All Chapters of In love with my mafia uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Time, they say, moves like a tide — quiet, constant, and unstoppable.It had been almost two years since Katrina stepped through the grand gates of the university, clutching her admission letter with trembling hands and eyes full of dreams.Now, she was twenty-one.Wiser, stronger, and more determined than ever.University life had shaped her in ways she hadn’t expected. Gone was the shy, uncertain girl who once lived under her mother’s careful gaze in the small town of Arilon. The Katrina who now walked through campus carried herself with quiet grace — calm, focused, and untouchably confident.She had become one of those students everyone knew about but few truly knew.Always at the top of her class. Always early to lectures. Always in the library, chasing excellence with a relentless heart.Her professors spoke highly of her; classmates whispered her name with admiration.To them, she was the girl who never failed.But beneath that calm brilliance was a girl who carried her mother’s

My hands were freed first before the scarf was taken from my eyes. The ropes fell away, leaving my skin raw and red where they had bitten in for so long. A rush of air hit me, and then I was yanked up from where I had been tied to the cold, rusty metal rod. My knees were weak, trembling so badly I almost sank back down, but then— “I saw him.” The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. My eyes widened as they finally adjusted to the dim light, and I saw the man they all called the boss. He was a giant of a man. His presence filled the room, as though even the walls leaned back to make space for him. Long, black hair fell past his shoulders in waves, and his face was carved in hard lines that looked as if they had been set there by years of power and command. His eyes—dark, fierce, and unyielding—locked on mine, piercing through me as if he were peeling away every secret I had ever hidden. My chest tightened. It felt like I had wronged him in another lifetime, like I

They spent the night entwined, whispers and touches filling the silence where fear had lived before. For the first time, Kiki felt the walls of her captivity blur, replaced by something dangerously close to tenderness. Morning sunlight crept through the curtains. Kiki stirred, her lashes fluttering open. Her heart nearly stopped. Eric lay beside her, still asleep, his arm draped protectively around her waist. She pressed a hand to her lips, memory flooding back. Her face flushed crimson. “I shouldn’t have drunk that wine in your study…” she whispered, trying to convince herself that maybe it had been the drink. That maybe she hadn’t meant every kiss, every touch, every surrender. But the truth burned in her chest. She had. And the way Eric’s hand tightened around her, even in sleep, made her wonder if he had too.When Eric woke up that morning, he didn’t linger. He didn’t touch her, didn’t even glance too long. Without a word, he slipped from the bed and left her roo

Days slipped by, but the night they spent together refused to fade. It lingered in the air between them like the soft echo of a song neither could forget.Eric told himself it was a mistake — that it had been comfort, curiosity, loneliness — anything but what it truly was. But denial had its limits. Every time he saw her, every time her laughter filled the empty corridors of his house, his chest tightened with something dangerously close to longing.And Kiki felt it too. She tried to convince herself that what happened meant nothing, that Eric Reigns was still the same cold, unreachable man. Yet her heart betrayed her every time he looked at her — too long, too quietly, as if memorizing her without meaning to.The Reigns mansion had become a silent witness to something delicate growing between them — fragile, unpredictable, and real.It began on an ordinary morning. Kiki was in the kitchen, standing barefoot in front of the counter with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. The early

The mansion slept in silence, wrapped in shadows and the faint hum of distant rain. The clock in the corridor struck midnight, its echo slipping through the walls like a whisper too soft to carry meaning—except to two souls who could not sleep.Kiki sat by her window, her knees drawn close to her chest. The world outside shimmered faintly with silver light. She should have been resting, but her thoughts were restless, wandering back to the sound of Eric’s voice, the flash of hurt behind his drunken words.“Maybe I just want to use you until you break.”She could still hear it—sharp, painful, trembling. Yet beneath that cruel sentence had been something fragile, something she couldn’t name. And that was what haunted her most.A knock came, soft but firm.Her heart stopped. She didn’t need to ask who it was. Only one person in the mansion knocked like that—impatiently but careful enough not to break her.“Come in,” she whispered.The door opened, and Eric stepped inside. The light caugh