All Chapters of His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aurora's POV I woke up to my phone vibrating itself off the nightstand. The room was still dark, the first gray light of dawn barely creeping through the heavy curtains. My body felt heavy, sore in the best and worst ways from last night with Xavier — his cock so deep inside me, his cum still faintly leaking between my thighs even after I’d cleaned up. But the buzzing wouldn’t stop. I reached for the phone with a groan, squinting at the screen. Seventeen missed calls. Dozens of texts. Notifications stacked on top of each other like an avalanche. My stomach dropped before I even opened them. The headline at the top of my feed made my blood run cold. “Billionaire CEO Xavier Griffins and His Ward: What Really Goes On Behind Closed Doors?” I sat up fast, heart hammering. The article was already trending. Number one on every platform. I tapped it with shaking fingers and started reading. The piece was vague enough to avoid immediate lawsuits but detailed enough to destroy us. It men

Aurora's POV “I can’t do this anymore,” I said, pacing the length of the living room for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. “I’ve been stuck inside this mansion for two days straight. The gates are closed, the curtains are drawn, and I feel like I’m going insane.” Madam Lucy watched me from the doorway, arms crossed. “Mr. Xavier gave clear instructions. No leaving the grounds. The reporters are still camped outside.” “I know what he said,” I snapped, then immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I just… I need air. I need to feel like a person again instead of a prisoner in my own home.” The doorbell rang. Madam Lucy went to answer it, and a moment later Marinette and Rose walked in, both looking worried but determined. Marinette had a bag of snacks slung over her shoulder, Rose carried a stack of notebooks like she was ready to organize a crisis. “Finally,” Marinette said, pulling me into a tight hug the second she saw me. “We’ve been texting you nonstop. You look like

Xavier's POV I stood at the podium in the main conference room of Griffins Tower, the lights from the cameras blinding but familiar. The room was packed — reporters, analysts, a few brave investors who had shown up in person. The air was thick with anticipation and barely concealed judgment. They all wanted blood. They wanted me to crack, to stumble, to give them the scandal they were salivating for. I didn’t give them anything. I adjusted the microphone with steady hands and looked directly into the cameras, my voice calm, measured, authoritative. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming on short notice,” I began. “As many of you know, my company has faced increased scrutiny in recent days due to certain unsubstantiated rumors circulating in the media. While I will not dignify those rumors with a direct response, I will say this: Griffins Enterprises remains committed to integrity, innovation, and long-term stability. Our quarterly projections are strong. Our partnerships are

Xavier's POV The phone on my desk wouldn’t stop ringing. I had already taken calls from three board members, two major investors, and my lead counsel in the last hour. The scandal was still bleeding into every corner of my life. Headlines, social media, whispered conversations in every corporate hallway. “Billionaire CEO Xavier Griffins and His Ward: What Really Goes On Behind Closed Doors?” had become the story of the week. Diana had played her final card perfectly. But I refused to let it destroy what Aurora and I had built. Steve knocked once and stepped into my office, his expression grim but professional. “Sir. Carter Mills is here. He insisted on seeing you directly. Said he has information you’ll want to hear. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Carter Mills. The name alone made my jaw tighten. He had been circling this mess for months, always in Diana’s shadow, always looking for the right moment to strike. I had known he would surface eventually. Men like Carter never stay

Xavier's POV I sat alone in my office, the thick folder Steve had delivered open on the desk in front of me. The verification team had worked through the night, cross-checking every document, every bank transfer, every medical record Carter had offered. What I held in my hands was worse than I had imagined. Much worse. I picked up the summary page and read it aloud to the empty room, my voice low and controlled. “Financial fraud. Forged medical documents. Backdated ultrasounds. Payments to doctors to falsify records. The pregnancy itself was staged from the beginning. Diana used a surrogate. Paid her off. The baby isn’t hers biologically. It isn’t mine. It was all a deliberate trap.” I closed the folder and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. The rage was there, hot and familiar, but underneath it was something colder. More calculated. Diana had played a long game. She had used an innocent child as a pawn. She had lied, forged, bribed, and manipulated for months. And