Todos os capítulos de Game Of Chess With My Ex-Husband's Uncle : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

~ Vivienne's POVI woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the warm weight of an arm draped across my waist.For a moment, disorientation clouded my mind. This wasn't my hotel room. This bed was too big, too comfortable. And there was someone—Lorenzo.The memories of last night came flooding back in vivid detail. The confession. The kiss. The way I'd climbed onto his lap and given myself to him completely.Heat flooded my face and I was grateful he couldn't see my expression from where he was spooned behind me.We'd had sex. Actually had sex. After weeks of stopping, of maintaining boundaries, of keeping him at a distance—I'd finally let go.And it had been... incredible. Mind-blowing. Everything I'd remembered from five years ago and more.But now, in the clear light of morning, reality was settling in.I'd slept with Lorenzo. I'd told him I loved him. I was currently naked in his bed, wrapped in his arms.What did this mean? What happened now?Behind me, Lorenzo s

~ Lorenzo's POVI woke up the morning after Vivienne left feeling simultaneously complete and hollow.Complete because she'd finally given herself to me. Because she'd said she loved me. Because I knew with absolute certainty that she was mine now, even if she was still adjusting to that reality.Hollow because she wasn't in my bed. Because I'd had to let her leave when all I wanted was to keep her wrapped in my arms.I reached for my phone and sent her a message.{Good morning, beautiful. Already counting the hours until I see you tonight.}Her reply came a few minutes later.[You're ridiculous. I just left yesterday.]{And yet it feels like forever.}[Definitely ridiculous.]I smiled at my phone like a lovesick fool. Eric walked into my bedroom without knocking—a privilege I was going to have to revoke now that Vivienne would hopefully be spending more time here."Boss, we have a problem."I set down my phone. "What kind of problem?""The Blackwell Group annual gala. It's tonight."

Marco sat on the couch in his underwear, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table in front of him. The television droned on in the background—some mindless evening program he wasn't really watching.His life had become this. Sitting at home, drinking, stewing in his anger and resentment while the world moved on without him.Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Lorenzo had kicked him off the board, three weeks since his grandfather had looked at him with such disappointment, three weeks since his entire world had come crashing down around him.And it was all Lorenzo's fault.That bastard uncle of his had waltzed back into the family after twenty-five years and immediately started destroying everything Marco had worked for. Never mind that Marco had spent his entire life preparing to take over the company. Never mind that he was the rightful heir, the grandson, the one who'd stayed and endured the family politics while Lorenzo had been off doing god knows what.None of t

~ Vivienne's POVThe elevator doors slid open to Lorenzo's penthouse, and before I could even step inside, his hands were on me."Lorenzo—" I started, but he cut me off with a kiss that stole whatever protest I'd been about to make.His mouth was hot and demanding against mine, one hand gripping my waist while the other cupped the back of my neck. I melted into him, my fingers clutching at his tuxedo jacket as he walked me backward into the apartment.The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly we were alone. No cameras, no business associates, no Marco lurking in corners with his pathetic attempts at winning me back.Just us."I've been wanting to do this all night," Lorenzo murmured against my lips, his hands already finding the zipper at the back of my burgundy gown. "Watching you in this dress, knowing every man in that room wanted you—""But I'm yours," I finished, gasping as the zipper gave way and cool air hit my bare back."Yes." His voice was possessive, dark with promise.

~ Vivienne's POV The silence that followed Jacob's words was suffocating.I stared at my brother, waiting for him to take it back. To say he misspoke, that he was angry and not thinking clearly, that what he'd just said was impossible.He didn't."What do you mean?" My voice came out barely above a whisper. "What are you saying?""You heard me," Jacob said, his voice stripped of all warmth now."Our mother died in an accident. She was with—" I stopped, the pieces clicking together slowly, painfully. I turned to Jadon. "She was with Lorenzo's mother that day. I always knew that. But nobody ever told me the full story.""Because we didn't want you to know," Jadon said flatly. "You were too young, and after everything you went through with Marco, we thought it would break you.""Tell me now," I said.Jacob crossed his arms. "Lorenzo was there that day. He was the target, Vivienne. His enemies came for him, and our mother got caught in the middle of it.""She wasn't supposed to be there,