Semua Bab My Step-Uncle's Plaything: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Alice“I’m glad you’re finally here,” Mom said brightly the moment I stepped inside the house. The excitement in her voice was unmistakable, as if she had something she couldn’t wait to show off. “Your Uncle Lance is already here.”My chest tightened.Slowly, I turned my head in the direction she was pointing—and there he was.Lance.Casually seated on the sofa, one arm draped over the backrest, his posture relaxed… yet his gaze was fixed straight on me. As if he had known—no, expected—that I would walk in at that exact moment.“I’m glad you’re here,” Mom repeated, still smiling as if there was no tension hanging thickly in the air. “Your Uncle Lance has arrived, why don’t you greet him?”I looked at Mom and nodded. I didn't want to show her my uneasiness, so I excused myself after glancing at Lance and nodding.“I-I’ll just go change,” I said quickly. I stepped closer to Mom, kissed her cheek, then turned away almost immediately. I needed distance. Even just a few minutes.But befor

Lance“I’m heading out,” Dad said as he adjusted his coat. He gave Lemuel a brief but meaningful tap on the shoulder. Nothing dramatic, just enough to acknowledge him, then nodded at Annabelle before finally turning away.Honestly, I didn’t expect Dad to attend this wedding. I thought he had long closed that door on Lemuel, especially after my brother chose a path that went against his wishes years ago. That’s why seeing him here, even silent, even distant, meant more than I wanted to admit. I felt relieved. More than that, I was happy. Happy for Lemuel. Happy for this day.The guests began leaving one by one. The event hall slowly returned to quiet, that kind of stillness that comes after something momentous has ended. I was about to excuse myself as well when I heard my sister-in-law.“Where’s Alice?” Annabelle asked, scanning the hall.“I saw her with her friend… and her boyfriend,” I replied, keeping my tone calm even though I could feel a faint irritation creeping in.Both of the

Mature ContentAliceLike he said, he wasn't done yet. After giving him a head in the car, we went up to Mom and her new husband's unit.When we entered, he led me into one of the two guest rooms, which, according to Uncle Lemuel, who is now my new Daddy, is my room when I want to stay with them.Lance sat on the bed while he made me kneel in front of him after taking off his pants and briefs.I was ready to please him again, but he stopped me. He raised my chin, making me look at him."You're so beautiful, Alice." He stared at my face as he said that.I felt his finger brushing on my cheek, making me close my eyes. I really couldn't refuse him. I want him as much as he wants me."Open your eyes and look at me." I did as he said. "Do you want me?"I wanted to say no. But I couldn't. I was afraid he might suddenly leave and leave me. "Yes," I replied without hesitation."Then, what are you waiting for? I'm all yours." As he said that, I immediately grabbed his cheek and kissed him. Our

Alice“This will be your station,” Sir Rene said, pointing to an empty desk near the side of the open office. It was beside several other workstations occupied by three women and a man—secretaries, judging by their posture and manner.“Thank you, Sir Rene,” I replied, keeping my voice steady even though I could already feel eyes watching me.“To be clear,” he added, lowering his voice slightly, “you’re assigned to the Office of the CEO. But Sir Lance instructed that you can be pulled in by the Marketing Department whenever they need extra help, since it aligns with your course.”I nodded. “Yes, sir. I understand.”Inside, my chest tightened.Office of the CEO.Which meant that no matter how much I wanted to avoid him… I was still dangerously close.“Guys,” Sir Rene called out to the four employees nearby, “this is Alice. She’ll be working with us as an intern starting today.”All of them turned toward me. Their smiles were polite, but there was clear curiosity—especially when they hea

LanceInside the meeting room, the air feels heavy, almost suffocating, as if there isn't enough oxygen to go around. I'm surrounded by key people from the PR and Marketing departments—all silent, all on edge. Laptops are open in front of them, charts glowing on their screens, yet not a single one dares to speak first.My temper is already running hot.The issue is trending online. A single customer complained about MobTech's upgraded mobile phone model. Just one complaint, yes—but enough to damage the brand's image if left unchecked."What's your plan for this?" I ask sharply, my voice firm and unforgiving. "I already raised this last week. I warned all of you. So why did it still escalate?"No one answers right away.Until Zoey, the PR Head, shifts slightly in her seat. Her cautious posture gives her away."The customer service team said it's already resolved, sir," she says softly. "They followed up with the customer to confirm if she was satisfied with our response and the action