Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chanda’s POVI took a deep breath as I stepped out of Millicent’s room. She really is sick—I could see it in how pale and fragile she looked. I didn’t want to fight her, but this is the only way I know to test if she’s truly ready for the chaotic world she entered the moment she became Clifford’s wife.I walked down the hall toward my own room. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and immediately dialed Clifford’s number.“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked the moment he answered.“She’s really sick, Cliff. But I can tell she’s ready to face the enemy,” I replied seriously. “Anyway, don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”“Thanks, Chan. I owe you more than I can ever repay,” he said before ending the call.“Yeah, you do owe me. But how will I ever get back what I’ve given?” I muttered to myself.I walked over to the window, lit a cigarette, and exhaled the smoke into the night air. I wasn’t sure anymore why I was doing all this. For Clifford? For Millicent? Or f

Miley’s POVWe were getting ready for the despedida party at New Coast Hotel. Neither of us noticed how much time had passed—and it was all Clifford’s fault. Every time the memory of what we did earlier crossed my mind, I couldn’t help but squeeze my eyes shut. It was so cringe-worthy, I felt like a worm doused with salt.“Are you done?” His voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I glanced at him through the full-length mirror, watching as he walked toward me. He was already in his tuxedo but clearly struggling with his tie.I turned to face him and fixed it myself. Once done, I smiled at him. “My husband looks so handsome,” I said, unable to stop my eyes from roaming over him. He was breathtakingly handsome and undeniably sexy. The tuxedo fit him perfectly, emphasizing the cut of his muscles.“And you look like a goddess,” he replied before leaning in to kiss me.“Oops, stop… we’ll be late again if you don’t behave.” I pressed my hand against his lips and gently pushed him away.He c

Miley’s POVMy hands trembled as I held the pregnancy test kit. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at it, fear consuming me with every second that passed. The words of the doctor replayed in my mind after I had called her earlier.“D-Doc, I-I think…I-I’m p-pregnant…” I had whispered.I remembered the heavy sigh she let out. I wasn’t sure if she was upset that I had called her at such a late hour.“Are you with your husband, Miss Alfonso?” she asked.“N-No, I… I’m alone. I’m sorry, Doc, for disturbing you this late. I just can’t stay still. I don’t want to tell my husband about my suspicion until I’m certain. You know about my case… but this time, I think I really am pregnant,” I explained, referring to the phantom pregnancy I had once gone through.“I understand you, Miss Alfonso… It’s difficult when you’re stressed—”“I’m not stressed!” My voice rose without my control, but I quickly regretted it. “I-I’m sorry, Doc. I just want to know what I should do first to confirm it. Do I nee

Clifford’s POVI woke when cold water splashed across my face. I forced my swollen eyes open—swollen from the beating Horacio’s men had given me—and slowly the grinning face of one of them, Orlando, came into focus as he stood there holding an empty bucket.Behind him stood Horacio, watching me with that serious, creased expression I couldn’t read. I grinned and struggled against the bindings on my wrists. The chain dug into my skin and hurt, but I didn’t care—there was only one thing on my mind: getting out of this place.“You’ve got nerve, Steel. You’re grinning even when you look like hell,” Orlando taunted.“Why shouldn’t I? You’re only brave because I’m tied up. Try untying me and you’ll see what I came here for. I’ll smash that skull of yours into your neck,” I shot back, mocking him.“You’re an idiot—” he was about to strike me with the bucket he held when Horacio’s voice filled the room.“Enough, Orly! Leave us alone,” he ordered, and walked toward where I was.I spat to the s

Clifford’s POVI squinted against the flood of light that poured into the room when Orly flipped the switch. That same twisted grin was still plastered on his scarred face, as if reminding me I was beneath him. The rifle slung across his chest swung slightly as he walked toward me.I was still chained—my wrists and ankles rubbed raw from struggling. My stomach growled after days without food. To them, I was nothing more than a prisoner to be tortured whenever they pleased.I turned my gaze away, unable to stand the sight of his scarred face and bloodshot eyes. I spat on the floor, a streak of red liquid splattering as it left my mouth.“I’ve got good news for you, Steel…” he crooned in a sing-song voice.I stayed silent, not even bothering to look at him. If his “good news” meant Horacio was finally going to kill me, so be it. But I’d make sure to at least try to escape before then.Even in my weakness, the thought of Miley gave me strength. I would fight—I had to go back to her.“C’m