All Chapters of One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle: Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

My eyes burned with anger as I faced them, as if the demon inside me fully unleashed. In that moment, I realized that nothing could suppress my urge to release my fury, regardless of who tried to intervene. With fierce resolve, I raised the cane and struck down at Harold with all my strength, unbothered by the potential consequences of injuring him severely. I poured every bit of my energy into that blow. “Ahhh!” he screamed, writhing in torment as he gripped his wounded leg. Despite his pain, Harold managed to glare at me, his pain visible. “Damn you!” he shouted. At that moment, Rona, having regained her composure after my earlier attack, shouted, “You have no respect for your elders.” Her words only stoked the fire of my rage, and I quickly shifted my fury towards her. I struck her with similar force as I had with Harold, causing her to groan and squirm in pain on the floor beside him. I tilted my head, taking in the sight of both of them spra

"This is ridiculous, Harold," Crystal exclaimed, her voice rising with anger. "Just because Dad favors Clark doesn't mean we can't seek revenge for what he did to you and Mom." I stood frozen outside Clark's older brother's ward, caught off guard by her words as I had intended to check on them after the events of yesterday. It was never my plan to become involve in their conflict. I had only meant to stop by his ward after leaving Dad's, hoping for a peaceful conversation about their well-being. Little did I know, I had walked into a heated discussion that revealed their true feelings. Their emotions were clear, and a heavy weight settled in me. If my intention was to intervene and foster understanding, I had certainly miscalculated. Why had I even immersed the thought of mending their misunderstanding with him, when it was clear they were the very reason for his torment? I didn't leave after hearing that. Instead, I opened the door to Harold's ward and s

"Angelo!" he gasped, the sound trembling in the air as my tongue explored his nipple, teasingly circling it before delivering a gentle bite. "Hmmmm." The only acknowledgment of his call was the way I continued to savor the moment, my mouth wrapped around him while my palm roamed, brushing against his skin. But his skin wasn’t soft; it was alive with muscle, bursting with strength, and my fingers wandered over his magnificent abs, feeling the tautness beneath my touch. I could sense his stomach quiver under my palm, a testament to the pleasure coursing through him as I continued my exploration. "Fuck! Angelo, ugh!" he gasped, a raw expression of pleasure escaping his lips as my palm slid down to his belly, slipping inside his pants. He stiffened at my touch, his body responding almost instinctively, a testament to the effect I was having on him. It was undeniable; he was hard, lost in the moment and carried away by my exploration of his skin. As