with that Clark.” His voice, though not loud, was filled with barely contained anger as he spoke. "Huh! Haha!" I forced a laugh upon hearing his words. "I thought your issue was just a heart problem, but why can't you remember the last time we talked about Clark?" I stated firmly to my dad. His words left me feeling frustrated. "Talk ab

"Clark, what did I hear about you?" Dad asked me as soon as I returned home from the mansion, a sudden decision that surprised me. It’s unusual for him to call me home, he normally waits for me to return on my own. Earlier, I had just dropped Angelo off at his company after we had lunch, and while I was waiting for my car to arrive, Dad reached out to me. "What’s going on, Dad?" I responded casually, taking a seat across from him in the living room. Not to my surprise, father wasn't alone; Harold, Crystal, and even Faye were there, as if they are just waiting for me. I just stole a quick glance at all of them. "Won't you confess to me directly instead of leaving me to tell you what I know?" "Just get to the point, Dad. What have you heard about me? Or do you want to hear how Harold tried to kill me?" Papa showed no surprise at my words; his glare shifted sharply to Harold. "And you, how could you do that to your younger brother?" Papa questi