บททั้งหมดของ FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

~~Elena~~ I lay down on the bed, scrolling through my phone. The stress these past days was eating me alive. Four whole days had passed and I hadn’t even spoken to Grandma. My chest tightened at the thought. I needed to hear her voice. Hello, Grandma… “She’s sleeping,” a voice answered instead. It was the same doctor. “Is Grandma fine?” I asked quickly. But before I could say anything more, the line went dead. He had hung up. My fingers shook as I dialed my uncle’s number. “Elena, what is it this time?” his voice came, clipped and impatient. “I tried to talk to Grandma, but the doctor wouldn’t let me.” “Perhaps she’s not in the right state to speak,” he replied smoothly. I sat up, anger burning in my throat. “Uncle, remember our deal. If you break it, I will expose you.” There was silence….long and heavy. Finally, he said, “I’m currently in the office. She’ll talk to you later today,” he said and hung up. The door creaked open almost immediately. “Your food is here,” Mari

~~Alejando~~I kissed the soft curve of her foot, then her ankle, savoring the way she shivered under my touch. My lips traveled up her smooth legs, each kiss carefully, each one a reminder that she belonged to me alone.By the time I reached the softness of her thighs, she was already trembling, her fingers clutching the sheets.I parted her thighs open, taking in the sight of her…wet, trembling, p***y waiting for me.“Elena…” I whispered, my voice thick with need. She’s driving me insane… my little temptation. I’ve conquered empires, closed impossible deals, but nothing…nothing…has me wanting like this.I let my tongue find her most sensitive spot, teasing her clit with slow, careful strokes. She gasped, clutching at the sheets tightly, her body trembling with every touch.Then I closed my mouth over it, sucking hard,her voice broke on my name, filling the room with her surrender.Her fingers tangled in my hair as I sucked harder,my tongue working over her clitHer thighs locked aro

~~Alejandro~~Last night was chaos. I told her of course I do, but Elena wasn’t satisfied. She wanted me to bend, to say it the way she wanted. That’s not who I am. That’s not who I’ll ever be.She stormed out, slamming the door. Rage burned in me, but I didn’t chase her. A knock followed soon after. I thought it was her–foolishly hoping. But it was Nick, smiling like the devil himself.He invited me for a drink. I went, because I needed something to cool the fire in my chest. He talked about too many things, but none of it reached me. My mind was elsewhere,filled with her.This morning, I decided to go jogging. That’s when I saw them. Elena and her friend, sneaking back like thieves. She looked pale, weak. And her friend… she tried to hide a paper bag behind her back.A hospital bag.I narrowed my eyes. Which one of them was sick? Elena, with her fragile body, or her friend, who guarded that bag as if her life depended on it?I didn’t push further. I didn’t have to. Because my secret

~~Elena~~The jet touched down, smooth and steady, before rolling into the private hangar. One by one, we made our way down the steps. The air outside felt colder, heavier. Three sleek cars were already lined up, waiting for us.Alejandro didn’t hesitate. His assistant walked closely beside him as they headed straight for the first car. Without a word, without even looking back, they entered, and the door shut behind them. A moment later, the car pulled away.Carlos was next. He slipped into the second car, and soon it was gone too.Immediately, Mariana’s driver arrived. She turned to me and wrapped me in a brief hug.“Take care of yourself, Elena,” she whispered before pulling away.I nodded, holding back the tightness in my chest.Now, only Valentina and I remained. Our driver approached and opened the door. Without saying a word, we climbed inside.The ride back to the mansion was silent, both of us lost in our own thoughts, the weight of everything pressing down heavier than the n

~~Elena~~He didn’t react. Not even a flicker of surprise.“So, you and Valentina can go shopping tomorrow. Mariana, you can join them too,” Grandpa said with finality, as though the matter was sealed.Back in my room, I collapsed onto the bed. Mariana sank beside me.“What should I do, Mariana? I’m scared… and honestly, I feel like I’m suffocating,” I admitted.Her voice was calm. “We can’t delay tomorrow’s plan.”She was right, though fear knotted in my chest....The next day, we visited the old house. The moment we opened the door, dust greeted us like an old friend. Cobwebs dangled in corners.I wrinkled my nose. “This place could use an army, not just two girls with brooms.”Mariana chuckled, and for a moment, the heaviness lifted. We got to work, scrubbing, sweeping, throwing out spoiled food from the fridge, and washing dishes. It took us an hour, but finally the house looked less like a ghost had been living there.Then came the real task. We searched carefully, and at last