All Chapters of Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elena's POV"Give it a try!" Noah's voice was low, smooth, and deceptively calm, yet the way his eyes lingered on me made my stomach clench. Sharp, measuring, almost predatory, but beneath that, a slow-burning heat that set my nerves alight.I closed my eyes, my trembling hand sliding along the silk of my nightgown, inching between my thighs. My fingers found that sensitive spot, brushing back and forth.It wasn't the first time I'd done this. Back in high school, the cheerleaders had teased me, calling me a "nerdy virgin," and in the quiet of the night, I'd explored my own body. My fantasies then had been innocent, centered on the firefighter-themed Christmas calendar that my old friend Nicole had gifted me before she moved to Paris.Now, the man in front of me was no calendar, he was a Mafia boss, strong and commanding in ways no fantasy hero could match. If he were just a stranger, I could have let him be the subject of all my future daydreams.But reality was harsher.Here I was,

Elena's POVI was awoken by the sunlight that still managed to slip through the curtains. I stirred awake, feeling every inch of my body aching as though I'd run a marathon.My head throbbed in pain with the bit of sleep I had and too many memories I didn't want to replay.The bedsheet was tangled around my legs like silk shackles. For a moment, I didn't move. I just listened to the soft hum of water running in the bathroom, a reminder that I wasn't alone.Then the door opened, and my heart thumped like crazy.Noah stepped out in his glory, a towel slung low around his hips, teasingly showcasing that sexy V-line on his hips, and his chest was glistening with droplets that traced lazy paths over tanned skin before disappearing into the cotton.His dark brown hair was damp, falling over his forehead, and the faint scent of his refreshing shampoo, which shouts danger, filled the air.My face instantly turned crimson as last night's chaos flashed through my mind, causing my heart to skip

Elena's POVTo be your uncle's sex partner.I almost said it. But the words stopped at the edge of my tongue, trapped behind clenched teeth.He was already seething, and I could feel his anger radiating like heat."Let me guess," he went on, voice dripping with accusation. "You came running to him, didn't you? Told him everything I did? You think you can get me punished?"I blinked, startled. "Punished? What do you mean?"Jake laughed bitterly. "Don't play dumb. Thanks to you, my graduation project was deemed unqualified after the stupid principal answered a call from my uncle."His voice dropped, seething with anger. "And you know what? My mom cancel my credit card because of that f*cking graduation project. You happy now?"My breath caught. Noah did that?The idea that he might have done it because of me sent a strange shiver through my chest—half shock, half something I didn't want to name.Jake's precious architectural project, his "masterpiece", wasn't even entirely his. I'd help

Elena's POVI stood frozen on the gravel, the stench of Jessica's spilt juice soaking into the silk of my dress.The Bentley was gone, and so were they, leaving me in silence that felt heavier than any noise."Miss Campbell," Caleb said, pulling me from the haze.I looked down at the ugly brownish-green stain, a physical representation of my place in this house. A useless dirt no one could care less about."I can have that taken to a professional cleaner, if you like," he said in a monotonous voice.My head snapped up at him in surprise.I'd expected... I don't know. An order, another scolding, or something… But not this. Not a quiet, practical kindness. A warmth I didn't know I needed bloomed in my chest, pushing back the sting of humiliation."Thank you," I said, my voice sounding small as I continued with hesitancy, "And... Can I call you Caleb? 'Mr. Driver' feels a little too formal, considering..."A small smile formed on his lips, but it was gone as fast as it came. "Caleb is fi

Elena's POVThe moment his fingers tipped my chin upward, my breath locked in my chest.His room felt suddenly smaller, walls closing in with the weight of the leather, the polished metal, the quiet threat humming in the air.I'd known Noah Marlowe was dangerous.But I never expected his danger to look like this dark, deliberate, intimate. He looked like a Pandora's box. I might pay the price for my curiosity."I, I'm sorry," I managed, voice trembling. "I'm just curious. Caleb warned me not to open it. But the door wasn't locked and I thought it was, I didn't know, "His thumb brushed along my jaw, not rough or punishing.His move was soft, so soft that it could rob me of my senses."You didn't know," he echoed, amusement threading through his voice. "Yet you walked in anyway.""I thought that secret room held your collection, like a room full of masks for hiding his identity, similar to the golden one he wore when we first met. These might be helpful for my paintings, I mean, the m