Semua Bab FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : Bab 81 - Bab 90

~~Alejandro~~ The board meeting ended quietly—too quietly. My secretary knocked lightly and stepped inside with a stack of files pressed to her chest. “Sir… Carlos gave me a file on my way here,” she said. “Something about it feels… off.” I didn’t look up. “Off… how?” “He slid it into the middle, like he hoped you wouldn’t notice.” I let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t overthink it. Leave it.” I said my eyes on her. Her brows knit together, but she obeyed, placing everything neatly on my desk. As soon as the door shut, I flipped through the files — slowly and carefully — and there it was. Two anomalies. One from Carlos. Another… the proposal my father had given me last night. The very same file I left safely at home. My pulse sharpened. Blood heated in my veins. I had intentionally left that document behind. So how did it find its way onto my desk? I dialed the number of the butler who handled my belongings in the mansion. “Young Rodriguez,” he answered with his usual res

~~Elena~~ “What happened?” Nick asked as I grabbed my bag. “Don’t worry about it. Just… enjoy your coffee,” I muttered, already rushing toward the exit. Except he didn’t stay behind. Of course he didn’t. He trailed me all the way to the hospital, only to be stopped by one of the guards standing at the door to Grandma's room. “We’re together,” Nick said, trying to sound confident. The guard didn’t even blink. I rolled my eyes at Nick’s pathetic puppy look. “Yes, he’s with me,” I said, giving the guard a pointed nod. Finally, they let him through. I hurried into the room, my breath catching the moment I saw her awake. “Grandma… how are you feeling?” My voice came out quick and soft.w She smiled—small, weak, but real—and nodded. I turned to the nurse. “How is she now?” “She’s responding well,” the nurse said, setting down a tray of medicine before leaving us alone. Grandma’s gaze drifted slowly to Nick, studying him like she was flipping through a memory. Before I could in

~~Elena~~ I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty—Alejandro was gone. For a moment, I just sat there, rubbing my eyes as the soft morning light slipped through the curtains. I stepped down, and my feet met the cool floor, sending a small shiver up my legs; my eyes landed on the picture of me hanging right above the bed. It made me smile, proof that I really belong here. Stepping out of the room, I glanced around. The house was still and silent, the kind of silence that makes every sound echo. It almost felt… lonely. Then, memories of last night rushed back—Alejandro feeding me warm brown sugar mixed with ginger tea, his eyes soft with concern. I laughed and asked how he even knew to do that. Curious to know if there was someone before Valentina? Before me? But He only smiled and said, “I learned from my friends.” I’d nodded, pretending to believe him, even though a small part of me wasn’t sure.He stayed with me until I fell asleep, gently stroking my hair like he was afr

~~Alejandro~~“Hi, Alejandro,” Valentina said, her voice trembling.I raised a brow, studying her face carefully. She’d called earlier, saying she was coming to see me in the office. I already had an idea of what she wanted to say. Now, as she stood there, fidgeting with her fingers, I could tell she was battling herself.She wanted this marriage—but she also wanted to save her plaything from the chaos he had brought upon himself.“Valentina,” I said, glancing at my watch, “I don’t have much time.”She took a shaky breath. “A very good friend of mine is in trouble. I want to help him out.”Our eyes met. There was fear written all over her—fear and guilt.“Which friend?” I asked, my tone calm but sharp. “And what kind of trouble is he in?”She blinked several times, as if searching for the right words. “It’s Antonio. He… he made a mistake. But he’s not a violent man, Alejandro. He was pushed—pushed too far.”Of course, I knew exactly what she was talking about. I knew him—his past, his

~~Elena~~ My heart dropped immediately, and I hurried to put on my gown. “What did you just say?” Grandma’s voice trembled slightly. He chuckled softly. “Grandma, what are you talking about? She’s in the bathroom. We were just discussing something, and she asked me to excuse her so she could use the restroom. Is something wrong?” I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Alejandro was unpredictable—I never knew what he might do next. I stepped out of the bathroom, confused by the tension in the room. “What’s going on?” I asked, glancing from Grandma to Alejandro. “Elena, what were you two talking about in there?” she asked, her eyes full of worry. “We… we were talking about my education,” I replied carefully. “I didn’t want to bother you with it. He said I should focus on my online exams and that he’d arrange for someone to take care of you. Why, Grandma? What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” she said after a moment. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. Men can seem kind, b