All Chapters of BOUND TO My EX'S UNCLE : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Rhys didn't turn around. His hands were trembling, shoved deep into his pockets."I can't," he said quietly. "And I won't."Then he walked out.Lena sat alone at the table. The roses sat between them, untouched. The champagne sat in its glass, bubbles rising and popping.She stared at the door where he had disappeared. Then she laughed in disbelief. Her eyes reddened. “Wow,” she muttered under her breath.Even after everything. He still wouldn’t let her go.Her gaze lowered to the ruined divorce papers. The ink had bled into the wine, turning parts of the page into a smudged mess.She almost wanted to laugh again. How ridiculous.Rhys had always been like this. Controlled and calculated.Even after she had lost their child. Leaving her seventeen calls unanswered while she bled.Her throat tightened.Lena reached for the champagne and took a sip.It felt bitter in her throat. Nothing like she imagined champagne would taste. But she drank again anyway.The restaurant looked exactly the

Evelyn woke with a frown. Something felt wrong.The room was dark, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. She stayed still for a moment, blinking at the ceiling. Then a dull ache spread across her waist.Evelyn stiffened. Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach.“…Ow.”The soreness stretched from her lower back to her waist. Not sharp. But uncomfortable enough to make her uneasy.Her brows knitted.Immediately, her thoughts flew to the fortune teller."I cannot feel your pregnancy. As if it's not there."Her heartbeat picked up. Evelyn turned toward the other side of the bed. Roman wasn’t there.Her heart became frantic. “Roman?”No answer. She sat up with effort, pushing the blanket away.The soreness hit again, causing her to wince.“Ugh…” She pushed herself off the bed.The hallway remained quiet. Only one room carried light beneath the door. The study.Roman's calm voice drifted through."…the quarterly projections need to be revised. I want them

Leo drove with one hand, the other gripping his phone. The address was burned into his memory.His mind replayed the trembling voice over and over again.‘Those men. They came back.’His grip tightened. He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he brought her here.Leo drove faster. The streets blurred past him. The buildings grew older as he turned into a quieter part of the city.The neighborhood looked almost forgotten.He slowed the car, brows furrowing as he tried to remember the exact building.When he finally noticed the familiar block, he froze. Three men stood at the apartment building, watching and loitering around.Leo cursed under his breath, and pulled up his phone.“Police emergency,” the operator answered.Leo kept his gaze fixed on the men. “There are suspicious men trespassing outside an apartment building.”His voice hardened. “They appear to be harassing a young woman.”He gave the address, described the men, and hung up.Five minutes later, a patrol car ro

Roman lifted the baby from the water. His hands were shaking. His breath caught in his throat.The baby was coated in a thick, white, waxy substance. It clung to the tiny shoulders, the creases of the elbows, the folds of the neck. Roman wiped the baby's face with a clean towel, his movements clumsy, almost reverent.Then he noticed the slightly protruding part of the baby’s sex."A boy." Roman stared. For a second, his mind blanked.Evelyn's head lifted weakly, breathing heavily. "What?""A boy." Roman repeated. Gazing at the tiny face, the clenched fists, and the open mouth wailing at the world. He let out a short laugh in disbelief. "It's a boy."His eyes grew wet.Roman had been so sure. That he turned the whole nursery pink and only bought dresses. The name he had picked was for a daughter. Buy all of it was wrong. Turns out Evelyn won.Staring at the baby, he no longer cared. All he saw was his first child. Born by the woman he loved more than anything. It was like a dream come

Theon held his breath.The world around him seemed to slow, the sounds of the room fading into a distant hum. He stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.She was nothing like the person he remembered.Months ago, even though she had been weak and sick, she always had that sharp edge. Always wrapped in baggy clothes and filled with defiance. But now—something had shifted. She stood differently. In a more softer way. Her presence carried a quiet weight he hadn't noticed before.Her hair had grown past her shoulders, falling in soft waves that caught the light. It framed her face, highlighting features he had never taken the time to really see.His heart did something stupid."Hi."Her voice pulled him back. She was smiling.He couldn't speak. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.Roman's elbow dug into his ribs."Say something," Roman muttered.Theon blinked, then forced a smile."Hi." His voice came out rough. He raised his hand for a handshake.‘What am I doing?’H