All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Uncle… and My Baby Daddy: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

“God, I should have just run with the urn,” she chastised herself as the taxi pulled away.“I would have taken it with me.” She crossed her arms, annoyed at her own mistake. “I’m so stupid.” She slapped a palm against her forehead.But then again, what was she supposed to do? How was she going to stop herself from falling deeper into his pit? He had her right where he wanted her.She had been just a breath away from his lips. Their mouths had been so close to touching, and she knew she would have let him.“God, I’m so weak,” she groaned, remembering the feeling. There was no way she wouldn’t have slept with him if things had gone further.*Why couldn’t he just still hate me?* she thought, smacking her hand against her forehead again. *Why? Why?? Why???**He should continue hating me. It makes it easier to avoid him.* She groaned loudly, drawing the driver’s attention.“I wonder if he won’t let me get close to Fin because of this?” She finally digested the gravity of the situation. Her

"What do you mean Sebastian Thorne is one of the receivers of the royalties?” Autumn stopped eating. She couldn’t understand how Sebastian could be a beneficiary of the Blackwood fortune.“I did some digging into the beneficiaries,” Gus continued. “Clear as day, an offshore account is listed there. It’s the same offshore account in the Cayman Islands — the one that buys products from that pharmaceutical company.”“But still… how?” She still couldn’t fathom how Sebastian had managed to slither his way into something like this.“Aren’t the Blackwoods’ fortune supposed to be non-existent?” she asked, recalling the documents she had read in the attic while they were living in Edinburgh. “They were merged with the Kingstons. Elijah Kingston himself absorbed them to save Kingston Group when it was dying.”“What are you talking about?” Gus asked, puzzled.“It’s nothing,” she waved her hand dismissively, trying to change the subject. Then she rem

The only sound that could be heard was the soft tapping of keys coming from the living room. Autumn had spent the last couple of days cooped up at home, going through the compensation documents as well as the formal demand letter.The sky outside had already darkened, signalling the arrival of an approaching rain.Her eyes drifted from the computer screen to the window, taking in the view. Her mind wandered to that stormy night from two months ago.“It was a night like this when I lost her,” she murmured.Her hand moved to her flat stomach and stayed there. She stared at the darkening sky, watching the first few drops hit the glass.“She would have been eight months by now…”A lump formed in her throat. “I would have been expecting her any day now.”Her eyes watered, but she didn’t move her hand away. She just kept looking at the rain, letting the weight of it sit for a moment longer.Then she exhaled slowly.

"Excuse me, who the hell are you?” Gus asked, incredulous at the new voice on the line.“I should be the one asking you that,” Eric replied, his voice rising. “I’m her husband. Who the hell are you?”“Husband?” Gus sounded genuinely surprised. “I never knew Autumn had a husband.” There was a short pause. “Wait… are you her crazy ex-husband?”“Crazy ex-husband, huh?” Eric repeated, turning to glare at Autumn. She flushed in embarrassment at Gus’s words.*Damn it, Gus,* she thought, still trying to wrestle her phone back. *Did you really have to say that to his face?*“I am her husband,” Eric said coldly. “I’m not familiar with the terms ‘crazy’ or ‘ex.’” He pulled Autumn flush against him, keeping her firmly in place.“Look, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Gus said carefully. He was well aware of what Eric was capable of. “I was just discussing important work stuff with her.”“Eric, give me back my phone,” Autumn struggle

Eric’s eyes fluttered open. He was the first to wake, mostly from the draft of cool air washing over his bare skin.His gaze drifted toward the ceiling as he took in his surroundings with furrowed brows. “Where am I—”He was silenced by the weight of the body beside him. Memories from the previous night returned in a rush — the passionate lovemaking that had lasted until the early hours of the morning, her gasps and soft whines, her pleas for him to stop while the rain poured outside as a backdrop.He looked down at her body, riddled with bite marks — clear signs of his claim and possession.His hand instinctively returned to her waist, drawing her closer before he climbed on top of her.He pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue past the narrow gap. She moaned into his mouth, gasping when the kiss deepened too much.He left open-mouthed kisses as he travelled lower, kissing and biting his way down her body until he stopped between her legs. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of h