All Chapters of A Secret Affair With My Best Friend's Uncle : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Margaret’s POVI felt my world stop the moment I realised that I had just been caught by Dante, and there was no turning back now. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as panic clawed its way up my throat. Should I start crying and beg for forgiveness? I pondered frantically as I tried to push Julio off me, but his grip tightened, holding my head firmly in place.“He can’t see anything from that angle, so listen to me,” he whispered urgently, his breath hot against my ear, as he instructed me to quickly zip up his pants. My hands shook as I did as told, before he adjusted himself calmly and turned to face Dante, who was watching us with a scrutinising, unreadable gaze.That was when I realised he was right, Dante truly couldn’t see what we had been doing from that angle. But that didn’t mean we were safe. Not at all. I still had to explain why we were in such a compromising position, and my mind raced desperately.“Are you sure you’re comfortable, or do you need to lie back down

Cassandra’s POV My throat parched as I looked at the woman, and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. What was this face-slapping for, anyway? Wasn’t it enough that she got hers back? “I… no, Ms. Lancaster, I think you just heard wrong. Cassandra isn’t thinking of quitting, she just says things she doesn’t mean due to the heat of the moment,” Ms. Claire said, and I was surprised to see someone like her trying to sever the moment. But did I care at all? How would I want to stay in this company knowing she was the one here now? “Don’t say that. I’m sure she’ll want to leave after she knows I’m the MD now, or am I wrong, Cassandra?” Margaret taunted, but I didn’t reply. “The way you’re talking, it seems you both know each other,” Ms. Claire whistled, and I knew it was better for me to deny that immediately. “No, we don’t know each other!” It wouldn’t look good on me if everyone got to know the history between us; I would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Cassandra's POVMy face burned with anger as I looked at the woman who gave birth to me. She hadn’t aged a bit from the image of her in my memories, but the sight of her made my stomach churn with rage.“What are you doing here?” I asked through gritted teeth.“Is that how you greet your mother after so many years?” she asked, which only irritated me further.“What are you..” I began, but I heard the landlord’s voice behind me.“Cassandra, is that you?” she asked, and I froze.I had forgotten to send her the rent for this month after promising that I would never be late once I moved back in, after leaving the apartment Dante gave me.He didn’t send me out, but it didn’t feel right staying there anymore. It made me feel like some sort of mistress living in a fancy apartment I didn’t deserve.“And who’s this?” she asked, stepping closer. I knew she would recognize her if she saw her face, and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be associated with her after the trauma she put me through

Dante’s POV “Are you really going to go ahead with the engagement?” I read the message, and I hissed in frustration as I dropped the phone onto my desk. I had been receiving that message from a burner account for days now, and I knew exactly who it was. It was the crazy stalker I met at the hospital that day. He had told me things about Margaret that I didn’t know; he promised to tell me more if I visited a place with him, but I declined every single time. It was true that Margaret had indeed lied to me, but I believed she must have had her reasons. Or even if those reasons were sinister, I didn’t care anymore, because none of that mattered now. “She’s the one I chose. I will settle with the consequences,” I mumbled, running my hands through my hair in frustration, my chest tight. I was currently in the office even though it was the weekend, but that was because I would be miserable if I stayed at home. Margaret had moved in with me, insisting it would help us bond before the mar

Cassandra’s POVI had thought I would have the best night getting drunk and fucking a random stranger to seal it, but everything went down the drain the moment I saw him at the club, right after he punched the man who had been harassing me.I didn’t think the pervert would have survived that hit. My heart swelled with a confusing mix of admiration and something dangerously close to love as I watched him protect me so fiercely. I only came back to my senses when he mentioned leaving together with him. There was no way I wanted to be alone with him; we were supposed to have gone our separate ways.“No, I’m not leaving with you, Mr. Blackwell!” I deadpanned, convinced that would deter him. Instead, I froze in shock when he lifted me in a bridal carry, right there in front of everyone in the club, and hauled me out.“Let me go! Let me go!” I screamed, slapping at his arm, but I gave up when he didn’t budge an inch.My eyes drifted to his face as we made our way outside, and I hated how me