All Chapters of His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Xavier's POV The silence after Aurora dropped Arthur Bell’s name stretched like a live wire. My grip on the phone tightened until I heard the plastic creak. Memories of a rainy afternoon eight years ago flooded back—standing graveside, shaking the widow’s hand, watching the coffin disappear into the earth. Arthur Bell was dead. Yet Aurora had just spoken to him. “Steve,” I snapped into the second line I kept open for emergencies. “Trace Aurora’s location immediately. Pull every string—phone GPS, credit card transaction from the booking, building security feeds. I want the address in sixty seconds.” “On it,” Steve replied tersely, keys clicking furiously in the background. Back on the primary call, I kept my voice as calm as possible. “Aurora, lock every single door right now. Check the windows. Deadbolt them. Do not open the door for anyone else until I get there.” Her anger erupted like a match to gasoline. “I just spent almost an hour speaking to Arthur Bell, Xavier! He sat rig

Aurora's POV The morning light felt harsh against my swollen eyes as I slipped out of the serviced apartment before the city fully woke. I hadn’t slept more than a few fragmented hours, the words “Ask Lucy. She knows.” burning behind my eyelids like a brand. I didn’t tell Xavier. I didn’t text Isla. This was something I needed to do alone, without another layer of protection or deflection standing between me and the truth. The drive to Madam Lucy’s house felt both familiar and foreign. The winding roads leading to her cozy cottage on the outskirts of the city had once represented safety—a place where I could escape Xavier’s intensity and breathe. Today, they felt like the path to another reckoning. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale, as I replayed the voice recorder I had imagined in my head a thousand times since discovering the faint handwriting. Madam Lucy’s garden was in full bloom, colorful flowers nodding gently in the breeze as if the world hadn’t til

Aurora's POV I pressed myself harder against the cold hallway wall, the phone slippery in my sweat-dampened palm. Xavier’s voice poured through the speaker in a frantic stream of commands, each word laced with raw fear. My eyes remained locked on the slightly ajar door to my apartment, the darkness beyond it suddenly alive with threat. The voice that had spoken moments earlier still echoed in my ears like a warning from the grave. “Stay exactly where you are, Aurora,” Xavier ordered, his tone sharp and authoritative but cracking at the edges with panic. “Do not move toward that door. I’m less than five minutes away. Steve is with me. Just breathe and stay on the line. Promise me you won’t hang up.” Before I could form a reply, movement stirred in the shadowed hallway inside my apartment. Leonard Bell stepped out slowly, deliberately, both hands raised in a universal gesture of surrender. The elderly man who had visited me earlier pretending to be his brother looked different in thi

Aurora's POV “You’re lying.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, sharp and breathless in the heavy silence of Xavier’s penthouse office. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to crack them open. Thirty-two percent. The number kept echoing in my head, refusing to settle. Xavier stood across from me, leaning against the edge of his massive desk with that calm, predatory stillness he wore when he knew he’d already won. His dark eyes never left my face, tracing the shock that must have been written all over it. The city lights glittered behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I could see was him—broad shoulders straining against his tailored shirt, the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw, the way his fingers flexed once like he was fighting the urge to reach for me. “I don’t lie to you about this, Aurora,” he said quietly, voice low and rough like velvet dragged over gravel. “Not anymore.” I shook my head, taking a shaky step back un

Xavier's POV The boardroom had turned into a fucking circus. Directors were shouting over each other, pointing fingers like this was some reality TV show instead of a billion-dollar company. Caldwell was red in the face, accusing Reeves of being the leak, while Reeves fired back that it had to be someone who benefited from destabilizing me. Papers were scattered everywhere. Phones kept buzzing. It was a goddamn mess. I slammed my hand on the table hard enough to make a few of them jump. “Enough.” My voice cut through the noise. “IT is already tracing the email. I want answers, not accusations flying around this room like idiots.” Steve was already on his phone in the corner, barking orders. I glanced across the table at Aurora. She wasn’t looking at the screen or the shouting men. Her eyes were moving slowly from face to face, studying everyone like she was trying to see through their bullshit. She looked calm on the outside, but I knew her too well—that slight press of her lips, t