All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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We are both sick

Verena I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the headband over my head while watching as my hair bounced over my shoulders. My eyes darted to Daxton who stood next to me with his hands, casually in his pockets. He looked dashing in that three-piece suit. I gave my lips a final smack, shoved the lipstick into my purse when Daxton suddenly moved behind me. The heat from his body seeped into mine, almost liquefying every muscle and bone as I stilled. My breathing caught when he gathered my hair to the side, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck. I breathed hard, slow—from the warmth of his mouth on my neck— as my eyes closed briefly. He rasped against my neck. “Your neckline is already pretty enough but it would look perfect…” Heat pooled in my stomach as he lifted an expensive strand of pearls, placed it around my neck, and hooked it. My hand moved to each pearl, trailing it with my fingers and that was the moment I caught the way he

Midnight

Verena The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to Daxton. “We do not have COVID. You didn’t show any symptoms and there wasn’t a time you were sick. So, why would you do that? The party was just getting started for crying out loud” Something dark and amusing crawled through his eyes as he leaned forward, until his face was just inches away from mine. He was close, so close that my lungs hitched and my frustration was starting to fly away. I hated the effect that he was starting to have on me. I hated how much his eyes affected me as he caged me in his arms. I closed my eyes, trying to remind myself of the reasons that I was mad at him. But, his finger found my chin, tilting it up. “Open your eyes, Verena” His deep voice ricocheted against my chest. I opened my eyes and as our gazes locked, my breathing caught. He knew the hold he had on me and he would use it to his advantage. I searched through his eyes until his words snapped me back to my senses. “What did I

Birthday Girl

Verena ~Birthday~ I had imagined spending my birthday with Daxton, licking gelato on the streets of Monaco, and watching the sunset dip; however, all he had left me was a note on the vanity table. “Happy Birthday, princesa. I hate that this happened but I had to leave for Vietnam because of the hotel scandal that I told you about. I would’ve woken you up but you looked so peaceful and sweet whilst you slept. It would be selfish of me to make you come with me despite knowing how tired you were. I would make this up to you somehow. Enjoy your day, Verena” A faint smile almost stretched my lips but the sharp pain splitting through my skull, sent me wincing instead. I was relieved that he was fine. I had woken up an hour ago as panic made a mess of me when I couldn't find him. I didn't even know where I kept my phone because I was disoriented and sore from last night’s sex escapades. It wasn't until the guard told me he had left in a hurry that I had calmed down and fo

Unhinged Mistresses

Zita I watched the video coverage of Kian and I’s engagement photoshoot, and my stomach twisted at the way he glared at me—like I was some dirty pest he couldn't get rid of—when I wasn’t watching. However, when the camera panned to us, those blue eyes softened as a smile brightened his face and then he would gaze at me as if I meant the world to him. If he were an actor, he would have a shelf full of Oscars. I clicked pause, admiring the way he held me in his arms. Why couldn’t he just be this way with me when the cameras weren't watching? Even if it meant putting on an act, I would take it. I shut the laptop, moving from the bed as anger slowly surged inside of me because of Verena. Why would she call to ask about Kian? I thought she mentioned that she didn’t want to see either of us again? I thought we ended things already? I shook my head, squashing the thoughts about Verena before they could spiral into an endless loop and throw me into a state of depression. I had

The Cops

Zita I arrived at Kian’s office, heart beating mildly in my chest—even though it could turn sporadic any moment from now. I had to calm down. But, how was I supposed to calm down when Kian had canceled all of my calls? While I drove to his office. I had called him a total of sixty-nine times, and was even pulled up by the cops for overspeeding. He had given me a ticket before letting me off. I had to calm down. I couldn't have Kian thinking that I was a lunatic since he had already complained about me being suffocating. “Keep it in, Zita” I inhaled deeply, flashing smiles at those who walked past me before pulling up before the receptionist, smoothing my hair. She lifted her gaze, ready to flash that fake ‘ass’ smile that almost all receptionists threw around but the moment her eyes met mine, the smile on her face slowly faded. “Good evening, I am here to meet my fiancè. Kian Cooper. You should know me right?” I could see the awkwardness in her eyes, as she reached f

