All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Anna's POV At the mention of Lucy's name, I took the tablet from Rachel's hands and carefully scrolled through the photos again. The angles were deliberately misleading—in one, Samuel appeared to be whispering intimately in my ear; in another, a dismissive glance I'd thrown his way had been captured in a way that made it look like a coy smile. "It must be her," I agreed, a cold laugh escaping my lips. "Look at these camera angles—in this one, Samuel's face is practically pressed against mine. And this one? I never smiled at him like that. That was clearly a dismissive smirk." I scrolled through the comments, each one more vicious than the last. They speculated wildly about my "relationship" with Samuel, suggesting I was desperate to align myself with Heritage Group. Some even implied I'd orchestrated my divorce from Jack to pursue wealthier, more powerful men. The comments made my blood boil, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I exited that trending topic and clicked on

I had specifically come to have lunch with William today, and after chatting with Catherine for a while, I got up to find William. Ever since sending Marcus back to Europe, I had been afraid to face William. After all, Marcus left because of my rejection. The rain outside had stopped, and William wasn't in the living room but in the garden outside. "Annie!" His face lit up with genuine warmth as he waved me over. "Perfect timing. Come, come. I have something fascinating to show you." Relief washed over me at his welcoming tone. I noticed an elegant birdcage on the stone table. Inside perched a sleek gray bird with a vibrant red tail, watching me with an intelligence that was almost unsettling. "William, what kind of bird is this?" I asked, leaning closer to examine the creature. Its dark eyes followed my movement with eerie focus. "It looks remarkably... aware." William's laughter filled the room, a deep, genuine sound that had always made me feel at home. "This is an African Gr

Anna's POV Flowers. Goddamn too many flowers. My office had transformed into some botanical nightmare overnight. Roses, lilies, orchids expensive arrangements with cards attached from men whose names I barely recognized from Skyview City's social circuit. The scent was overwhelming, cloying sweetness that made my stomach turn. "Ms. Shaw, another delivery just arrived," Rachel announced, her usual composure visibly tinged with disgust. "This makes seventeen today." I exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of my nose as I stared at the latest monstrosity—an ostentatious arrangement of white roses and gold-painted leaves. The accompanying card offered to gift me a sports car, asking only for one night with me in return. I felt nauseated. The online rumors about Samuel and me had unleashed a feeding frenzy. Apparently, Skyview City's bachelors saw me as some prize to be claimed—a business asset with a conveniently attractive package. "Get rid of them," I said, my voice sharp as

Marcus's POV The jet lag hit me harder than expected. Fourteen hours of flying across the Atlantic, and all I could think about was her. I'd barely allowed myself enough time to drop my luggage at the private suite I kept in Skyview City before jumping into the shower. Water cascaded down my back, washing away the travel fatigue but doing nothing for the tension that had been building in me for days. The thought of seeing Anna again made my heart race in a way that felt foreign. Steam filled the bathroom as I stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist. Droplets of water still clung to my skin as I reached for my phone, typing out a message with uncharacteristic hesitation. [Come over.] Simple, direct-my usual style. I set the phone down and dressed quickly, choosing comfort over formality. No need for the suits I typically wore as armor. Not tonight. The phone vibrated against the glass tabletop. I picked it up, expecting to see her agreement, perhaps with some sarcasti

Anna's POV "My *mother*?" I nearly jumped from my chair, shock coursing through me. "That's impossible. I've never heard about this-not from my mother, not from anyone." My mind raced. "This can't be true. My mother and Mary Simpson have always despised each other. If George had pursued my mother, Mary would have made our lives even more miserable." Samuel's smile held a hint of satisfaction at my reaction. "Don't believe me? That's fine. I find it rather strange myself. Very few people know about it. Apparently, George's family had business connections with your maternal grandfather's family. Your grandfather's family was quite prestigious in Skyview City, while George came from a small town in the outskirts. In today's terms, he was social climbing. Look at how he eventually married into the Murphy family-clearly seeking powerful connections. Your grandfather likely saw through his intentions and refused, which is why your mother probably never heard about it." I fell silent, pr