His ruthless uncle's obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

As the cab wove through the streets of New York city, I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror. The scarf was still there. Another compromise I’d made to satisfy a man who claimed he was scared of being stepped on by me because of my father's wealth. For that reason, I had shrunk myself just so he could feel like the head of our home. The moment I stepped out of the cab, I could already hear laughter spilling from Aunt Matilda’s house. The place screamed old money. Heavy iron gates, well-pruned flowers, and that faint, delicate scent of spices and tea that hits your nostrils the moment you open the door. Four heads turned. Aunt Matilda and three of her friends were perched on rare antique chairs. There was sudden silence. It wasn't because I was important. It was because they were already talking about me in their heads. Rebecca Greene. The spoiled daughter. The pretty, useless one. The woman who married someone beneath her and still managed to lose herself. Grea

The next morning, Adam made a show of being the perfect family man, volunteering to take Elena to work and little Becky to school. The front door hadn't even finished clicking shut before I bolted for the bathroom. I turned the shower on, letting the spray soak through my hair and down to my feet. As the steam rose, the memories of yesterday flooded my mind. I leaned against the cold tile, still unable to believe how easily I had let them make a fool of me. I remembered the day I almost dyed my blonde hair. Adam had offhandedly mentioned he didn't like blondes, claiming they were mostly spoiled brats or gold diggers. To keep from irritating him, I’d resorted to wearing headscarves every day. I couldn't bring myself to change the color. I dressed quickly, skipping the makeup, and drove straight to my father’s office at Greene Empire. "You made it," my father said the second I stepped inside.I looked at him smiled wondering how he'd feel when he learns that the man he had arranged

The moment I stepped out of my house, my legs went weak. It wasn't because of the traitors in my living room, but the mysterious man I was about to face.I knew he’d be expecting my father, assuming he hadn't seen the news yet. I doubted he had. If Michael Knox was anything like the man I had pictured in my head, he was likely too busy pulling out of businesses to bother about watching the news.I didn't take my car. I wasn't familiar with the route, and a dark part of me felt that if things should go wrong, I’d need someone to tell the police where to find my body. I hailed a cab instead. After handing the driver the address I’d scribbled on a piece of paper, I expected him to start driving. He didn't.He stared at me as if waiting to hear me say I'm joking. When I remained silent, he shoved the paper back at me."That’ll be five hundred dollars.""It’s a twenty-minute drive," I snapped, my irritation flaring. "I checked the map." I didn't mind paying, but he can't possibly think I'm

I bent down to retrieve the handbag I’d left on the floor, but when I tried to stand, I was stuck. Something cold and tight was gripping my blazer. "Please, don't move," his voice commanded. It was calm, yet it had the authority that got me frozen in place. "What’s happening?" I asked, my voice almost shaking. "You bent too low. There’s a security measure down there. One that's supposed to trap intruders." "I still don't get it," I snapped, irritation overshadowing my fear. My lower back was already beginning to ache from the awkward position I've been forced to stay in. "It’s a specialized trap," he said casually, as if we were merely discussing the weather. "Stay still." He was closer now. I could smell him. Cinnamon and wood hit my nostrils as he drew nearer. "You’ll have to take off the blazer," he muttered. "What? No!" My heart pounded. Without the blazer, I was practically naked in the backless dress I had chosen to wear to a business meeting. "Then get comfortabl

It had been a long time since I last spent so much time in a hospital. The smell of medicines, the hospital clothes, the syringes and drip stands often made me shiver. The only good thing is my dad had finally regained consciousness.He had been here for over a week now and I'd been going back and forth, but I still wasn't used to being here, especially standing in front of nurses in the reception area."What did you say you're looking for?" One asked."I was asked to get these drugs," I said, pulling out the doctor's prescription from my back pocket. "I don't know where to find the pharmacy.""Did you look for it at all or just walked straight here to ask questions you could have avoided asking if you'd just used your eyes?" Another nurse snapped.I glanced around. I didn't see any place with a pharmacy sign on it, I turned back to them."I admit that I haven't looked around, which is why I'm asking for specific directions.""Girl, I've been sitting here since last night. I was on ni