All Chapters of My Uncle, My Forbidden love : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aurora's POV A knock sounded on the door of our small university accommodation on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday afternoon. I was halfway through highlighting a textbook passage, hair in a messy bun, wearing an oversized sweater that definitely belonged to Xavier from one of our stolen nights months ago. Isla was in the kitchen humming off-key while making coffee. “Probably the neighbor again,” I called out lazily. “Can you get it? I’m in the middle of—” The knock came again, firmer. Insistent. I sighed, set my highlighter down, and padded to the door in my socks. I turned the handle and opened it. And froze. Xavier stood there in the hallway, tall and devastating in a dark coat, eyes locked on mine like he had crossed oceans just to stand in this exact spot. No warning. No text. No call. Just him—here—on a random Tuesday. My mouth opened but no words came out. I stared, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought he could hear it. Isla appeared behind me, wiping her hands

Aurora's POVThe car rolled through the familiar iron gates of the estate, and for the first time in six months, something tight in my chest finally loosened. Home. Scotland had been all misty hills and stubborn independence, but this—this sprawling stone fortress with its perfectly manicured lawns and the faint scent of pine from the surrounding woods—was still the place that held my roots. I glanced over at Xavier in the driver’s seat, his hands steady on the wheel, that same commanding presence that had both protected and suffocated me for years. I was happy to be back. Truly. But Scotland had changed me in ways I hadn’t fully admitted until this moment. Six months away from his constant decisions, his quiet assumptions that he knew best, had taught me I could breathe on my own. I didn’t want to slip back into the old pattern like it was a well-worn coat.The car stopped smoothly in the circular drive. Before I could even reach for my door handle, Xavier was out, rounding the fron

Aurora's POV Denial crashed over me first, hot and insistent, like a wave trying to drag me back to safer shores. This couldn’t be real. I refreshed the page, then opened three more tabs, cross-referencing every archived record I could find. Daniel Hayes. There he was again—in the early incorporation documents, in shareholder resolutions from the company’s first volatile years, even in a scanned board meeting summary where his name sat right beside Xavier’s. My stomach twisted. I had spent my entire life believing Xavier had built Griffins Enterprises alone, the self-made empire everyone praised in interviews and glossy profiles. Yet here was proof my father had been woven into its foundation all along. “Isla, look at this,” I said, tilting my laptop screen toward the camera on our video call. Her face filled the small window, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she sipped from a mug back in her apartment. “It’s everywhere. Daniel Hayes. Not some random investor—repeatedly. Why ha

Xavier's POV The door to my office clicked shut behind me with a finality that did little to calm the storm brewing in my chest. The grandfather clock in the hall had struck ten, but sleep was a distant luxury. I poured two fingers of scotch into a crystal glass, the amber liquid catching the lamplight, and dropped into the leather chair behind my desk. The printed agreement still burned in my mind—Aurora’s face when she’d confronted me, that mix of betrayal and steel I’d watched harden since her return from Scotland. I dialed Steve before I could second-guess myself. He answered on the first ring, as always. “Xavier. I assume this is about the documents.” “How the hell did someone access Daniel’s old corporate agreement?” I demanded, voice low but edged with fury. “That was supposed to be sealed. Archived. Inaccessible without my direct authorization.” Steve exhaled, the sound of keyboard clicks faint in the background. “It was pulled from the sealed archive, sir. The physical o

Aurora's POV The words “Then I think I need to move out” still echoed in the library like a gunshot. I didn’t wait for Xavier’s response. I turned on my heel and walked upstairs, my footsteps deliberate on the polished marble, each step carrying the weight of every secret, every withheld truth, and every moment I had trusted him without question. The mansion, once a sanctuary of warmth and stability, now felt suffocating—its high ceilings and elegant furnishings closing in like the bars of a beautiful cage. I pushed open the door to my bedroom and headed straight for the walk-in closet. Suitcases I hadn’t touched since Scotland waited on the top shelf. I dragged two of them down, the wheels rattling loudly against the hardwood floor, and began pulling clothes from hangers with mechanical efficiency. Silks, cashmeres, and tailored pieces I had once worn to Griffins events landed in careless heaps. I didn’t care about folding. I just needed to move, to act, before doubt could creep in