Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

~~Alejandro~~ I stood up, reaching for my phone, and immediately saw a message from my agent. “Morales has boarded a flight to Madrid, and his men will escort the drugs.” "Fine, just stay by and observe all their activities," I replied. “Elena, please, my dad is angry. He’s asking my mom to get back the billion, or they’ll file for a divorce,” Mariana sobbed. I took a deep breath. I had asked those guys to tell her to bring cash and get double in return. I knew she never wanted even a penny of her money to drop into someone else’s hands. I only wanted to give her a little frustration—but taking all her money? That was pure greed. “Please, can you help me and beg Alejandro? Maybe he could help,” she said. I raised my brow at her request. That was their family business; they should solve it themselves. The only reason I took it lightly was because Mariana had been a good friend to Elena—and Mateo’s girlfriend. That’s why I didn’t touch their full assets. But since her mother’s gr

~~Elena~~ I left Alejandro’s mansion just as the driver pulled up to take me to the new apartment. Everything was already set up, and I couldn’t stop smiling at how perfect the place was. The neighborhood was calm and peaceful—somewhere Grandma could finally rest. At least I’d be able to visit often. Not long after, I received a message from Grandpa asking me to come home tonight. My stomach tightened. Since Grandma had no idea about the Rodríguez family, I needed to come up with another excuse to leave early. Lying had slowly become part of me—something I never imagined would happen. When I got to the hospital, Grandma’s face lit up. “Elena, how are your exams going?” she asked. “Exams?” I froze for a second before forcing a smile. The realization hit me—I’d told her yesterday that I was preparing for exams, and I was talking to Alejandro in the bathroom about it. Gosh, I almost forgot. “They’re going well, Grandma,” I lied again, laughing awkwardly. “Actually, I’ll have to lea

~~Alejandro~~ I had rounded up and sorted the necessary files. Later today, I had an online meeting with the staff in France to review company progress. I needed every detail before the year ran out. Suddenly, Valentina’s call came in. What is she up to now? The footage of Antonio had already been released online. She should focus on her games—I had too much on my table. But when she called again, I sighed and picked up. “Hello, Jandro,” her voice trembled. Had she been crying? “Get to the point, Valentina,” I said flatly. “Jandro, please… I need your help. I’m stuck somewhere.” My brow furrowed. “Stuck? What do you mean, stuck? Where are you?” “At… at…” she stammered, then broke into sobs. “Damn it, Valentina. I don’t have time to waste.” “Okay, okay,” she said between breaths. “I’m in a hotel close to your mansion.” I took a deep breath and hung up. Curious—and suspicious—I decided to go see her. She’d texted me the room number. When I opened the door, I fr

~~Elena~~ The car rolled to a stop in front of the hospital, and we both hurried inside. When we stepped into Grandma’s room, she was already eating. “Grandma… Who brought the food for you?” I asked, surprised. “Alejandro did,” she replied. “He said he had something to do at the office.” He had left the party earlier after receiving a call—without even telling me. My chest tightened as I remembered grandma yesterday interrogation. God, I just hoped she didn’t ask him anything. I forced a smile. “Alright, Grandma. Let me arrange the discharge details.” She nodded. “Mariana, please help arrange everything,” I said. She nodded back, and I stepped out to the doctor’s office. ~~~ We arrived at the apartment later, and Grandma fell in love with it instantly. The quiet, the space, the peacefulness—everything seemed to soothe her. I knew she would love it here. Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see a woman in her late thirties or early forties. “How can I he

~~Alejandro~~ The wedding had begun. Everything was perfectly arranged—floral arches, crystal chandeliers, and a hall filled with the wealthiest families in Spain. Business partners from other countries wandered around with their glass of wine, some congratulating me and others trying to schedule appointments to partner with me. Morales was busy pacing around, tapping on his phone, making calls… clueless about the storm about to break over his head. I stood beside my father, who shook hands with old clients as they approached, while I offered a simple bow with my hands in my pockets. Minutes later, the actual ceremony started. I stood at the altar; Nick was beside me as my best man. My eyes automatically found Elena in the crowd. She was wearing the dress I sent to her this morning—a sky-blue gown with diamond-pearl designs across the chest. Her hair was styled beautifully, her makeup light, soft, and perfect. She looked like a dream. I wondered how she would look at our wedding