All Chapters of Divorced, But Taken By My Ex’s Uncle For Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Father barely calls me. While growing up, it used to bother me until I finally accepted the fact that the man was never going to love me the way he loved his new family. And with time, I came to realize he only ever called whenever he needed something from me or Adrian, or if he wanted to boss me around. So what could he possibly want now?There’s only one way to find out. With that thought in mind, I mutter a quick excuse at Nathaniel and walk out of the kitchen to the hallway before picking the call and taking the phone to my ear. “Hello?”“So you got married.”There’s no greeting, and neither is there any hint of softness. Just accusation straight up. Not like I expected otherwise. Leaning lightly against the wall, I close my eyes for a brief second. “Yes.”“And you thought it wasn’t necessary to inform me?” Father asks, the irritation in his voice very clear and worse than his usual shouting. “I had to hear it from the tabloids and gossip. Do you know what people are saying

Father looks thinner than the last time I saw him. His cheeks have hollowed out, lips pressed together, and the bags underneath his eyes are clear proofs of the stress he must be going through. What kind of stress is that, though?“Honey…” Victoria calls in that her fake sweet voice, placing an arm against his arm. “Look we have here.”Father’s gaze falls on Nathaniel, and I watch as a subtle excited look flashes in his eyes. “Welcome, Mr. Monroe. I’m Elara’s father,” he says, stretching out his hand for a shake. “I’m glad you came to the gala.”Nathaniel shakes him back. “Thank you.”That’s when Father’s gaze moves to me. “You came.”I don’t even bother returning the fake sentiment. I simply meet his gaze and go straight to the point. “You mentioned my mother.”My voice comes out monotone, and a strange look flashes in his eyes before I can tell what he is. I expect him to go into business regarding the inheritance matter. However, he doesn’t — not that I’m surprised. Jonathan si

I’ve been in the bathroom for more than thirty minutes. My thoughts are running, my hands placed against the marble sink, my gaze fixed on my reflection in the mirror. For a moment, I don’t recognise the person staring back at me. She looks composed and put together, like nothing just happened. And when my gaze falls on the necklace wrapped around my neck, my grip around the edge of the sink tightens as anger slowly rises up my throat. Father lied about to me about the necklace being robbed. And now, he has the audacity to donate it for auction? Is this related to what he wanted to speak to me about? An exhale escapes me just as the sound of heels coming closer reaches my ear from outside, and my ears perk up. I’ve barely comprehended what it is when the door knob turns and the door pushes open. Slowly, I lift my head and look into the mirror without turning, and my gaze meets Lydia’s. She pushes the door closed behind her, her gaze dragging over me slowly as sh

The ride back to the penthouse is awfully and painfully silent. The tension that sits in the air between us is heavy and thick, and I’d have been disappointed if I was waiting for Nathaniel to say something. Because he doesn’t. I, on the other hand, despite not saying anything, can’t help glancing at the way his hand grips the steering wheel tight, the faint smear of red across his skin, and the tight line of his jaw. He doesn’t look back and neither does he acknowledge me. And somehow, that makes me feel even worse. This is like a new side to Nathaniel that I’ve never seen or heard of before. By the time the car stops in the driveway of the penthouse, my chest feels tight, like I’ve been holding something in for too long. Still, without a word, Nathaniel gets out and walks around to open my door. Once I step out and he locks the car, we make our way into the building. And just like the car ride, the elevator side feels like it’s taking longer than it’s supposed to. Worse

I feel so full. Nathaniel hasn’t moved since he literally slammed his cock inside me, his breathing ragged, and I’m not sure I’m breathing either. My heart is racing so fast, my pulse pounding, and when I try to move, Nathaniel’s palm closes around my throat, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m the one fucking you,” he says, suppressing a groan, the veins in his neck popping. “Not the other way round.” My eyes flutter closed. “Look at me, goddamnit,” he says, and when I don’t open my eyes, still trying to catch my breath, he pulls out, then drives back in. The motion makes my eyes fly open, my lips parting in a gasp. “Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking tight. Clenching around me like a vise.” And he’s not wrong. Because my pussy is tightening around his cock, fluttering as more juices leak out of me. God. Even Adrian has never— As if he can read my mind, Nathaniel’s lips pull into a snarl. “You’re thinking about him?” “Na—” “Tell me,” he drags out slowly, leaving just the tip