All Chapters of I KISSED MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LELLA​Nikolai froze, his hand stopping mere inches from my face as ​the deep baritone cut through the silence of the room. ​My heart leaped and I whipped my head toward the doorway. It was Viktor!He's standing at the doorway. His black trench coat was singed at the cuffs, and a faint smear of dried blood ran down his sharp cheekbone, but his eyes were completely fixed on Nikolai's back, burning with a demonic fury. He held his matte-black handgun raised, the barrel pointed directly at the back of his younger brother's head with unwavering precision.Is he really going to pull the trigger?​Nikolai slowly lowered his hand with an amused smile on his handsome face as he turned around to face the gun and Viktor."Viktor! My big brother! Why are you late to claim your 1 billion prize?Viktor’s jaw clenched as his eyes darkened. He looked at me from head to toe to ensure I was unharmed. The moment he saw me safe in my pajamas, a relief plastered over his tense face, instantly replaced

LELLAViktor and I spent the rest of the weekend locked in his own mansion here in Moscow, subsisting on orgasms and christening every surface, though I'm not sure ‘christening’ was the right word to use, considering how filthy our activities were.We made love in the shower, pressed against the window, and bent over the kitchen counter, and I craved it as much as he did.I screamed, my core clenching around his cock for what must've been the nth time as another orgasm ripped through and broke me into a million pieces of ecstatic agony.When the fog of pleasure finally faded, I found Viktor staring down at me with a smirk."What?" I murmured, too drowsy with content to utter more words."I love watching you come apart." His hands gripped my hips possessively. "Only for me, my wife. Never forget that.""What would you do if I did?" I'd meant it as a tease, but Viktor's eyes glittered with danger as his fingers dug into my flesh."You have a man's murder on your hands. Is that what you

LELLAIt was Conrad.Seeing him here, inside the heavily guarded gates of this mansion, shouldn't have shocked me. ​Conrad took a few steps closer, his eyes scanning my face with a look that stripped away his usual arrogance. There was a genuine worry in his expression. "Are you alright?" My left brow rose in surprise.Really? He's asking if I'm alright? For real?Did he eat expired food?"I just heard what Nikolai did to you. Lella, did he hurt you?"I scoffed. ​"I'm fine, Conrad," I said coldly.​Without waiting for his response, I turned my back on him and began walking away, heading toward the far edge of the pool where the manicured gardens started.​But I didn't hear his footsteps fade. Instead, the quick thud of his shoes followed me closely.​"Lella, wait," Conrad called out, closing the distance between us as I hurried my pace. "Don't just walk away from me. You don't understand the danger you're in right now. Nikolai is a psychopath, and Viktor isn't telling you everythin

LELLATwo days had passed since I touched down in New York, and the distance between Moscow and Manhattan felt like an ocean. Yet, Viktor managed to make his presence felt every single day.​Without fail, my phone would buzz precisely at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Viktor was strictly monitoring me from across the globe to ensure I was eating properly, taking care of myself, and adhering to the strict schedule he set for my safety. He was a man who controlled empires, but right now, his main priority was ensuring I didn't skip a meal out of loneliness or stress.​Today was Saturday. With no work to distract me, the silence of the massive New York penthouse felt a little too loud. Needing to occupy my hands and my mind, I decided to tackle Viktor’s private library. The room was filled with towering dark-wood shelves, the scent of old paper, and heavy leather chairs. ​Knowing how fiercely possessive he was over his personal space, I pulled out my phone and typed a quick text.‘I hav

LELLAThe call with Viktor ended only when his advisors practically dragged him into a late-night security briefing. By the time I hung up, my throat was dry from hours of talking and laughing, but my heart felt full.​I walked back into the library with renewed energy. I meticulously cleaned the remaining shelves, wiped down the ledgers, and organized his collection of history books. Just as I suspected, I didn’t find a single hidden asset, secret weapon, or suspicious document.Conrad’s warnings felt entirely pathetic now. He was lying, trying to plant seeds of doubt in a desperate attempt to fracture my trust in Viktor. It didn't work, though.​However, as I reached the very back corner of the bottom shelf to dust a stack of old encyclopedias, something caught my eye.Slipped between two weathered spines was a faded piece of heavy cardstock. ​I pulled it out and turned it over. It was a family picture.I sat down on the rug, tracing my fingers over the glass-smooth paper.​ The ima