Semua Bab I KISSED MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Bab 51 - Bab 60

LELLAThe wind on the hospital rooftop was cold, whipping my hair across my face, but the chill felt honest compared to the suffocating lies downstairs. I looked down at the two small boxes in my lap. The engagement ring Joaquin gave me and the wedding bands Viktor handed me just days ago.I ran my hands over my hair, anxious about what to do. I was already his wife because I had already signed the papers. So why does he want to have a proper ceremony? It's just a business marriage, nothing personal. Nothing… personal…I groan as I mess up my hair.​For three days, I avoided him and ignored his calls. I sent his favorite meals through the stone-faced guards, and I only stepped into his room at 3:00 AM, watching him sleep. It was the only time I felt safe looking at him, when those green eyes couldn't strip away my defenses.“How can I exit that wedding?” I mumbled to myself while clutching the boxes tighter. I should have used the chance to escape when he woke up and lost his memorie

LELLAThe room was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the monitor near the bed. I felt a gentle pressure on my shoulder and Viktor’s low voice calling my name.​"Lella, wake up. You need to eat something, or the medicine will tear your stomach apart."​I groaned, my head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, but I managed to open my eyes. Viktor inclined my bed. He looked better while I felt like a wilted leaf. He reached for a bowl of warm broth on the tray, blowing on a spoonful before bringing it toward my lips.​"I can do it," I weakly said. I reached out a trembling hand to take the spoon, but he pulled it back as his eyes narrowed in that stubborn way of his.​"You can barely keep your eyes open, Lella. Don't be difficult and just open your mouth."​"Viktor, this is ridiculous. You’re the patient–" I protested, but he pressed the spoon against my lips and the savory scent of the broth won the battle. I opened my mouth, letting him feed me like a child. I ate q

LELLAI stared at him, no, glaring at Viktor because he didn't change his temperament one bit, if anything, being back in his own home in La Moraleja made him even more insufferable. ​He was officially discharged, but the ‘recovery’ was a joke. Between the daily visits from his personal doctor and the private nurses checking his vitals, the house felt like a high-end clinic. Yet, there he was, sitting in his massive study, surrounded by a stack of documents that looked like they could crush a healthy man, let alone one still in healing time.​"Sir, absolutely not," I snapped, stepping forward and physically placing my hand over the laptop screen he was trying to open.​"Lella, move your hand," he grumbled, though he didn't have the strength to actually push me away. He looked pale against his executive chair, a sweat on his forehead that he was trying desperately to ignore.​"The doctor said three hours of rest for every one hour of sitting up. You’ve been in this chair since breakf

LELLAI pressed the red button, declining the call from Viktor for the nth time and slumped on Mateo’s leather sofa. I fell my head back and stared at the ceiling as the third glass of whiskey that Mateo had poured for me began to burn a path through my anxiety.I'm at Mateo’s place. The moment I stumbled through his door, he knew exactly what I needed now.A strong liquor.Mateo sat in the armchair opposite me while rolling up his sleeves and watching me with the concerned eyes of a friend.​"Why don't you just give up?” Mateo said, more of a statement than a question.​"Is that the only choice I have?" I laughed bitterly. ​I sat up abruptly and the room swayed slightly. "He had the ring the whole time. He let me panic. He let me run across the city looking for a replica like a fool. He’s been watching me scramble for his own amusement."​"Viktor Volkonsky doesn't do things for 'amusement,' Lorelei. He's the type of man who does things for control. He spent his whole life making sure

LELLAIt's Conrad’s mother, Galina Volkonsky.I turned to her, but before I could speak, her hand landed on my cheek. I gripped the edge of the vanity, staring at my reflection as a red mark blossomed on my skin. The sting of the slap radiated across my cheek, sharper than the hangover and the hunger combined. ​"You have a lot of nerve showing your face here. Is it not enough that you crawled into his life like a parasite back in the city? Now you’re following us to Valencia?" she hissed.​"I am not stalking Conrad," my voice trembled with rage. ​"Don't lie to me, you little trash!" she barked, stepping closer as the smell of her expensive perfume was suffocating. "You’re a gold-digger who realized Conrad was a dead end, so you set your sights higher, didn't you? My brother-in-law is a powerful man, and you think you can just seduce Viktor to get back into this family? You are nothing but a common rat in a trash bin."​I straightened my spine, ignoring the throbbing in my cheek. I w