All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~~Elena~~ “Mariana,” I whispered softly, pulling her into a long, tight hug. “It’s okay, they’re already waiting. Let’s go,” she pulled out, grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs. “Why are you here?” I asked quietly. “We have plenty of time to talk,” she replied, brushing it off as we descended. Outside, Valentina’s voice cut in sharply. “Come quickly, Elena,” she urged. I moved forward, but Mariana tightened her grip on my hand. “Let’s take the second car,” she said firmly, pointing toward it. The tension was sharp, pressing against my chest as her eyes were already watching us. I leaned closer, whispering urgently, “Mariana, don’t make this awkward, please.” “Let’s go in together,” she insisted, pulling me along. We slid into the car right beside her. The ride felt endless, the driver’s slow pace making the silence stretch until it became suffocating. I sat caught in the middle. To my left, Valentina’s head bent toward her phone, her elegant fingers moving with cal

~~Alejandro~~ A shift in the air made me glance up. She was there. Elena. The only person I wanted to see at this moment. The room earlier had felt unbearable, Valentina clinging at my side with her endless reminders: Father wants us to cultivate feelings. Father expects us to be together. She didn’t understand. I had already told her back in university—there was nothing between us. There never would be. Marriage? Impossible. She could pretend to be the perfect daughter-in-law if she wanted, but I wasn’t blind. I knew her games. I knew exactly what she was capable of. “Alejandro,” Elena said softly. I liked it better when she called me that instead of uncle. I had tested her twice, and had made up my mind—I would never let her go. I would make her fall deeply for me. To do that, I needed to know everything about her, fix what she couldn’t, so that she would come to depend on me. “Come over,” I said. She hesitated for a few seconds before lowering herself toward the pool. I

~~Elena~~“Elena, wait. We’ve come a long way to go back, and besides, we all wanted to ride the horses today,” Mariana said, holding my hand.“What’s going on?” Alejandro asked as he walked closer.Mariana quickly let go of me and moved toward the assistant.“What’s wrong, little bunny?” he asked.“Don’t call me that,” I said softly, my cheeks burning.No matter how much he hurt me, my heart and body always betrayed me. Even when I swore I would walk away, some part of me still wanted him.He reached for my hand. “Come on.”His cold hands were soft against mine, and the touch sent warmth rushing through me. I melted inside, unable to argue as my body moved with his.We walked closer to the horse.“Have you ever ridden before?” he asked, his voice low.I shook my head,With steady hands, he lifted me onto the saddle, then climbed up behind me.My heart beats as I feel his breath near my ear, warm and close. He leaned forward,his chest pressed firmly against my back, one hand sliding p

~~Alejandro~~There was silence, as if she was still trying to process what I’d just said. I didn’t repeat myself. I knew she heard me.She stood up from the bathtub, her wet hair clinging to her back, and walked straight to the wardrobe.She pulled out the matching nightwear, slipped into hers,leaving me with nothing but the echo of my request.I dressed as well and headed to the bedroom. She was already lying down.Is she really going to sleep without eating?“Come and eat your food,” I said finally.Without argument, she obeyed.The food had grown cold, so I reheated it and set it before her.She ate quietly, eyes on the plate.When she finished, she carried the dishes away.“Leave it, I’ll handle it,” I said,but she insisted and washed them anyway before leaving.The night was filled with silence.We lay in bed, our backs to each other,I knew she was thinking. I knew she wouldn’t accept it so easily. But I also knew it was the only way to keep the old man at peace with my choice.And

~~Alejandro~~ I couldn’t stand it, his hands on her waist, the soft words he whispered. I grabbed another drink from a passing waiter, trying to drown the sight of them. She looked up at me, and for a second I remembered she wanted privacy. Fine. I told myself I wouldn’t interfere , not until I finished my investigation. He turned her so her back pressed to his chest, holding her like he owned the moment. I couldn’t keep holding back. I crossed the floor and pulled her to me. At the exact instant I acted, the lights went out. She made no sound as I lifted her; she buried her face in my neck. I marched to my room, slammed the door, and pressed her to it. My lips crashed on hers, rough, insistent.She didn’t pull away; she kissed me back with equal ferocity.Anger and jealousy flared inside me, and I devoured that kiss. My hands trailed along her spine to the zipper and dragged it down. That dress,her in that dress earlier and every hungry eyes on her burned in my heart. “Why, Elena