Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Samuel's POV "You're still here?" I asked irritably, bracing one hand against the wall, effectively caging her between my body and the wallpaper. I knew I reeked of alcohol and sweat, but the uncontrollable fire coursing through my body was far worse. Seeing Anna pressed against the wall trying to escape gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. "When I leave is none of your business, Mr. Griffin," she responded, feigning composure though her pulse visibly raced at her throat. "You really are... asking for trouble," I managed through gritted teeth, fighting against the raging inferno inside me. I could feel veins pulsing at my temples, my vision swimming with need. Her eyes narrowed, scanning my face. "Are you drunk or have you been... drugged?" The question cut through my haze momentarily. Drugged? The possibility hadn't even occurred to me, but it made sense. I didn't want to admit I'd been caught off guard, but I was in too much discomfort to maintain the pretense. I'd only

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 the

Anna's POV William's face lit up instantly. "Perfect timing! Bring it here, please." The butler handed him the tablet and discreetly withdrew. William adjusted his position on the bench, patting the seat beside him. "Come sit, Annie. Let's see what my wayward son is up to." I hesitated, suddenly feeling like an intruder. "Maybe I should give you some privacy? I can wait inside_" "Nonsense," William interrupted, already tapping the screen to accept the call. "Marcus would want to see you too." Before I could protest further, the screen fickered to life, revealing Marcus sitting in what appeared to be a luxurious hotel room. His hair was damp, and he wore only a black silk robe loosely tied at the waist. He'd clearly just stepped out of the shower. "Marcus!" William's voice boomed with delight. "Finally remembering your poor old father, are you?" Marcus's expression remained impassive, though I detected a subtle softening around his eyes. "Father. You look well." "And you loo

Marcus's POV I stood in the shadows of room 3303, watching as she entered. The soft click of the door closing behind her seemed to seal us into our own private world, separate from the reality waiting outside. She walked toward me, her silhouette illuminated by the dim glow of the bedside lamp. I stepped forward, my hand naturally reaching to cup her face, drawing her closer until our foreheads touched. This was an intimate gesture that felt natural to me but clearly crossed some invisible boundary she'd established. She immediately pulled back, her eyes hardening. "Skip the romance," she said coldly. "That's not what this is about." Something inside me ignited—a sharp, burning anger that threatened to consume my carefully maintained control. I flew across the damn Atlantic for her, and this is how she receives me? As if I were nothing more than a convenient body, a transaction, a goddamn service provider. I swallowed the rage building in my throat, knowing I couldn't speak.

Anna's POV My car tires crunched over the gravel driveway as we approached Samuel Griffin's newly acquired mansion in Skyview City. Several men in black suits patrolled the area, their watchful eyes professionally monitoring our arrival. As we neared the entrance, a security guard stepped forward to block our path. "Ms. Shaw and party?" he asked, his tone clipped and formal. When I nodded, he spoke into his wrist microphone and then gestured for us to follow him along the side of the house. Samuel Griffin was lounging by the pool on a chaise lounge, his lean body stretched out like a cat in the sun. Despite our arrival, he didn't even bother opening his eyes, this deliberate display of indifference making my jaw clench. "Mr. Griffin," I said, my voice carrying across the patio. Samuel finally opened one eye, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Ms. Shaw. You're punctual. I like that quality in a woman." He gestured to the empty chair beside him. "Please, make yourself