Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex's Uncle Is My Husband[ENGLISH]: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Miley's POV.I wandered alone through the vast corridors of a bustling mall in Quezon City. It was my day off, and for once, I had decided to indulge myself—to shop for new clothes I could wear to work. Only then did I realize how monotonous and worn my wardrobe had become.I stopped by a row of skirts, running my fingers along the fabrics. And just like that, an image of Chanda surfaced in my mind. She had worn a black sleeveless dress, yet what lingered with me was not the dress itself, but the aura she carried—poised, refined, untouchable. Almost instinctively, my hand went to my chest. I wasn’t lacking in curves, but compared to Chanda… I faltered.A sigh escaped me as I moved on, letting my hand glide across another rack. Dresses this time. That was when my eyes caught sight of a black sleeveless dress—eerily similar to the one Clifford’s ex-wife had once worn. My hand reached for it, almost possessive, but before I could claim it, another hand took it first.I froze. My breath h

Miley’s POV“When can you return to work?” Sir Clifford asked after we finished eating. We were in the kitchen, side by side, washing the dishes together.“I’ll be back tomorrow, Sir,” I answered with a small smile. I couldn’t quite explain what I was feeling at that moment. A part of me was amazed. Here was a respected CEO, yet he knew how to do something as ordinary as the dishes.“Are you sure you’re ready?” he pressed, setting aside the last plate he had rinsed.“Yes, Sir. And thank you… for coming over, and for bringing food,” I said, handing him a towel to dry his hands.“It’s nothing,” he replied lightly. Then his expression shifted, more serious. “I honestly thought you stopped coming to work because of what happened… because you’ve been avoiding me ever since you found out Jackson is my nephew.”I forced a faint smile and shook my head. “N-No, of course not,” I lied. But Clifford’s steady gaze pinned me in place, and I swallowed hard. Denying it was pointless. My reaction tha

Clifford’s POV“As I was saying, Uncle, I just need a small capital to start—”“Wait, Jackson.” I raised a finger to silence him, my brows furrowing when I noticed the envelope resting on top of my laptop.I picked it up and pulled out its contents. My shoulders slumped and a surge of panic tore through my chest as realization struck—I had handed Miley the wrong envelope. I shot to my feet.“Shit!” I cursed under my breath, snatching my phone from the desk before bolting out of the office.“Cara, cancel all my meetings today and let me know immediately if Miley calls you,” I barked as I jabbed at the elevator button. When the doors slid open, I rushed inside, dialing a number with trembling fingers.“Gustav, pick me up at the company. Now!” I ordered, cutting the line before quickly dialing again and pressing the phone to my ear.The number you have dialed is either unattended or out of coverage area…“Shit! Fuck! Fuck!” I cursed repeatedly, my chest tightening with dread. How could I

Miley’s POV“Miley…!” Cara’s voice rang out as she entered the living room.I was sitting in a lounge chair, gazing out through the floor-to-ceiling windows where the blinding morning sun streamed in. It was a Sunday, no work at the office, yet Sir Clifford had left early. Where he went—I had no idea.I managed a faint smile but winced when she hugged me tightly. “M-my arm still hurts, Cara.”“O-oh, sorry. I was just so happy you’re safe.” She grinned apologetically and plopped onto the long L-shaped sofa upholstered in expensive fabric. “So, how are you? Can you go back to work soon?”“I don’t know yet. Sir Clifford gave me strict instructions not to leave the house, so I really don’t know when I can return to work… or to my apartment,” I replied with a pout. My gaze flicked toward a man in a black suit standing by the minibar at the far end of the living room.He gave me the creeps. Ever since I woke up in Clifford’s mansion, I had this unsettling feeling. The place was crawling wit

Cara’s POV“I… I want to go home,” Miley whispered faintly, as though she were talking to herself. I had just finished helping her dry off and was urging her to change into fresh clothes, but she only sat there, staring blankly.“Y-You should recover first, Miley. I’m sure Uncle will let you go home, but not while you’re still unwell,” I tried to reassure her.She turned to me, and what I saw in her eyes unsettled me—raw fear. “Ch-Chanda threatened me,” she stammered, clutching the towel tightly. “She said she’d hand me back to the men who tried to kill me if I don’t stay away from Sir Clifford.”“H-Huh?” My mind froze. I didn’t know Chanda well, but I couldn’t imagine her saying such things. “Maybe… maybe you should rest for now—”I cut myself short when Millicent gripped my arm. “C-Cara, please… help me escape. Please.” Her desperate plea shook me.“Miley…” I was still processing when the door suddenly opened and Uncle Clifford walked in. I gently loosened Millicent’s hold on me and