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All Chapters of His Uncle's Priceless Jewel: Unmasking His Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Beauty Without Worth

3RD POV:"She is the woman who saved my life, Eulalie. She is the Miracle Doctor. She is the one who restored my sight when every other doctor in the country told me I would be blind forever. And I threw her away like garbage because I was too blind and stupid to see what was right in front of me."The words hit the room like a bomb dropping.The Miracle Doctor.The room seemed to lose all its air. The mysterious, legendary brilliant surgeon who had quietly restored Cassian's vision and then disappeared without taking a single cent or asking for any fame. The person who was talked about in whispered, respectful tones in every medical circle as the greatest mind of their generation.And that doctor was Thalassa.The quiet girl. The discarded wife. The woman they had all treated like an ugly, nameless ghost for years.Eulalie's carefully constructed mask shattered into a thousand pieces. She couldn't stop the sudden wave of ugly rage that surged through her body, burning away the

Too Late for Regret

3RD POV:The dining room had emptied.Cassian stood completely alone in the middle of the wreckage. The shattered glass decanter was still lying on the cold marble floor, and the expensive amber liquid was slowly seeping into the pale grout between the tiles. The heavy dining chairs had been pushed back at odd, messy angles, and crumpled linen napkins lay abandoned on the table beside crystal glasses that were still half full of wine.His family had fled one by one. They had left in a hurry, unable to look him in the eye, unable to speak to him, and completely unable to pretend that everything was going to be okay after what had just happened.His father had been the very first to leave. Victor Deveraux had looked at his son with a cold, hard expression on his face, the exact kind of severe look he usually reserved for low-level employees who had failed him at work."We will talk about this tomorrow morning," Victor had said, his voice flat and completely devoid of any real emoti

When Regret Became Obsession

3RD POV:The days after the disaster of a dinner party blurred together into a dark haze of cheap whiskey and heavy regret.Cassian barely left the empty mansion. He could not bear the thought of facing the outside world, and he certainly could not bear to see the pitying looks from strangers or hear the endless whispered gossip from his peers. His father had called him twice, his voice cold and demanding over the speaker, asking for explanations and answers that Cassian simply did not have. His mother had sent a short note with one of the servants, gentle and concerned, asking if he was eating or if he was okay. He had not bothered to respond to either of them.Instead, he spent almost all of his time sitting alone in his dark study. He stayed hunched over his laptop until the early hours of the morning, his eyes burning red from staring at the bright screen for hours on end.He was searching for her. Thalassa. Lyra. The Miracle Doctor. He typed in every combination of names he c

The Reckless Pursuit

3RD POV:And he had looked right at her for years and seen nothing more than a mask.Cassian slammed his laptop shut so hard the loud snap echoed through the quiet study. He leaned back in his leather chair and covered his face with his hands, his fingers trembling violently. The sheer scale of what he had lost was staggering. He had been legally married to a woman who was a literary genius, a medical hero, and a living legend. And he had treated her like she was a nobody. He had dismissed her, ignored her calls, and thrown her out of his life without giving it a second thought.He had been so blind. Not just in the physical sense when his eyes were broken, but in every single way that actually mattered. He had seen her simple clothes and assumed she was poor. He had seen her mask and assumed there was nothing worth knowing underneath it. He had been so entirely focused on what she appeared to be on the surface that he had never once bothered to ask questions or find out who she re

No Looking Back

THALASSA's POV:The small apartment had slowly turned into a crowded graveyard of Cassian's desperation.Every single afternoon for the past week, a new delivery driver had knocked on the door with another huge load. There were flowers everywhere, so many massive bouquets of expensive roses that the tiny living space started to smell like a stuffy funeral home. Shiny jewelry boxes were stacked high on the kitchen counter, their velvet linings standing open and mocking me with their empty, pointless promises. There were piles of books I had already read years ago and first editions I already owned on my shelves, all of them signed with long, dramatic messages on the front pages that I had zero interest in reading.I had completely stopped opening the packages after the third day. The delivery man just kept piling them up outside my front door, so I eventually had to drag them inside and push them all into a far corner. They just sat there, accumulating like heavy evidence of a crime

