All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Verena Was it just my imagination, or were Kian and his girlfriend deliberately showing up everywhere I turned? I hoped not but with the look of things— The rest of the family had occupied the villas sprawled across the estate. Same as Kian even though he threw a small tantrum at Riley, arguing that someone outside the family had no right to stay at the mansion. And that someone he was referring to was me. He had said it loud enough for me to hear, like he was trying so hard to get under my skin and trigger a reaction from me. Riley had fired back at him. ‘The last time I checked this is my estate and I decide who stays in this mansion. If you are not comfortable, you can leave the estate, take your girlfriend with you. While I would absolutely love to see you and Daxton clash for my own entertainment, I don’t have the time to indulge your nonsense theatrics. Read the damn room, Kian,” One would think that was enough to make Kian cower his head in shame, live in sile

Verena Laptop pressed to my chest, my step on the tiled kitchen floor faltered, a disgruntled groan leaving my mouth as I spotted Kian sitting on a stool, head tipped back as he downed a bottle of whiskey. “What the hell,” I whispered under my breath, instant regret flooding through me. It was one in the morning and I’d woken up to snack on the rest of my ice cream cake and finish my work that kept piling before I resumed office next week. Daxton had told me to let it be and with Kian sitting here wasted, I wished I had listened. I would just slink away before he could notice. This was early morning and with sleep still in my eyes, the last thing I wanted to entertain was a back-and–forth between the two of us. Before I could even turn, his eyes snapped to mine—shoot—softening as his lips formed a smile. “You're here…” he slurred over his words, reeking of alcohol and all the things I didn't want to be affiliated with. “I knew you would come, your soul recognizes mine

Kian Verena caught the bouquet at Aunt Riley’s wedding. The old me wouldn’t have handled this very well. I would’ve definitely caused a scene because everyone knew what it meant. I wouldn’t deny the tightening feeling in my chest when everyone teased her that she was next. Despite the conflicting emotions that warred inside of me, a strange warmth of calmness overwhelmed me because I knew that Uncle Daxton and Verena’s relationship was a sinking ship waiting for the catalyst—me—to wreck it. While everyone took pictures with the newlyweds, my attention drifted elsewhere. To the two of them. In their own bubble. Unfortunately, it was a bubble that would soon be popped by me. Verena stepped between my uncle’s legs as she dumped the half-bitten strawberry from her mouth to his. With his eyes holding hers, he chewed slowly and sensually while she took his face in her hand, leaning in to press a kiss to his mouth. I thought I was okay and could handle their PDA’s but an

Kian When did it all go wrong? How did I reach a point where I, Kian, would pay someone to spike a drink—the drink of the woman swung over my shoulder, passed out. I’d done questionable things to Verena in the past but this was on another level and the jarring part? I didn’t feel a single sense of remorse. Not when I broke into her house. Or now. Protection. That was all it was. A man like my uncle wouldn’t allow her to leave on her own will. If he didn’t manipulate her into staying, as he had manipulated her into hating me, he would force her—so this was me looking out for her. I ignored the curious and suspicious glances thrown my way as the elevator’s door pinged wide open. I’d intended to take Verena back to our mansion, the home I’d purchased for us after our wedding. But with that psycho uncle of mine, whom I wished would just disappear into nothing and never return, it was only a matter of time before he cracked the location of the person who had sent the

Verena Daxton rose slowly to his feet, guilt dancing across his face and in the blue of his eyes. “What are you doing outside?” His voice was low and held a tiny hint of surprise. A knot of emotion tightened inside of me as I took in the face of the man whose eyes were heavy with exhaustion. Josh had said he barely slept at all, staying by my side through the night while holding my hands. How did everything twist so badly? One moment I was getting ready for the fundraiser, and the next I was found in Kian’s house—drugged and completely wasted. Kian…I should have known that pathetic fool was the one behind the email. If I could remember clearly, back when we were still in Spain, he would always hum the name Tamara whenever he lurked around me. To an annoying point where I had to block that grating voice with my earbuds.Irritation rolled down my spine and If I could turn back the hands of time and take a trip to the past, I would have never gotten involved with Kian. Or, I should