All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~~Alejandro~~ From the street junction, I caught Carlos speaking quietly with his mother. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what they were up to, I already knew about his dealings. Illegal imports. Shady exports. He thought he was clever, but I wasn’t blind. Still, I needed more proof before I could move against him. The moment his mother’s eyes landed on my car, she slipped into hers and rode past me . The car rolled inside the gate and Carlos hurried into the house, opening the door before the driver could. “Hello, uncle,” he said. I gave him a slow nod. I had to clear up any misunderstanding with the old man before I found myself sitting in a hospital, nursing whatever mess came next. I made my way inside, stopped at the figure coming downstairs. She shifted when her gaze met mine, the slight change in her face shows how uncomfortable she was around me.She stood at the staircase, Damn, she was stunning. The light touch of makeup made her glow, delicate yet irresistible, and

~~Elena~~ “You think you can destroy my work and my life? Watch me. I will destroy you first.” “Please, Uncle, don’t hurt Grandma! Please!” I shouted, my throat raw from the desperation in my voice. The next second, my eyes flew open. My heart pounded wildly in my chest,drenched in sweat. I let out a long breath, pressing my hand over my racing heart. “Thank goodness,It’s just a dream,” I muttered under my breath. I tried to push myself up, but the moment I did, a sharp pain pulsed through my head. It pounded so heavily that I had to shut my eyes, a wave of uneasiness washing over me. “What… what happened?” I whispered, pressing my hand against my forehead. Gradually, I sat up, my head still heavy. My eyes fell on the white long sleeve I was wearing, and my heart skipped. That wasn’t mine. I scanned the room in a rush,strange walls, strange curtains,strange bed. Nothing felt familiar. “I was… I was at the party… with Carlos and….” I whispered, pointing my trembling finger in

~~Elena~~ I turned immediately to face them. “Are you surprised? I was too… because I wish she never did,” Isabella sneered. “Watch your tongue, Isabella,” I snapped, cutting her off before her poison could spread any further. My gaze shifted to Mariana, who was still standing at the door, her face as stunned as mine. “Let’s go, Elena,” her steady voice cut in, pulling me back to reality. I didn’t hesitate. I followed her straight out to the car. The moment I sat inside, my chest tightened and I broke into sobs. “Grandma must be so scared… waking up and I wasn’t even there…” “Calm down, Elena.” Mariana handed me a folded handkerchief, her gaze softening. “Here. Wipe your tears.” ********* We arrived and stepped down quickly, making our way straight to her ward. Just outside the room, I noticed my uncle in conversation with the doctor. He scribbled a signature across some papers and handed the file back. “Uncle, what’s going on?” I asked, anxious. “Go in and talk to your g

~~Elena~~ The loud vibration of my phone jolted me awake. I stretched my hand toward the nightstand, my eyes still heavy with sleep. When I saw the caller ID, my heart skipped. Uncle! Panic rushed through me. I shot up in bed, hoping nothing had happened to Grandma. “Hello, Uncle?” “You’re still asleep at this hour?” His voice came out almost like a scream. “It’s Sunday morning,” I muttered under my breath. What else was I supposed to be doing? “Come to my office,” he ordered, then hung up before I could answer. I groaned in frustration, letting myself fall back on the bed. My legs dangled off the edge as I stared blankly at the ceiling, my sleep has been stolen . ***************** My uncle leaned back in his chair, his eyes sharp as they studied me. “So, what happened two nights ago?” he asked coldly. "Nothing uncle" “I got a call from Old Rodriguez himself, asking after your wellbeing. You didn’t come home that night. And you said nothing ", with a loud tone

~~Alejandro~~ I had seen the change in her last night. She looked hurt, and I hated myself for doing nothing when my stepsister insulted her in front of everyone. Calling her low class… When the old man asked me to keep him company this morning, I agreed without hesitation. Deep down, I knew I wanted to see her. She hadn’t eaten dinner yesterday. I had noticed. And today, it was the same. “I’ll be right back, Dad,” I said, excusing myself. Inside,the maid was just coming downstairs.her head lowered as she bowed. I passed her, heading straight to Elaine's door. I knocked lightly, then stepped in. She was sitting on the bed, so fragile and alone. Meteo told me last night , she had lost her parents last year, and her grandmother had been ill for a long time. No wonder her eyes carried so much loneliness, how much pain had she carried all on her own? “When will you start eating?” I asked, stepping closer to the bed. She shifted quickly, rising from the bed. “What are you doing h