บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

CASSANDRA'S POV That conversation left me unsettled. What did Alaric owe Priscilla? My gut told me things weren't simple at all. I slowly stalked towards the bed with my hand on my stomach. I needed to leave him, and this chaos. We needed to talk things over but at this rate, I don't think I could casually leave here until things with the press settled down Then a scary thought snuck into my mind. Alaric was powerful enough to control the media, but why hasn't he settled things down? Was he using this as a means to hold me here? I suddenly felt like a captive. I settled on an armchair and then slid into Rebecca's dm. She should be asleep now after a long night at the hospital, but fortunately, her status read online. Maybe this was a sign. My fingers immediately started to type. My hands trembled slightly but it felt like the best thing to do. I didn't belong here and needed to cut ties with the Von Duvall family. Cassie: Hi. I need to ask you a question. The messag

Cassandra's POV "Do you know when he will be back?" I asked despite knowing the possible answer. She shook his head. "No madam, only his assistant Nathan is aware of his schedule. Maybe I can contact Nathan for you to inquire about his schedule." My eyes sparkled for a moment. So his assistant's name was Nathan. "Can you do that?" I asked him, trying to hold back my excitement. Gregory gave me a faint smile before he nodded. "Of course, I have Nathan's number. I will contact him for you," Gregory replied politely. I nodded then turned towards the bedroom. My appearance wasn't fancy at the moment. I was barefoot with a bird nest on my head and I think I was also drooling too "Will you be having breakfast in your room or downstairs?" He enquired politely. I stopped for a moment before replying "I think I will have breakfast in the garden. If that is possible, I saw there is a cute gazebo there. " I replied. Staying in the room was a bit depressing.

Cassandra's POV Who was she? I was curious who the woman was who could make a man like a complete mess. He broke the kiss, my eyes fluttered, dazed by the sight of him Even in this state he was alluring. His shirt had some loose buttons at the top, and his dark hair was ruffled to the side. The dim light contrasted against him, making him look nothing less than a demon of lust, and my core cried desperately for the demon I should not want. He was thinking of another woman and I was too twisted to acknowledge it. I should have shoved him then but...bloody hell he was a succubus My chest heaved trying to catch up with what was happening. He didn't give me the chance to think. His lips were soon on me again, buried in my neck, kissing and nibbling down to the cleavage of my nightie. I was beyond turned on by this point it felt like I was the drunk one. He parted my legs with a simple movement and soon his crotch was pressed against my wet folds. My nightie had risen to my wa

Cassandra’s POVMy breath hitched as the cold water sizzled down my skin. Trickling down my head leaving me completely soaked but still heated from our earlier confrontation. My chest heaved as I caught my breath. My chin was propped high, and his fingers dug into it as I stared at him without batting an eyelid. The cold water ran down my shoulders, slid through my hair, and soaked the fabric of my nightie until it clung like a second skin. "If anyone is going to have a heart attack, it's you, Gramps." I taunted back and his finger dug deeper. His breath fanned against my face; it carried a faint scent of morning breath, but I didn't find it repulsive in the least way, as it should. "You are really pushing it, Sunshine." He hissed. I smirked at him, not bothered by the proximity. "It's not a lie, you.." I knew I was pushing, but by calling him gramps. He was just 30 and didn't even look it, but at this point, I have lost my reason. The rest of my wo

Alaric's POV Fuck it... What the hell just happened? I stood under the shower letting the water fall over me. The image of Cassandra writhing because of intense Desires and anger kept playing in my mind like a broken tape God damnit. I hissed. I didn't expect myself to lose it like that. She really knew how to pull out my dark side even when she wasn't provocative everything about her just screams out for something I buried deep in me to resurface I remembered the look in her eyes when she slid down the wall. She was wrecked and devastated, but why did seeing her like that stir something so dark, so primal in me that I didn't want to admit it? At that moment, I was this close to pressing her against the glass walls and finishing what I started. Fuck her until she fixed the glare in her eyes as if it was my fault her nipples always stood when she was close to me. I gripped my cock, which was throbbing again, shortly after I left the bathroom, because my b