All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Verena Different thoughts on how to kill Kian stormed my mind. But would I risk my ass sitting in jail for a piece of shit like Kian? No. How I never realized how manic he was left me reeling. It was either that he was good at hiding that side of him or he was multifaceted. As I climbed up the stairs, my hands ripped through my hair. Maybe I should report him to his parents. But, those two would never believe me. To them, Kian was an Angel who could do no wrong. I should call the cops on him. That should work. And Daxton— I stilled, sucking in a deep breath as confusion nudged at the corners of my heart. It’s been two hours since I sent that picture of what his nephew did and there has been no response from him. Did he consider me a burden? Or did he believe that I was doing too much by involving him in my issues with Kian? “I don’t know” I groaned and honestly, I didn’t like how I felt. I would never forgive Kian for this mess. He was the reason I cleaned no

Verena A fog of confusion clouded my brain as I set the mug rising with steam back to the dresser. “Why are you asking me about Kian’s whereabouts?” I glanced at Daxton who was on the balcony, busy with a phone call. Jana shrieked over the phone. “The private investigator we hired traced his last movements to that slum of a neighborhood that you live in!” Kian was missing? Good for him! I leaned against the dresser, randomly blowing air to the tip of my fingers while listening as she ranted on and on about how Kian had been missing for a week and five days or thereabouts. She breathed heavily over the phone and when I figured out that she had stopped talking, I responded. “Are you done?” “What!” Her tone was clipped. “If your son is missing, shouldn’t you be filing a missing person’s report? Why are you even asking me about Kian when we are separated?” I almost raised my voice not until I locked eyes with Daxton through the glass. He had already dropped the phon

Daxton I took a long drag of my cigar, blowing a cloud into the dimly lit room before my eyes narrowed on my nephew who slept on the cold floor with his hands tied behind him, groaning and wincing at intervals. I had lied. It didn't take me an hour to join Kian, instead, it took seventy-two hours. Setting Kian free just because he signed the divorce papers was too easy for him. I wanted him to suffer, burst that bubble of safety that was around him, pierce that ego that made him believe that he was unreachable and untouchable. I was only teaching my nephew a lesson. The same one his parents failed to incorporate in him. It was just that my own idea of discipline for brats like my nephew wasn't like anyone else’s—mine was brutal. I glanced at one of the men. “Wake him up!” I leaned back in the chair, scrolling through my phone to check pictures of Verena. The ones I had randomly taken of her when she dried her hair, when she scrunched her face at the bowl of cereal she al

Verena Silence engulfed the conference room and the only notable sound was that of the paper being flipped. Mikaelson leaned by his side, whispering. “Once the transfer is executed, it will indeed be over!” A smile managed to slip on my face and I gave him the silent ‘thumbs up’ moving to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear when I paused mid-way, upon locking eyes with Kian who sat across from me. Beige Band-Aids were scattered across his face—the bridge of his nose, next to his temple, one above his eyebrow, and the corner of his jaw. I’d wanted to ask him questions but he wasn't my business anymore. Plus, I still held a grudge towards him for breaking into my apartment. So, he deserved everything he got. Thanks to whoever battered him this way. He darted his eyes away from me, only for them to darken on Mikaelson. What was his problem? His lawyer, Austin’s voice cut through the budding tension in the room as he slid the file over to me. “A villa in Spain and the

Verena ~Neil and Jana’s Wedding Anniversary~ They say the best revenge is silence but in my own books, the best form of revenge was pettiness. And tonight—Neil and Jana’s wedding anniversary— the only star of the show would be me. As I strutted into the hall where people dressed in black—the official dress code for the party—huddled together in small groups. Slowly, the laughter and music ceased as heads turned to me, gasps and murmurs trailing behind me. A small gasp was elicited from Kian’s mouth as he poured non-alcoholic wine into Zita’s glass, the liquid rising higher with every second that his eyes followed me until it hit the brim and spilled all over Zita’s black dress. Annoyance blared in her eyes as she shrieked, ready to slam both hands on Kian’s chest only for her eyes to widen to a fraction as they clashed with mine. All I did was give her a smug smile. I wasn’t here for either of them. I was here for the woman who raised a glass of martini to her mo