All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Harley’s P.O.V.Carlos’s voice rang like thunder in the bar, firm and commanding. His presence washed a wave of relief over me, like the desert rain, refreshing and lifesaving.For a brief second, no one dared to speak as the goons scrambled to their feet and fled, gasping in horror. Beta Conrad followed them outside to arrest them. Then Ella scoffed, her heels clocking loudly on the floor as she took a step forward, arms folded like the same arrogance she always wore like a designer’s coat.“Oh, how noble!” She sneered. “But I have to ask, Alpha Carlos. Why are you siding with an outsider instead of your own family? Shouldn’t you be concerned about the Ledger family’s reputation like the rest of us?”Carlos didn’t blink, his jaw was stone, his shoulders broad and unmoving. “Your concern for honor reeks of selfishness, Ella. I care more about the truth than a name that’s being dragged through filth because of people like you.”Before she could reply, Xander’s voice cut in, cold, sharp

Harley’s P.O.V.Carlos’s brows pulled together slightly, as if my question surprised him. He didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched, filled only with the soft hum of the car and the beat of my own heart.Then he finally spoke, voice low. “I was surviving, Harley. Learning how to live in the shadows that weren’t mine. Hiding the parts of me others wanted to erase.”Alpha glanced at me. “But I may have meant to walk in late, so I could help you when you needed me the most.”The honesty of his tone warmed my heart as I wanted to ask more, to get lost in whatever this thing was blooming between us. But a sudden thought hit me, snapping me out of the haze of his charisma.“Wait!” I turned to him, suspicious now, narrowing my eyes. “How did you even get there? At the exact right moment? Were you ... stalking me?”Carlos’s lips twitched mischievously. “If I am stalking you, do you think I’d be stupid enough to show up in the bar like a hero in a tailored suit?”“Not convincing!” I

Harley’s P.O.V.“SilverEye Entertainment Studios.”The name glinted boldly in elegant silver scrip beneath the company’s insignia, an open eye with a crescent moon nestled inside. I forgot to breathe for a moment as the tornado of realization struck me with full force.SilverEye!One of the most prestigious entertainment companies in the world. They produced chart-topping dramas, award-winning films, and held exclusive contracts with some of the biggest names in the industry. I’d grown up watching their stories, fantasy, romance, and even historical epics that made the world stop for an hour.And Carlos brought me here?Why?My heart stumbled over my rhythm as an astonished whisper escaped my lips. “Lena, it can’t be real.”My bestie looked as stunned as me, her eyes widened. “Holy crap. This place is legit, Harley.You didn’t tell me that your new man ran Hollywood North.”“I didn’t know that!” I hissed back at her. But even as I panicked, Lena grabbed my hand, determination in her

Harley’s P.O.V. Ava strolled into the break room just as Lena was whispering about free meals, catching her off guard. Her heels clicked softly against the tile, and her expressions were equal parts amused and mischievous. She smirked and leaned forward, her voice lowering theatrically. “You seemed like a smart one, Lena. And last time I checked, girls like you are on the top of the hunting list.” Lena froze, eyes going saucer wide. “H-Hunting list?” Ava nodded, speaking solemnly. “First to realize the plan, first to be hunted.” Before I could open my mouth to stop her, Lena jumped from her chair like someone lit a fire under it. “I, uh, need more chicken. Yup, totally famished.” She was gone in a flash, her tray clattering against the trash bin as she sped out. Ava laughed and sank into Lena’s now empty seat, looking smug and amused. “She’s going to avoid me for the rest of her life.” “That was terrible.” I muttered, shaking my head, though I couldn’t hel

Harley’s P.O.V.Alex gawked at me as I scrolled through my phone. He frowned as I shoved it under his nose, showing him the profile of a fitness influencer. Not the typical airbrushed model, but a bulky weight instructor turned motivator, who had gone viral for embracing realistic body standards. “Follow him!”I said firmly. “And read his last three posts. Then copy this format.”Alex glanced at me sideways. “Copy? You want to plagiarize a fitness celebrity?”Rolling my eyes at him, I responded.“No genius!I want you to follow a tried and trusted method. There is a formula to this. Look at the way he introduces his challenge, the hashtags, the wordings. People love the transition stories, especially when they are honest and raw.”He scratched his head, clearly uncomfortable.“Okay!But why should I have to post that my company has given me a weight loss task?I already eat clean, and hit the gym five days a week. What’s the need to put my personal routine like a reality