All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Uncle… and My Baby Daddy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

It was around 3:00 AM when the low hum of the engine cut through the silence in the estate. The sound of tires against asphalt alerted the security detail that the master of the house had returned, but Eric didn't care who he alerted. He was dead tired, his bones aching from a day of corporate warfare that felt like it would never end.His footsteps were heavy, echoing off the marble floors as he walked into the house. He was greeted by a cold, empty, hollow silence residing within the place he called home. Usually, there was a faint scent of Autumn’s perfume or a light left on in the parlor, but tonight, the mansion felt devoid of life. It felt like a museum,beautiful, expensive, and dead.He walked straight toward the kitchen, the dim night lights casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. He poured himself a glass of water, his hand trembling slightly from fatigue. He stood there in the dark, staring out the window at the moonlit grounds, contemplating everything.The stress of

I was exhausted from a day of work. My feet felt like they were on fire; I’d had to oversee some technical improvements, which meant being on my feet all day and most likely obtaining blisters.I passed by Eric’s bedroom to get to mine, and I saw him casting a lingering glance at me, like he wanted to say something. I pretended not to see him. I would only see past this if he actually apologized. All I wanted was a simple “I am sorry,” with no strings attached or any excuses. A simple admission of his mistakes.I opened the door, tossing my bag on the couch. I moved to the shower while grabbing a change of clothes to rid myself of the day. When I was done, I stepped out and reached for my bag which held my phone.From my peripheral vision, I saw something on the bed.It looked like a gift bag. I reached for it, trying to decode what the fuck this was, anyway. “Who left this here?” I said to myself. I looked through the bag and saw what looked to be a jewelry box of sorts. I brought it

Sebastian’s POVTHE NIGHT BEFOREThe cool night air drifted through the clearing, bringing a tranquility that had nothing to do with peace for those sitting there. While Autumn and Eric were having their explosive showdown in the mansion, another connection was supposedly blossoming elsewhere—two people finding each other and getting lost within themselves. Or so it seemed.“Sorry I’m late,” a figure said, her voice soft as she approached the table.Sebastian looked up from the menu, his face immediately shifting into a welcoming mask. “Hey,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, gravitating register. “You’re not late. I was just early.”He stood up with practiced grace, pulling out her chair and adjusting it carefully as she sat.“You are such a gentleman, Sebastian,” Chloe cooed, fixing him with a soft, shy glance that spoke volumes of her naivety.“When a beautiful woman graces me with her presence, I could be nothing less,” he said, staring intently into her eyes, making sure hi

After Eric’s stunt with my bank accounts a few days ago, I had dived headfirst into my work. I refused to let his petty, controlling nature consume my thoughts. If he wanted a war of attrition, I would give him one, but I wouldn’t do it while sitting at home and crying.True to his word, he had frozen every single one of my primary accounts. Following my discussion with Sebastian, I had gone to the bank to attempt a reactivation of my old student account—a relic from my university days that I hoped to use to wire my paychecks. But even there, I was met with a wall of polite, corporate resistance. The clerk told me, with an apologetic wince, that the account had been flagged and frozen after they received authorization from the higher-ups.I knew it was his doing. There was nobody else with that kind of reach, that kind of cold, calculated precision. But as I sat in my office, one thing remained unclear. Why was he doing it ‘this’ way?If he had the power to force me to quit, why not j

Eric’s POV“Thank you, Eric, for spending the entire day with me,” Sophia chirped beside him as they sat in the backseat. Outside, the world was a blur; the car skidded on the road, leaving nothing but dust and dirt in its wake as the drive pushed forward.“It’s nothing,” Eric replied back indifferently. He didn't even look at her, his gaze fixed firmly on the window, brushing off her gratitude like it was a minor inconvenience.“Of course it’s something,” she said, her voice dropping as she feigned being hurt at his cold response. “You spent the entire day with me today because I told you it’s my birthday and it was what I wanted. Most men wouldn't do that.” She smiled sweetly at him, shifting closer. “Of course I would be thankful for that gesture.” She reached out, taking his hand into hers.Sighing, he didn't pull away, but he didn't squeeze back either. “It’s the least I could do. Your entire family is abroad and you are here because I asked you to be,” he said to her, his voice