บททั้งหมดของ A Secret Affair With My Best Friend's Uncle : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Dante's POV “Good morning, master,” I heard the maids greeted as I rushed back to the room, desperate to get there before Cassandra woke up. It still felt like a dream that we were back together after the misunderstanding had been resolved, and even though I had wanted to take it slow yesterday, just to be in her company and ask her how she had survived what happened the other time, I couldn’t help wanting her. I had wanted to bury myself in her all night, and that was exactly what had happened. We made love through the night, even when she woke briefly at midnight, I ravished her, which led her to sleep in longer than usual. I had rushed downtown earlier that morning to get her breakfast from the coffee shop she loved, the one with all her favorite sweets. “Kitten…” I called out as I entered the room, but the space was empty. My eyes lingered on the bed more than anywhere else. I looked at the crumpled sheets, stained with our sweats and release, and my cheeks flushed wit

Cassandra's POV After I left Dante’s place that morning, I was cooped up in my room, thinking about how good the sex we had the other night was, and how foolish I had been to believe Margaret’s elaborate lies. But not long after, Sergio and Ryan came to whisk me out of the room.I had completely forgotten about my promise to take Ryan to the mall. Thank goodness Sergio remembered, he was a better parent than I. We both went to a shopping mall, and while I was absentminded, Ryan slipped away. It took a while for me to realize it.“Sergio, where’s Ryan?” I asked, and he looked equally confused. It only dawned on us then that Ryan was missing.“Oh my goodness, what kind of terrible parent am I!” I blamed myself as we searched the mall. Seeing that our search wasn’t going anywhere, we both went to the announcement room to speed things up.“So you mean you didn’t notice when he slipped away?” the anchor asked, his voice laced with judgment. I didn’t mind; all I cared about was finding my

Cassandra's POVThe last days have been eventful, with everything going smoothly, most especially my relationship with Dante. We had been going on a lot of dates, sometimes with Ryan, though we haven't told him about Dante being his father. We were taking one step at a time.“And I believe we can achieve desirable results if we used that,” I said, as I concluded my presentation, and the conference room erupted into applause.I was currently at a conference held by the minister, where I presented the progress of the project to them, and unlike how I had pictured it, people were receptive towards me. There wasn’t any form of judgment or whispers towards me; it seemed I was the only one that remembered the scandal of Dante and my affair back then.I had thought the shadow of that scandal would forever haunt me, but it seemed I was the only one stuck in the past.“Such an incredible presentation, Ms. Blake,” the minister praised me, as he went on to introduce me to the people around.“Thi

Dante's POV I fidgeted nervously on the rooftop as I waited for Cassandra to join me. I looked at what I had prepared. It was a simple romantic rooftop setup, with candles flickering in delicate glass holders, tracing the edges of the rooftop, and soft fairy lights hanging above, casting a warm golden glow. Roses, her favorite, of course were scattered along the floor, petals drifting in the gentle night breeze. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her walking toward me, wearing the dinner dress I had prepared for her. It fitted her perfectly, her beauty radiant as she got closer. The candles and lights glimmered, but nothing shone brighter than her. “Hello, Mr. Blackwell,” she beamed. I had rehearsed every word, every gesture, but seeing her now, radiant and unsuspecting, made my heart hammer in a way no preparation could mimic. Everything, the soft music from the band, the lights, the scent of flowers was meaningless compared to the moment I would finally ask her to be mine for

Cassandra’s POVThe church went silent as everyone stared at Margaret, their hearts lodged in their throats. I looked around frantically, searching for something, anything, I could use to distract her, but there was nothing within reach.So I tried to reason with her.I shot Sergio a pointed look, silently urging him to hide Ryan. I didn’t want that crazy woman to see my son and completely lose whatever shred of reason she had left. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some of Dante’s men slowly positioning themselves behind her, and I breathed a small sigh of relief. Still, I needed to keep Margaret engaged.“I want y’all dead! I want every single one of you dead!” she roared. She spun around just in time to catch Dante’s men moving toward her. “Are you really testing me? Do you want me to blow this place up?” she shrieked, her hand tightening around the detonator.“Stop! All of you, move back!” I ordered sharply. The last thing I wanted was for her to lose control and risk everyon