Semua Bab Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: Bab 191 - Bab 200

Cassandra’s POVI was buzzing with excitement, a wicked thrill humming under my skin as I watched raw hunger darken Alaric’s eyes. He wanted this as much as I did. He wanted me to take him apart, even if every line of his powerful body still screamed that he was the one used to calling the shots, but not tonight. Tonight he was mine.He offered his hand without a second’s hesitation. I held his gaze for a long moment, wondering how I would handle him. I let the tension coil tighter around us, then stood slowly, a sinful smirk spreading across my lips.“Strip for me, husband,” I ordered, a mischievous glint appearing in my eyes.Heat flared in his stare, a mix of surprise and lust, then a flicker of that delicious defiance that had me dripping between my thighs for him, but he complied.He straightened on the couch, his broad shoulders rolling as he tugged the loose silk tie free with a soft hiss. His cufflinks clinked quietly onto the side table. The dinner jacket slid off his shoulde

Cassandra’s POVThree months later Three months had flown by faster than I could have imagined. People always said time moves quickly when you’re in love, and I suppose it was true. Before I knew it, I was already thirty weeks pregnant. My body was changing in ways I hadn’t expected. My bump had grown enough that hiding it was becoming a small battle, but I had managed so far in baggy clothes. Since it was my first pregnancy, the curve of my stomach wasn’t massive yet. I had spent the last few months carefully adjusting my clothes, layering, choosing the right fabrics so no one would suspect. It was exhausting sometimes, but it had to be done. If news got out I was Alaric’s Von Duvall wife I would have to start moving with security...Ever since Priscilla had left, the villa felt peaceful. Alaric had done his best to balance work and home, and thankfully, there had been no news from Natasha. The boy, Axel, Alaric’s son, was slowly recovering after his surgery. He was ju

Cassandra’s POV Everything went silent after his words, like my ears had stopped working properly. I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh it off, to say it was a mistake, a misunderstanding, anything but what he had just said. My chest tightened, my fingers clutching the bedsheet as if that alone could steady me.“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarse and unfamiliar. “What are you talking about, Dad?” Mum immediately stepped forward, her hand brushing my arm gently, almost cautiously. “Cassandra, you just woke up. This isn’t the time for...” she gave dad a look to shoot him upDad ignored her.. “She isn’t a child, Bianca,” Dad snapped, cutting her off sharply. His cold eyes were fixed on me. “She deserves to know.”My heart started pounding harder, dread creeping up my spine. “Know what?” I demanded, my voice rising despite how weak I felt. “Stop talking in circles and explain properly.”He exhaled, like he was already tired of me, then spoke in a tone tha

Cassandra’s POV I couldn't stop trembling. I have never been this scared before. Behind me, I vaguely registered Sinclair stepping closer, his presence was silent. For once, he said nothing. His coat draped over my trembling shoulders but I could barely register anything. Rebecca appeared again moments later, moving fast, her face was serious.“We need to operate,” she said quickly, grabbing my attention. “The poison you were exposed to during pregnancy has affected his lungs. We have to act now.”Her words barely registered properly.Operate.My ears rang. “What…?” I whispered, my voice hollow.“There’s no time, Cassandra,” she said, pressing a form into my shaking hands. “We need your consent.”My fingers trembled so badly I could barely hold the pen. The paper blurred in front of my eyes. This couldn’t be happening.“Please…” I whispered, not even sure who I was begging anymore. My hand shook as I signed.My hand felt like it didn’t belong to me as I forced my name o

Cassandra’s POVI could not make sense of anything anymore.The documents in my hands felt heavier than they should have, as though they carried something dark beneath the surface. My fingers trembled as I stared at the photographs again. My face was there in every single one they were all taken unaware and wherever Sinclair should have been, there was nothing. He had been cut out completely.Not edited cleanly or professionally but literally cut off. This obsessive behaviour made me tremble. My chest tightened as a suffocating thought settled in.Could Alaric really be capable of something like this?From the very beginning, I had sensed that something was off. There had always been something beneath his calm exterior. I had ignored it because he loved me, or at least because I believed he did. I had wanted to be loved badly enough to overlook the things that did not make sense.My grip tightened around the photographs as my thoughts spiralled. The video, the agreement, the