All Chapters of UGLY? No More!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Julian shot her a look sharp enough to silence her, but the damage was already there.His chest tightened, every thought colliding, Elara’s teary silence the night before, Mira’s laughter ringing in his ears, and now Milo’s desperate little voice asking to go home with him.“Please,” Milo said softly, taking a hesitant step closer. His eyes glistened with hope and fear in equal measure. “I’ll be quiet. I won’t cause trouble. I just… I don’t want you to leave me here tonight.”Julian’s heart cracked. He wanted to scoop the boy up and say yes without hesitation. He wanted to make up for three years lost in a single breath. But he also knew Elara, her heart already fragile, her trust already teetering. Bringing Milo into their penthouse the very day she left with Mira… it felt like a betrayal.His silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Milo’s lips trembled. “You… you don’t want me after all?”Julian knelt quickly, gripping the boy’s shoulders. “No. Don’t ever say that. I do want

Julian’s throat burned. He shook his head quickly, pulling Milo into his arms. “No. Not more. Just… different. Mira is.. she’s precious in her own way. And you, Milo…” His voice cracked. “You are too. You’re my son.”Milo stiffened in his embrace, then pulled back slightly, frowning. “But if I’m your son… then why were you with her instead of with me and Mommy?”Julian’s breath caught. The boy’s words cut deeper than any boardroom betrayal, deeper than any scandal he had ever fought off in his empire.“I…” Julian started, then faltered.What could he say?That he hadn’t known?That he had been lied to?That for three years he had lived in blissful ignorance while his son asked questions no one answered?Milo’s brows knitted, his small fists clenching at his sides. “You left us,” he whispered, but the tremor in his voice made Julian’s heart clench. “You… you didn’t come.”“No,” Julian said sharply, too sharply. He steadied his tone and grasped Milo’s arms again, softer this time. “I di

Back at the penthouse, Julian was wiping pancake batter from Milo’s cheek when his phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t Diana, it was his investigator.Found more and everything still leads to that. Diana’s paper trail confirms she was overseas with the boy for years. No gaps. But still, DNA is the only proof. Do you want me to arrange discreet testing?Julian stared at the message, Milo’s laughter in his ears, and felt the walls of his carefully built life tighten around him.He wiped his hands on a dish towel, glancing at Milo, who was humming to himself as he drizzled syrup across his pancakes like an artist painting a canvas.The boy’s messy enthusiasm, his bright eyes, there was no denying the resemblance. But Julian had lived too long in a world of deception to let appearances dictate truth.He picked up his phone and quietly stepped aside, lowering his voice.He texted the investigator: Do it. I’ll get you the sample today.The response came within seconds.Investigator: Und

The speculation was brutal, invasive, endless.Everywhere Elara went that morning with Leonard, she could feel the shift. Heads turned in hotel corridors, phones angled discreetly.Even inside the conference halls, where meetings were meant to be strictly business, she caught the stares, the murmurs.Elara gripped her folder tighter, her smile practiced but brittle. She’d seen the headlines too. She’d read the comments. And no matter how much she tried to breathe through it, her pulse still raced with one thought. They know. They all know.Meanwhile, Diana thrived in the chaos. She reposted gossip articles with smirking emojis, liked the comments that fawned over Milo’s resemblance to Julian, and remained strategically silent on the one thing the world demanded, confirmation.The tea had spilled, and the internet wasn’t just sipping, it was drowning in it.The applause in the conference hall still rang faintly in her ears when Elara finally managed to excuse herself.She’d smiled, nod

When they reached the private genetics lab on the outskirts of the city, Marcus bypassed the front entrance. He led the way through a secured underground entrance, flashing his ID to guards who already knew him by face.Inside, the head technician, Dr. Renee Lavigne, was waiting. A middle aged woman with sharp eyes, she adjusted her gloves as Marcus approached.“This is the sample,” Marcus said, voice clipped. He set the case on the steel counter and unlocked it himself. “Chain of custody begins now. No one touches this except you and your direct assistant. I want documentation of every step.”Dr. Lavigne nodded without offense. “Of course. As always.”Marcus leaned closer, his tone lowering. “This isn’t just routine, Renee. You’ve seen the headlines. You know who this concerns. If word leaks, if results are tampered with in any way....” He broke off, jaw clenching. “Julian won’t forgive it. Neither will I.”She held his gaze steadily. “You’ll have results by tonight. Pure. Untouched.