All Chapters of I KISSED MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LELLAThe dining table in our suite was filled with candlelight and Mediterranean delicacies, but I couldn't appreciate any of it. The silk of my wedding gown had been replaced by a cream-colored slip dress, yet I felt more exposed now than I had at the altar.​The only sound in the room were the faint clink of the silver spoon and fork against the porcelain plates and the distant roar of the surf outside the Las Arenas.​"The sea bass is excellent, Lella," Viktor remarked casually while swirling a deep red vintage in his glass. "You should eat. You’ll need your strength for the flight tomorrow."​I picked at a roasted tomato, but my appetite was nonexistent. "The flight? I thought we were staying in Valencia for the board meeting you cancelled this morning."​Viktor set his wine down with a spark igniting in his eyes. He leaned back, crossing his arms as he watched me struggle with a single forkful of food.​"The board can handle the paperwork without me. I’ve decided we’re heading t

VIKTOR The panic in her eyes made my chest pinch in pain. She clutched the phone tightly with a fury in her eyes that told me she was seconds away from a full-blown spiral. She seems… traumatized.​I stepped into the room and closed the distance between us in three long strides. I snatched her phone and ended the call with her brother.​"Lella…” I ran my fingers through her sleep-tangled hair, combing the strands to ground her. “Calm down.”I needed her to feel me, to realize that the world hadn't ended and it had just finally started working in her favor. ​"Joaquin says... they're waiting at the cathedral," she whispered while avoiding my gaze.​I exhale as my thumb is busy tracing the line of her temple. "Let them wait, Lella. Let them stand in that cathedral until their expensive shoes hurt. Let your father check his watch every ten seconds. They spent your whole life making you wait for their ambitions. It’s their turn now."She raised her head and locked eyes with mine. The pan

LELLAGod! I'm enjoying it whenever his smirk falters like that.Even though my heart was about to explode, I turned my back on him. I reached for the zipper of my dress, pulled it down, and let the dress fall at my feet. I stood there in nothing but my underwear with the breeze raising goosebumps on my skin. I knew exactly what kind of picture I was painting against the backdrop of the golden hills, and I knew exactly how much it was costing Viktor to stay still.​I didn't look back as I stepped to the edge of the pool and dove.Damn! This is so refreshing! I kicked toward the bottom, the bubbles rushing past my ears, relishing the way the cold finally quieted the fire in my cheeks.​When I broke the surface, I pushed my wet hair back from my face and wiped my eyes. The first thing I saw was a pair of legs, standing at the very edge of the pool. Viktor was frowning down at me with his hands planted firmly on his hips.​"The water is perfect, Viktor," I called out while treading wat

LELLAI let out a long moan– no, a groan that echoed off the mirrored walls of the room. My legs felt so weak and my lungs were burning. ​"Viktor, please," I gasped, leaning forward with my hands on my knees. "I do Pilates and light cardio at most. I don't... whatever this torture is."I wiped the sweat on my neck. Damn it. Damn this afternoon's itinerary. Viktor didn't do anything halfway, and apparently, that included ensuring his wife had the stamina of an Olympic athlete.I looked at him, but he didn't even look winded. He was mid-set on the pull-up bar. His back muscles rippling and bunching with every effortless rise. The sight was distracting, but not enough to make me forget the agony in my thighs. He dropped down lightly, landing on the balls of his feet without a sound as his chest was barely heaving. ​He looked at me with a streak of sweat tracing the hollow of his throat and his eyes… For the nth time, I hate those dark green eyes filled with amusement and that relentles

LELLA​For the next twenty minutes, the only sounds in the room were the frantic clicking of buttons, the cinematic explosions from the speakers, and the occasional muffled curse from one of us. Viktor was infuriatingly good. He played with the same cold and calculated strategy he used in business, anticipating my moves and trying to corner me. ​But he’d underestimated one thing. I wasn't just a casual gamer. I was a spite-driven perfectionist.​"Watch your left!" I barked as I pulled off a complex combo that cleared half the enemies on his side of the screen.​"I have it under control. Focus on your own sector, wife,” he gritted out.​"My sector is fine! You're the one missing your targets!"​As the final boss’s health bar flickered into the red, the tension in the room reached a fever pitch. We were neck-and-neck, the scoreboards ticking up in a blurred race for the lead. I could feel Viktor’s heat beside me, his intense focus radiating off him, but I didn't dare to look.​"Almost.