All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

   Daxton     Verena had snapped my restraint in half, my dick straining painfully against my pants and now all I could picture was those luscious lips wrapped around the tip of my dick and her naked body writhing under mine.     Why did she have to be such a tease?    It’s been thirty minutes of waiting for Verena to show up, minutes of deliberating how to drag her out of the dining room. Done with waiting, I yanked my phone out of my pocket, sending a text to Nina. “Send Verena to the third floor now,”     Nina texted back. “Beg me.”    I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying and failing— to rein in the anger threatening to consume me, and resist the urge to palm my dick in my pants. Nina knew how much she annoyed me and she thrived on it.     My jaw ti

Zita Mandy had sent over thirty texts to me in a row. Even an obsessed ex wouldn't behave this way. At first, the text started with her sharing that she keeps seeing someone pacing outside her house. Then the house mysteriously caught fire. When she tried to buy a new one with her savings, she lost everything to a scam. Not long after that, someone stole her car. Then barely days after getting a replacement with the loan she had collected, she woke up to find the windscreen being smashed by masked men in black balaclava. That was how it started—harmless texts of her expressing her fears and paranoia, believing that someone was watching her…hunting her. But now, it has crossed into something else entirely. She threatened to expose me for telling her lies about my relationship with Kian and at the same time, requested for money I had promised her. The actual audacity to even think that I would pay her over ninety thousand dollars just for her to write something that had

Daxton Verena retrieved a frosted ombré cake from the fridge, flopping on the couch beside me. “You said you didn’t want one so don’t ask for mine,” she stabbed the fork into the cake. I stifled the chuckle that almost left my mouth as amusement landed on my brain. “I can’t remember asking for it. You’ve been the one shoving it down my throat,” She slashed me a look that almost made me burst out laughing before she scooped some in her mouth and moaned sweetly. “This is so good. Sure you don’t want some?” Verena popped one eye out. Suddenly, she set the plate on the table, dropping her legs back to the floor. For a brief moment, I was confused until I noticed that her eyes were fixed on my bandaged arm. “Does it still hurt?” Something in her eyes broke as she tried to touch the spot and held her hand back. “It is all my fault, I shouldn’t have agreed to Nina’s request…” Her lips pressed into a thin line. Before Verena could wallow in that prison of self-guilt, I shif

Verena I chewed on my meat slowly, almost thankful for the five minutes of peace when Atlas broke the silence, my gaze flicking to his because what the fuck was he up to again? “Little sister, I got you packets full of peanuts…” I froze, turning to look at him as if he had lost his mind. I didn't like peanuts and had an… Daxton's eyes jerked up to his. “Why did you get her peanuts ? How do you not know that she is allergic to them?” How did Daxton know? Never mentioned it to him before. Atlas’s brows pulled up in surprise. “Really, She is?” I had never felt so bewildered. Ever since my severe allergic reaction in middle school, my family had been meticulous about what I ate. Atlas, despite his love for peanuts, had given them up entirely and avoided anything containing them—just for me. So, why would he ask such… Oh. This was one of his supposed tests. Atlas was really unbelievable. “You are her brother. You should know—” “Right? Is that true?” I gave Atla

  Verena     I heaved another frustrated sigh, staring at the letter in the unwrapped gift box. Zita was bent on infuriating me. This wasn’t normal anymore.     I reached for the letter, unfolding it—face devoid of any emotion.    It read;    “Dearest Verena, I will keep trying until you accept my request to be friends. I want us to put the past behind us and move on to something better. To begin this new chapter together, would you honor me by joining my bridesmaids?”    “It would mean the world to me. Have a nice day. Please don’t send back the invitation this time. Love you.”    This ridiculous cycle of her sending back the invitations that I already returned has been going on for a week now. It first started when she texted me a digital copy of the Invitation. I a