His Confession

THALASSA'S POV:I felt my heart skip a beat and start to knock faster against my ribs. "What is it?"He turned around completely to face me. His eyes were steady, and his face was open and completely honest with me."Cassian is pursuing you hard," Alaric said gently. "He is begging you for a second chance every day. He is telling you that he has changed, that he finally sees who you are, and that he wants you back in his life. And I just need to know... how do you honestly feel about all of it?"I stood there and stared at him for a second. "What do you mean?""I mean, do you still love him deep down?" Alaric asked, his voice steady despite the weight of the question. "Does any small part of you want to go back to him and try again?"The question hung heavy in the air between us. I stood there and genuinely thought about Cassian. I thought about all those miserable years I had spent living in his giant mansion, feeling completely invisible and ignored by everyone. I thought abou

In the Spotlight

3RD POV:The invitation arrived on a rainy Tuesday afternoon while Thalassa was sitting at her kitchen table, sipping tea and working on a chapter for her new book. A young boy working for a local courier service had knocked on her door, handed her a flat package wrapped in dark blue paper, and asked her to sign a paper clipboard before running back down the stairs.When she brought the package inside and carefully tore open the wrapping, a thick cream card stock fell out onto the wooden table. It was an official invite to the Annual Deveraux Foundation Charity Gala.It was easily the biggest, most talked about social event of the entire season. It was the one single night of the year where every socialite, every wealthy business mogul, and every wannabe in the city fought tooth and nail for a seat at a table. It was the exact room where public reputations were casually made or completely destroyed, where family alliances were forged or broken over champagne, and where the elite

Her Moment to Shine

3RD POV:Inside the crowded ballroom, the hushed whispers grew even louder. People paused with their wine glasses halfway to their mouths, their eyes tracking her every move as she walked through the tables. She could hear the murmurings, the constant speculation, and the sharp curiosity that always came with people seeing something unexpected."Who is that woman standing with him?" "Wait, isn't that the same girl from the Deveraux family dinner?" "Look at the side of her face. What on earth happened to her?" "Someone told me she used to be married to Cassian." "No, I heard she is the famous doctor who saved old Edwin." "Isn't she also the author who writes those bestseller books?"The endless sea of whispers swirled around her like a cold wind, but she consciously chose not to let the words touch her heart. She just kept walking, kept a calm smile on her lips, and kept her eyes focused straight ahead.Alaric smoothly guided her toward a reserved table near the front of the large

Victor’s Last Plea

3RD POV:The morning sun poured through the floor to ceiling windows of Alaric’s office as he sat behind his desk, holding a ceramic mug that had gone completely cold. His eyes were supposed to be reviewing the financial reports open on the glass top, but the numbers had blurred together almost an hour ago.He couldn’t focus. His head was filled with Thalassa.He kept replayimg the night of the gala in his head. The way the bright lights had caught her dress. The way her voice hadn't wobbled for even a second when she stood on that stage and told every high society hypocrite in the room that she was done hiding in the dark. But mostly, he remembered the moment after. They had walked out to the quiet side terrace, away from the flashing cameras, and she had looked up at him with tears sitting on her lashes. She was smiling, holding his hand like she never wanted to let go.He was still staring out the window with that faint smile on his face when the sharp beep of the intercom broke

Alaric Draws the Line

3RD POV:Alaric didn't raise his voice, but he stood up slowly. He pushed his chair back, walked around the large desk, and stopped just a few feet from his older brother. He stood straight, keeping his hands relaxed in his pockets."I didn't take anyone, Victor," Alaric said, his voice steady. "Thalassa isn't a piece of property. She isn't a prize you win or a car you trade. She is a full person, and she makes her own choices. She chose me. Just like I chose her."Victor sneered, shaking his head. "She is playing you, Alaric. Can't you see that? She is using you to hit back at Cassian for how things ended. You are just a tool for her revenge.""Thalassa doesn't care about revenge," Alaric said plainly. "She has moved on. She built a life for herself, a real life, without any help from Cassian or this family. She doesn't need my money, and she doesn't need my name. She wants me for who I am. I know that's hard for your big head to understand, but there's a big difference."Victor

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