After Divorce, I Married My Husband’s Billionaire Uncle의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Fraud.It didn’t just echo.It spread.Across screens.Across headlines.Across every conversation happening in the city.Ryan stared at Adrian.“…You’re serious.”Adrian didn’t even look at him.“I don’t bluff.”That was true.Everyone in that room knew it.Emily’s heart was still racing.Fraud?Marcus… had done many things.But this—This was something else.“Adrian…” she said slowly,“What exactly are you talking about?”Adrian turned to her.For a moment—his expression softened.Just slightly.“Something he thought was buried.”A pause.“But nothing stays buried forever.”Emily held his gaze.And for the first time—she realized something.Adrian hadn’t just been protecting her.He had been preparing.Across the city—Marcus slammed his fist against the table.“Find out what he has.”His voice wasn’t calm anymore.It wasn’t controlled.It was sharp.Dangerous.His assistant nodded quickly.“We’re checking, sir.”Marcus paced.Back and forth.“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”His

The air felt… wrong.Heavy.Like the world itself was holding its breath.Emily stood still, her fingers tightening slightly around the glass in her hand. The cold surface pressed against her skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising inside her chest.She could feel it.Something was coming.And whatever it was—It wasn’t small.Across the room, Marcus hadn’t moved.Not even a step.But his eyes…They were locked on her.Sharp.Calculating.Dangerous.Like a predator that had finally decided to stop playing.Emily tilted her head slightly, meeting his gaze without hesitation.“Still watching me?” she asked softly.Marcus didn’t reply.Not immediately.He took a slow step forward.Then another.Each step deliberate.Measured.As if he was closing a distance that had never really existed.“You’ve changed,” he finally said.His voice was low.Too calm.That kind of calm that hid something violent underneath.Emily smiled faintly.“People do.”Marcus’s jaw tightened.“No,” he said

The hallway was too quiet.Not the normal kind of quiet.Not peace.This was the kind that came right before something broke.Emily could feel it in her chest.A slow, creeping pressure.Like the walls themselves were watching.Alexander moved first.Always first.His hand lightly caught her wrist—not to control, but to guide.“Stay close,” he said.Emily didn’t argue.She stepped in sync with him, her senses sharp, every sound amplified.Their footsteps echoed faintly across the empty corridor.Too loud.Too exposed.“Someone wanted us trapped,” Emily said under her breath.Alexander nodded.“Yes.”No hesitation.No doubt.“They knew the elevator,” she added.“They knew our timing.”Alexander’s eyes darkened slightly.“That means…”“…someone inside,” Emily finished.Silence followed.Heavy.Because they both knew—That was the worst kind of enemy.Not outside.Not visible.But hidden.Watching.Waiting.Alexander’s phone buzzed.A message.He glanced at it quickly.Then stopped walki

The message didn’t disappear.It stayed on the screen.Cold.Silent.Threatening.Emily couldn’t look away from it.That photo…It wasn’t just taken randomly.It was perfect.The angle.The timing.The distance.Whoever took it—Knew exactly what they were doing.“They’ve been watching me for a while,” she said quietly.Alexander didn’t deny it.“Yes.”One word.But it carried weight.Because if he said yes—It meant he had already suspected it.Maybe even known.Emily slowly lifted her eyes to him.“And you didn’t tell me.”Again.That same question.But this time—It wasn’t hurt.It was clarity.Alexander met her gaze.Steady.Unshaken.“I was waiting.”“For what?” she asked.“For them to move.”That answer…It should have been terrifying.But instead—It made everything clearer.This wasn’t just defense.This was strategy.Emily stepped closer.“So now they’ve moved.”Alexander’s expression hardened.“Yes.”“And now…” she whispered.“…we hunt.”For a moment—There was silence.But

The silence after she vanished—Was worse than the chaos before.Marcus didn’t move.Couldn’t.Because his eyes were locked on the floor.On that symbol.Burned deep into the ground.Still glowing faintly.Alive.“…no,” he muttered under his breath.That mark—Should not exist.Because it belonged to a legend.No.Worse than a legend.A warning.Something told to children to keep them obedient.To keep them afraid.But Marcus wasn’t a child.And he knew—Some stories weren’t meant to be forgotten.They were meant to be buried.For a reason.Footsteps echoed behind him.Hurried.Uneven.“Alpha!”One of his men rushed into the room.Then froze instantly.Because even he could feel it.That pressure.That presence.“What… what happened here?”Marcus didn’t answer.Because the answer—Was standing right in front of him.Or rather—Burned into the ground.“Get everyone out.”His voice was low.Controlled.But there was something underneath it.Something sharp.Fear.The warrior hesitated.