All Chapters of His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Xavier's POV The truck’s engine was still ticking as I killed it outside Madam Lucy’s house. Midnight. The street was dead quiet except for a dog barking somewhere down the block. I sat there for a long minute, hands gripping the wheel, staring at the soft glow behind the curtains. Aurora’s bag was probably still slung over her shoulder when she walked away from me at the river. I knew that look—she wasn’t coming back tonight. I’d driven around for hours after she left. Couldn’t go home. Couldn’t face Diana sleeping in the guest room with her hand on her stomach like the baby was already a shield between us. So I ended up here. Like some pathetic asshole who couldn’t let his own niece have one night of space. I climbed out and shut the door quietly. The porch steps creaked under my weight. Before I could knock, the door opened. Madam Lucy stood there in her robe, hair in a loose braid, eyes sharp even at this hour. She didn’t look surprised. “Mr. Xavier,” she said softly. No judgm

Aurora's POV I sat there on the edge of the narrow bed in Madam Lucy’s guest room, the quilt bunched under my thighs, and tried to breathe around the weight in my chest. One year. The words kept looping in my head like some cruel echo. One year across an ocean. One year of proper distance. One year of letting the scandal breathe and die while Xavier cleaned up the mess Diana and Carter had made. It made sense. God, I hated that it made sense. Xavier was still crouched in front of me, hands warm on my knees, eyes steady even though I could see the exhaustion in them. The midnight light from the window painted shadows across his face, sharpening the line of his jaw, the faint stubble I wanted to feel against my skin. My uncle. My everything. Asking me to leave him for a year. “Say something,” he murmured. His thumbs brushed slow circles on my knees, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he stopped touching me. “Yell at me. Tell me I’m an asshole. Just… don’t go quiet on me, Rory.” I l

Aurora's POV The morning felt wrong from the second I woke up. Too bright. Too quiet. My suitcase sat by the door like an accusation, and I kept staring at it while I drank the coffee Xavier had left on the counter exactly how I liked it—extra cream, no sugar. He didn’t hover. He gave me the space I’d asked for, but somehow that made everything heavier. He drove me himself. No Steve. No Ray. Just the two of us in the black SUV, the city waking up slow and golden around us. His hand rested on my thigh almost the whole drive, thumb brushing slow, absent circles like he needed to feel I was still real. “You nervous?” he asked after a long stretch of silence, voice low and careful. I looked over at him. The early light caught the sharp line of his jaw, the faint shadows under his eyes. He hadn’t slept much either. “A little,” I admitted. “Mostly about the year. Not the flying. The… everything else.” He nodded, eyes on the road. “You’ll be okay. The program’s good. You’ll bury yourse

Xavier's POV The mansion echoed like a tomb. I stood in the foyer at dawn, briefcase in hand, staring at the empty staircase. “This isn’t a home anymore,” I muttered to the shadows. “It’s just a fucking house without you, Aurora.” --- By late evening, my home office had become a war room. Screens glowed with spreadsheets, legal briefs, and encrypted reports. I was on my third call of the hour, voice clipped and cold. “Freeze every account linked to her shell companies in the Caymans,” I ordered my lead investigator. “I don’t care if it takes pulling favors with regulators. Diana signed the settlement, but she’s still a threat. Dig deeper. I want her completely neutralized.” The investigator cleared his throat on the line. “Mr. Voss, we’re moving fast, but some of these trails are layered. It could take another week to—” “A week is too long,” I cut in sharply. “She almost destroyed everything once. I won’t give her the chance to regroup and come after Aurora again. Double the te

Aurora's POV “Pass the popcorn, girl. And don’t skimp on the butter this time. I know your secret healthy stash.” Isla’s voice cut through the cozy living room of the safe house like a burst of sunshine, pulling me out of my thoughts. She was sprawled on the oversized couch, legs draped over the armrest, remote in hand as she scrolled through movie options. We had been living together for weeks now, and what started as polite tolerance had slowly bloomed into something real—genuine friendship. The kind that felt rare in my chaotic life. I tossed the bowl her way with a small laugh. “It’s not a secret stash. It’s just olive oil and sea salt. Healthier.” “Healthier, boring-er,” Isla corrected, grinning as she caught the bowl one-handed. She popped a handful into her mouth and sighed dramatically. “Okay, but seriously, Aurora. How are you still so calm? I’d be climbing the walls if I was hiding from some crazy ex-drama. You’re like… zen master level.” I settled beside her, tucking m