All Chapters of Divorced, Now Mated To His Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We were all gathered in the living room, waiting for Darren to explain what he had found. The air felt tense, and the look on his face only made it worse. He seemed troubled, like he had come across something that didn’t make sense even to him.Maybe that was exactly what had happened."Well, I haven’t had a chance to examine his blood in the lab yet," Darren began. His voice sounded calm, but I could hear the strain underneath it. "But after checking his body, I found a few things that were seriously off. Let’s just say I can make an educated guess about what could have caused the rogue werewolf to end up like this."So the rogue werewolf had really died.A quiet heaviness settled in my chest. I hadn’t wanted him hurting anyone else, but knowing something might have pushed him to that point made it hard not to feel a little sorry for him."Tell me," Zephyr said, his tone firm, urging Darren to continue.Darren took a breath and closed his eyes briefly, as if

By the time the night had grown quiet, I ended up staying at the villa. The next morning, just as I was getting ready to leave, Zephyr caught me off guard by introducing someone new. "Good morning, Luna!" I turned at the bright voice. A young woman with short brunette hair stood there, smiling as if she had known me for years. There was something open and genuine about her expression that made it hard to doubt her intentions. "Let me introduce myself! I’m Isolde, and from now on, I’ll be your bodyguard!" She reached out her hand, her energy almost contagious. I hesitated for a brief moment before taking it, a small smile forming as the surprise settled. "Ah, yes. You can just call me Samantha." Since I would be around humans most of the time, using formal titles didn’t feel necessary. Isolde nodded quickly. "Got it. No problem at all." She grinned. "I just hope I won’t disappoint you, Samantha." After that, she stepped outside to wait by the car, leaving me alone with Zephyr f

I watched as Jonathan’s actor turned and walked away, his shoulders loosening now that the scene was over. For a second, everything stayed quiet, like the room was still holding onto what had just happened. Then Matthew’s voice cut through it. "Cut!" It felt like the entire set exhaled at once. People shifted, some exchanging looks, others just standing there as if they needed a moment to process it all. Even Jonathan’s actor rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his shoulders, trying to shake it off. "Shit," he muttered. "That was intense." I blinked a few times, trying to pull myself fully back into the present. The emotions from the scene still clung to me, sitting somewhere under my skin, but I forced a small smile anyway. "Did it look good?" Matthew stared at me like he was still halfway inside the scene, then let out a breath and dragged a hand down his face. "Good? Samantha, that was incredible." He turned toward the crew. "We’re keeping that take. No reshoots needed."

I looked down at Ashley with a smile. "Ashley, do you want me to bring you something back from Luvania?" Her eyes lit up right away as she looked at me. "Yes! I heard they have really beautiful gemstone jewelry there!" The excitement in her voice made something warm settle in my chest. "Then I’ll send you pictures, and you can choose what you like." Even as I said it, the whole thing still felt a little unreal. After five years, I was finally going home. So much time had passed that even the memory of my old bedroom felt slightly blurred. Would it still look the same, or had my parents changed everything? "Samantha, are you ready to go?" I turned at the sound of Zephyr’s voice and saw him standing near the door with our bags in his hands. We had packed light, just enough for two days, along with a few gifts for my parents. "I’ll be out in a second," I said, then looked back at Ashley. I smoothed her hair gently and smiled. "When I get back, let’s have a movie night, alright?"

I sat at the dining table with a quiet mix of feelings settling in my chest. It meant a lot that my mother had gone out of her way to prepare so many of my favorite dishes, or at least the ones I used to love before food became something I struggled with. The table was full in a way that felt almost overwhelming. Honey glazed roasted chicken, creamy mushroom soup, butter garlic shrimp, and more dishes than I could count at a glance. Still, my eyes kept returning to one small dessert placed right in front of me. A glass of milk pudding, smooth and pale, topped with honey and crushed almonds. My throat tightened when I saw it. I had not eaten it in years. It used to be something comforting, something I would make with my mother on slow afternoons when everything felt simple. Now it just made my stomach twist a little, like my body did not know how to feel about it anymore. "Milk pudding," my mother said warmly as she set a spoon beside it. "You used to love this. You would always sne