All Chapters of Craving My Forbidden Ex’s Uncle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella’s POV“Somebody help me please,” I groaned, finally collapsed on the ground. A nurse ran towards me, her file hitting the ground as she crashed. “Code red, code red,” she said calmly into her pager.“Hello ma'am,” I turned my head towards her, her face blurry from my tears. “Please,” I begged. “Save my baby.”“Possible miscarriage occuring, requesting a bed.”A bed was rolled towards us and I felt strong arms grab me from underneath my shoulder, helping me up and placing me on it. I refused to look in-between my legs, refusing to acknowledge it was happening again.Tears fell from my eyes as they rolled me into the hospital room and after what seemed like forever, a male doctor dragged the curtains open.“Mrs. Martinez?” He looked at me sadly. “I am so sorry. The baby did not make it.”The first drop fell on my face and I tasted it, the salt in my sadness. “I lost it?”“Yes. We tried our possible best,” he said assuredly, “but by the time you came in, it was already late.”I

Donatello’s POVI cracked my knuckles hard, scars and silver rings lined on them, watching her trembling body stand, a mocking grin to her face as she made her grim toast to the bar. What had happened?I wanted to relax after what I had just done tonight. The job wasn't always easy and sometimes, I had to go out myself to neutralize threats made to me. I quickly disposed of the body, before stopping in the random bar, my five thousand dollar suit already making me look out of place, but when the men looked up in my face, they knew I was able to afford it with blood as my major currency.Isabella Martinez feathers from her stool, almost collapsing. She was wasted, maybe even more and I understood her heartbreak. However, she was still asleep pathetic as I knew women to be.While her husband would probably be buried inside the pussy of the other woman, she was here, moaning and bitching about them to anyone she could.I shook my head, wondering if I should message him. I knew she didn'

Donatello's POV“Wait.”She stopped me in my tracks, right when I was about to escape from her emerald eyes. They were hooded yesterday, from being drunk and today, they glowed with each word she spoke, shining and reflecting like the jewel it was named after.“Marcus told me something about you.”“I suppose he speaks a great deal about me,” I replied, not knowing where this was headed. “Well yes,” she confirmed. “He told me a certain thing though.”I turned around, looking at her in that stupid torn dress that exposed her milky thighs. “What is it?”“Are you still looking for a surrogate?” she blurted out, her face turning red.A surrogate.Yes, I was.I said nothing, allowing her to speak instead.“It's just that, he told me you wanted a child and I want a child too and I wa shooting we could help each other,” she bit her bottom lip.“Yes, I am looking for a woman to carry my heir,” I said honestly. I wasn't interested in having babies, just legacy.“Yes. I want to help you.”I sca

Donatello's POV I collapsed on my chair, groaning at how hard my dick was. That red dress against her skin, the way the material seems glued to her breast, her hips, her ass.Fuck this girl was a nightmare.She was seducing me. Slowly and definitely. It took everything in me not to grab her neck and throw her on the floor earlier. She wouldn't be able to handle me.Someone knocked on the office door.“Come in,” I said.I smelt her perfume as she waltzed into my office. “Donatello,” her low voice haunted me.“What do you want, Isabella?”My hands shook, not out of fear, but worry at what I would do to her. She needed to leave.She came closer to me, and then I felt her hand on my chest. I looked up into her green eyes, seeing how bright they shined with desire.Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, and her pink lips struggled to say the words.“If I touch you,” I growled, “you're going to be mine.”Isabella does not shift away.I stand up quickly, hauling her by her waist

Isabella's POVThe car slid to a stop in front of the small court room. Just as I was about to open the doors, it opened by itself, being held by Donatello's bodyguard.“Thank you,” I said to him. He didn't reply, closing the door instead. “What is your name?”“Dmitri,” he said roughly. He followed behind me, a tense presence and an aura that smelled like death. I saw why he was a guard, his tall bulky frame similar to Donatello's, his eyes were wild, and he looked around him, taking in every information as quickly as possible.I went up the stairs of the courthouse, my heels clicking with each step. I felt powerful, like I was in control and I had the backing of a strong man with me.“Isabella?”I looked up. Just at the entrance, my ex husband and ex best friend stood there. My eyes dropped down ,seeing the bump that formed in Sarah's middle. “Wow,” she said. I was wearing a black gown, with gold buttons. My LV shoe was a red bottom, the heels lifting me up so I could look into her