Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

~~Alejandro~~“So if she’s the victim, then what about Valentina’s death?” one of the reporters asked.“You all watched the clip. You saw everything that happened,” I replied, my voice steady. “I, Alejandro Rodriguez, had nothing to do with her death.”Another reporter raised her hand. “Mr. Rodriguez, you said Elena was adopted, and she’s the victim. But what about the video of you both together?”I scoffed. “What part of the picture didn’t you understand?”She glanced around, confused. “So… you’re admitting that the picture and video aren’t fake?”“Do they look fake to you?” I asked calmly.She swallowed, nervous. “Mr. Rodriguez, you aren’t being clear. In that video, Elena seduced you and broke the bond between you and Valentina—and now she’s being painted as the victim?”I leaned forward slightly. “Are you implying Valentina is the victim while Elena is the villain?”Her eyes widened. She sank back into her seat. Good. This press conference was for clarification—not for interrogati

~~Elena~~ The burial was quiet. The sky hung heavy and dull, as if it couldn’t decide whether to rain. I stood beside Mariana, while Grandpa and Alejandro stood together a little ways off. “It’s going to be okay,” Mariana whispered. I nodded, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill. Family members were here too—some I knew, others I didn’t. Mr. Anthony had offered to handle everything, but Alejandro had already taken care of the arrangements, so I politely declined. Then my eyes landed on Nick and his sister, Lily. Why was she here? I shook my head, forcing myself to ignore the distraction. As the priest said the usual prayers, my gaze stayed fixed on the coffin. I tried to accept that my grandmother was really inside—that this was the last time I would ever see her. I held a white rose in my hand. When the moment came, I stepped forward and placed it gently on the coffin. People whispered their condolences around me. I nodded quietly, not knowing what else to say. I

~~Alejandro~~ I arrived home and found her already asleep. A soft smile pulled at my lips. She looked so small… so peaceful, wrapped in my sweatpants and hoodie like she owned them. Quietly, I walked over and adjusted her position, pulling the duvet gently over her body. I brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and headed to the bathroom. After a long, hot shower, I returned to the room and slipped into bed quietly. The moment the mattress dipped, she shifted, instinctively. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at me through a sleepy haze. “You’re back…” she murmured, her voice soft and fragile. I nodded once. She moved closer without hesitation, resting her head on my chest. “Thank you for today,” she whispered. “I hope Grandma is happy wherever she is.” The pain in her voice was faint but still there—buried, not forgotten. I gently pressed my palm to her head, running my fingers through her hair. “I’m sure she is,” I said quietly. “Especially seeing you smile aga

~~Alejandro~~ There’s one thing I’ve learned—no matter how strong a person is, love still finds a way to make them bend. And the more time I spent with her, the more certain I became that I couldn’t let her go. It had to be her. I rubbed her back gently while she absentmindedly played with a rose petal floating on the water. I hadn’t expected her to love this setup so much. Honestly, I only followed Nick’s ridiculous advice about decorating a “romantic bathroom” because he'd dated more girls than I could count; he is experienced. But for once, his nonsense worked. “Alejandro… What about Carlos? ” she asked suddenly. “You’re missing him? ” I asked instead, my voice low. She turned slightly, facing me from inside the bathtub. “I’m just curious,” she said softly. I nodded and reached out, brushing away the damp strand of hair clinging to her cheek, letting my fingers linger a moment longer than necessary. I traced my finger from her neck down to the swell of her cleavage, savoring

~~Elena~~ He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes locked on mine. Slowly, he spread his legs wider, still watching me. I bit my lower lip and slid my hands along his thighs, my pulse quickening as memories of the last time rushed through me. I inhaled deeply. I can do this. If others can, I can too. I exhaled and eased down his zipper. His cock was already hard, straining against his boxer briefs. When I freed him, I couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped me. He was big—he always made me nervous with how big he was. I stared for a moment before wrapping my hand around him. He jerked at the touch. I looked up, searching his face. As usual, he didn’t show anything—just a slight lift of his brow telling me to continue. I flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting salty precum already dripping out. I slowly dragged my tongue down, tasting and teasing him slowly. A low groan slipped from him. I quickly looked up to him. His eyes were closed, his tongue dragging over his lower lip. That reac