All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Miley’s POVI woke to the savory aroma of garlic and onions being sautéed. When I opened my eyes, a bright room greeted me. As I glanced around, I realized I was no longer in the same place as before. A large window covered with white curtains dominated one wall. Though iron grills still barred it, I could clearly see the outside world bathed in sunlight.Aside from the wide window, the bed I was lying on was softer, and the room itself was filled with furniture and belongings—as if it were an ordinary bedroom, not a prison. Slowly, I sat up, instinctively resting a hand on my belly.“How are you feeling?”I flinched at the sudden sound of Horacio’s voice.Peering over the side of the bed, I spotted him seated comfortably in a rocking chair in the corner, as if he’d been waiting for me to wake up.“W-What happened to me?” I wanted to ask about my baby, but I stopped myself. I couldn’t let him know I was pregnant.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, not knowing how long I’d been

Miley’s POVJust like during lunch, Horacio invited me once again to have dinner with him—but this time, I refused. I wasn’t comfortable sitting across from him, especially at the dinner table. There’s something about his presence that I can’t quite read—an aura I can’t decipher if it’s danger or concern. But either way, I have no intention of finding out.I stayed inside my room even when the maid came to call me. I also refused to wear the clothes he bought for me. There were bathrobes in the bathroom closet, so I settled for one of those instead. I had already washed and hung my undergarments, which meant, of course, I wasn’t wearing any beneath the robe.There wasn’t much to do in this room. The TV was there, but I didn’t feel like watching anything. My thoughts kept drifting to Clifford—and how I could possibly escape from here. Horacio may seem to be treating me kindly, but I know he won’t just let me go home if I asked. It feels like he’s waiting for something.I stood from the

Chanda’s POVI was standing outside the gates of Horacio’s vast estate. Stepping out of the car, I looked around at the wide enclosure before me. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d return to this place—the place where my nightmares began.My hands trembled as I pulled the cigarette from my lips and exhaled a long stream of smoke. I couldn’t stop the flood of memories this place brought back. My chest tightened, and tears welled in my eyes before I shut them tightly.The past came rushing in all at once.“This will be your home from now on, Chanda,” said the old man who had bought me at an auction, smiling as he stroked my hair. I flinched and pulled away, uneasy and afraid.I used to work as a waitress at a bar to help my mother, who earned a living washing clothes. I was only eighteen then. I had no idea that job would mark the beginning of my torment. The bar owner was secretly involved in prostitution—and Horacio was one of his regular clients. That’s where he first saw m

Chanda’s POVI fixed Horacio with a hard stare. From the corner of my eye I could see his men waiting, like predators watching for one wrong move. They were all armed—every one of them except him.Before I came in, his guards had frisked me to check for weapons. They found nothing. What they didn’t notice was the señorita beneath the fake hair. I tugged off the wig and let the room take in the sight of my shaved head.I smiled at Horacio. “The only thing I can give you is your death, you filthy swine.” Then I pulled out the gun and shot him in the leg—the man didn’t even flinch. I wrapped my arm around his neck and dragged him backward.His men panicked, unsure what to do; if any of them fired, their boss would be the one who got hit. I could hear Horacio scream in pain as blood pooled onto the pale tile.“I should’ve killed you years ago. You beast!” I hissed in his ear.“Have mercy, Chanda—please don’t kill me—” he begged.“Chanda.” My jaw muscles trembled with the name like a curse

Chanda's POV.“How’s the booze?” I asked Clifford after he split open the bottle of liquor I handed him.“I already feel energized,” he replied, then stood up on his own and managed a smile.“Well, that’s good to hear. We need to move — Horacio’s men might be coming back,” I said, stepping outside the indoor area only to spin back quickly. “Shit! They’re coming here. It looks like they finally realized I tricked them.”My eyes darted around as I scanned the surroundings. I need to think of a plan. They’ll overpower us quickly if we don’t get out of here, I thought, frustrated, scratching my head.“Fuck! Think, Chanda, c’mon…” I muttered. I checked the magazine — only a few bullets left. With so many people approaching, what I had wasn’t nearly enough.Right — I remembered there was a room in this house where Horacio kept his weapons.“C’mon, Clifford, follow me,” I ordered and ran toward the minibar. We turned into the hallway and then stopped.“What’s your plan, Chanda?” he panted.“