บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by my Husband ruthless Uncle : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I stood frozen in Alexander's room, the photos scattered at my feet like secrets I wasn't supposed to uncover. There I was in my graduation gown smiling with friends I hadn't thought about in years then another of me holding Lily right after birth my face exhausted but happy and more from wedding events even casual days all dated back over twenty years ago, the door creaked open and I dropped the last one in fear looking up to see Alexander his dark eyes narrowing as he stepped in "Josie what are you doing in here"? I pointed at the pictures my voice shaking "Explain this Alexander why do you have all these? Have you been stalking me"? He sighed running a hand through his hair closing the door behind him "Sit down Josephine it's not what you think but it is" I didn't move so he picked up a photo the one from my wedding to Julian. "I've been watching you for over twenty years now yes stalking if you want to call it that but it started because I knew Julian wasn't good for you. I had

Josie’s POV The moment Chris left the hospital room, the silence that followed felt heavier than anything that had come before. Alexander still held my hand. Not loosely but tightly. As if letting go might somehow change the outcome of what had just happened. The morning light was beginning to creep through the hospital blinds, for a brief moment, the light softened the hard lines of his face, making him look almost peaceful. But I knew Alexander Hart well enough now. Peace was the last thing inside him. His mind was already working. I watched his jaw tighten slightly, the muscle there ticking in controlled irritation. “You’re thinking too hard,” I said quietly. His gaze shifted toward me instantly. “You’re not thinking enough.” That was very like him. My lips curved faintly despite the situation. “Someone cut the brakes on the car that I usually drive,” I said calmly. “I think that qualifies as thinking enough.” His eyes darkened at the reminder. “They expected you t

Josie’s POVThe hospital discharged Alexander three days later, though the doctors clearly would have preferred keeping him for another week. He ignored their advice the same way he ignored most forms of authority that didn’t come from himself. Watching him walk out of the hospital with a bandage still wrapped around his shoulder and a doctor following behind him felt strangely reassuring. The Alexander Hart I knew would never stay in a hospital bed longer than necessary. Weakness wasn’t something he tolerated well, even when it came from injury. The moment we stepped outside, the crisp New York air hit my face, and for the first time since the accident I felt like I could breathe again. A sleek black car waited at the curb, though this time it wasn’t one of the vehicles from the penthouse garage. Chris had arranged something temporary while the rest of the cars were inspected. Alexander noticed the unfamiliar vehicle but said nothing as he opened the door for me. The simple gest

Josie’s POV The message Alexander found on the phone echoed in my mind like a quiet threat. The target survived. Whoever sent it had not been surprised by the failure. They had simply acknowledged it, as if this entire attempt had only been the opening move of a larger game. That realization unsettled me more than anything else. People who failed and panicked were predictable. But someone calm enough to leave a message like that was someone entirely confident that they would get another opportunity. I wrapped my arms around myself unconsciously as the AC got chiller and drifting through the slightly open door. The penthouse suddenly felt far too large. I forced myself to move, pacing slowly across the marble floor as my thoughts raced through the possibilities. If Daniel had been nothing more than a hired pawn, then his escape route meant someone had planned every detail of the attack well in advance. A car sabotage wasn’t a reckless decision. It required access, timing, and the cer

Josie’s POVThe next evening arrived faster than I expected. By the time the city lights began glowing across the skyline, the penthouse had transformed into something that looked more like a command center than a home. Security teams moved quietly through the rooms, speaking in low voices while checking communication devices and reviewing the guest list for the Hart Foundation Winter Gala. From the outside, the event would look like every other elegant charity night Alexander’s family hosted,champagne towers, glittering gowns, and powerful guests pretending to care about a good cause. But inside this penthouse, everyone knew the truth. Tonight wasn’t just a gala. It was bait. I stood in the bedroom staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror while a stylist finished adjusting the deep emerald dress Alexander had chosen for me earlier that afternoon. The fabric hugged my waist before falling in smooth waves toward the floor, elegant enough to match the prestige of the event. Ye