Location

Verena I didn't mean to snoop around. Does this even count as snooping around? I didn't care. Anyways, I managed to stumble on Daxton’s high school website, and God—I didn't know that I had this stalking ability in me because why did I check for his pictures that dated far back? I scrolled through every picture and the fact that it made my heart race proved that I was crazy. And wait? Was he once on a hockey team? He only told me football. There was a picture of him skating on the rink, both middle fingers flicked up as he stuck his tongue out. Another picture of him showing his abs. Then the next one, he sat on the rink with his legs sprawled out—tired eyes—but damn he looked hot! The next picture was of a girl blowing a kiss at him and the jealousy that burned in my chest right away. I was crazy. Why would I feel this way over a picture from years back? A picture of him carrying a kid on his shoulder followed. The boy who should be no more than five or four flexed hi

Nightmare

Daxton Mikaelson’s message. “Kian agreed to settle evenly with Verena. However, he keeps coming up with excuses to not sign the papers. He is intentionally stalling the whole process and I wouldn’t be going easy on him anymore.” A low deep laugh left my mouth, adding little or no humor to the chaos building in the conference room. “We should meet for dinner soon, Mikael.” Kian. Kian. Kian. My sweet little nephew— I turned off my phone, shooting death stares at the IT staff who struggled to connect my laptop to the projector. I could see the panic, the stillness that followed when our eyes met. How did I end up with incompetent people? Sweat dripped to his lashes as he struggled to tear his gaze away from me. “S-Sir…” He stuttered. “The laptop seems to be malfunctioning” I half-sighed, darting my eyes to Verena who sat on the chair against the wall. She only read my eyes and understood what I meant. Verena crossed over to Sam with her laptop bag. She removed

Come get her

Verena A week had passed yet I still didn't know who had sent that bouquet to me. No matter how many times I asked Daxton, he refused to tell me, claiming the person was irrelevant. Now, I couldn't help but think that maybe Daxton didn't know and only acted like he did as long as it meant stealing kisses from me whenever I brought up the ‘bouquet’ question. I even suspected Kian since he was the only one who came to mind. But, when I had tried to reach out to him—to start an argument because since we agreed not to have anything to do with each other anymore, why was he sending me flowers! However, the intermediary between us—Kian’s lawyer— claimed that Kian had refused to meet with me. Kian also told his lawyer to pass a message across to me, about how he wanted nothing to do with me anymore, how he was focusing on Zita, and how he needed no distractions. I was the distraction. Interesting. Very interesting. Anyways, his response gave me the clarity that I needed an

Scoundrel

Kian Every nerve in me screamed ‘run’, ‘it isn't too late to return home but ego said ‘yes’. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like my uncle would harm me when he was the one who was clearly in the wrong. Verena must have called him concerning the wreck that I’d made. After realizing that there was no losing with me, he must have given up entirely on her. That was it. That had to be it. Finally, I won in the end and Verena would return home and this whole divorce thing would become shambles. A smile of victory slipped on my face, fading as soon as it came when my car’s dashboard lit up with a sudden vibration that sent me clenching my jaw. How could she call me after forcing Zita on me? She was supposed to give her support to me, stand behind me like every reasonable mother would. But, she chose Zita over me. I wanted to ignore but in the end, she was still my mum. Rather than keep grudges with her—although whatever bad blood I had wi

Trapped Here

Daxton “You rode a scooter to Verena’s neighborhood, broke my car’s window by slamming your fist into it, right?” The anger that glowed in Kian’s eyes slowly subsided—it was that same look he had in his eyes whenever he was caught in a bad act. A tart smile slashed hard across my face. “You are paying for that. With money and your blood” Kian blinked hard as I fixed my eyes back to the tablet I read from. “On six circumstances, you acted like a delivery man just to spy on Verena—” His throat worked and I could make out the way his heart thumped. I mean, it was in his fucking eyes. His lips wobbled like he struggled to formulate words of defense but before he could even speak, I continued, easing myself into the chair. “Then you attempted to break into her house—” A deranged laugh bubbled from my throat and the calmness that swept through me terrified me to the core. This calm part of me had never turned out well. I dreaded it and those who knew me avoided it. “Tw

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