All Chapters of From Ex-wife to his Uncle's Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

(Aurora’s POV) Director Lorenzo clearly hadn’t expected Vincenzo Conti to personally involve himself in a laboratory incident at Vitale Group International. The head of R&D stood rigid, visibly unsettled, shifting his weight as though trying to find stability under a pressure that kept tightening with every passing second. “Mr. Conti, truly, I assure you this is nothing more than a minor mishap,” Lorenzo said, forcing a strained smile that failed to reach his eyes. He gestured vaguely with a pen as if the situation could be reduced to paperwork and inconvenience. “There was no significant property damage. I am already conducting internal interviews with the two employees involved. It is under control.” It was clear what he meant even if he did not say it outright. He wanted it contained quickly, quietly, and preferably in a way that allowed him to assign blame without consequence to his authority. I stood a few feet away, my hands clasped behind my back, my posture deliberately st

(Vincenzo Conti’s POV) I strode through the massive double doors of the Conti estate without slowing, my footsteps echoing faintly against polished marble as I made my way into the drawing room. The Matriarch of the Conti family sat elegantly on a velvet sofa, a porcelain cup of Earl Grey poised delicately in her hand. She looked up the moment I entered, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching with quiet amusement. “Well, if it isn’t the prodigal son,” she said, her voice laced with affectionate sarcasm. “I was beginning to think you treated this house like a hotel. Or perhaps you are simply avoiding my calls about the debutante ball guest list.” I ignored the jab entirely as I unbuttoned my suit jacket, my expression giving nothing away. “Mother,” I acknowledged with a brief nod. My gaze swept across the room and settled on Serena. She sat in a wingback chair, her posture a little too rigid, her face faintly flushed. She had clearly just finished seeing off Adelina. “Serena,” I

(Celeste Moretti’s POV) I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. The light blue silk evening gown clung to my body as if it had been made specifically for me, the fabric smooth and fluid against my skin. The backless cut revealed the gentle curve of my spine, while the high slit exposed flashes of my legs whenever I shifted. There were no crystals or embroidery, nothing excessive or loud, just flawless tailoring and the quiet kind of luxury that spoke for itself. For a moment, I simply stood there, letting the image settle in my mind, before pushing open the fitting room door. “What do you think?” Vincenzo was seated on a velvet sofa, his posture relaxed, one arm draped casually along the backrest. But the moment his eyes landed on me, something changed. His gaze darkened, sharpening in a way that made my breath hitch. I watched his throat move as he swallowed, once, then again, like he was steadying himself. “Perfect,

The entire banquet floor of the Grand Monarch Hotel had been reserved for the birthday celebration of the Matriarch of the Conti family. From the moment they stepped into the lobby, the atmosphere already carried a weight of luxury that made people slow down without realizing it. Adelina paused as her eyes traveled over the space. Good God, she murmured under her breath, taking in the cascading crystal chandeliers, the white roses arranged in elegant waves along the walls, and the trailing greenery that softened every corner of the vast hall. The marble floors reflected everything like still water under light. Tiziana stood beside Stefano Conti, her arm lightly linked with his, watching Adelina’s reaction carefully. There was awe there, but also something sharper, something that bordered on envy. The thought slipped out before she could stop herself. “When it is your birthday,” Tiziana said, her tone smooth, “I will book this exact venue for you. The same flowers, everything exac

(Stefano Conti’s POV) I called my lawyer at seven in the morning. By eight, he had tracked down the opposing counsel’s contact through the court registry. Of course it was Sebastian Sterling. My lawyer made the call while I sat across from him, and I could hear Sebastian’s voice through the phone, unhurried, almost pleasant. “If your client wants to proceed with the divorce, we go through court mediation. Marital assets get split fifty-fifty. That’s the starting point, not the ceiling. Once that’s settled, we can talk about the rest.” My lawyer cleared his throat. “Mr. Sterling, perhaps we can approach this with some flexibility. There is a child involved, a daughter, and my client’s wife is currently pregnant. Surely that warrants a more measured—” Sebastian cut him off, but his voice stayed calm. “Celeste Moretti asked me to pass something along. She is not hiding from your client. She simply has no reason to make herself available to him. As for the child she is carrying,