All Chapters of His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: Legal.

Xavier's POV I sat at my desk with Marcus Hale on speakerphone. The lawyers had been working nonstop since the verification came through. “Marcus, walk me through it again,” I said. “I want every detail clear before we file. No surprises.” Marcus’s voice was crisp and professional. “We’re filing fraud charges this afternoon. Multiple counts — financial fraud, forgery of medical documents, bribery of healthcare professionals. We have bank records showing shell accounts. We have emails proving she paid doctors to backdate ultrasounds. The surrogate has already agreed to testify in exchange for immunity and protection. The custody arrangement is ready. We’re asking for full custody with supervised visitation only if she complies with the settlement. The settlement itself is generous on paper but ironclad. She gets a lump sum and monthly support for the child, but she signs away all rights to contact you or Aurora, all claims to the mansion, and agrees to a permanent restraining order.

Chapter 82: Marinette And Mark.

Marinette's POV “Mark, I swear to God if you say ‘on my terms’ one more time I’m throwing this coffee at your head,” I said, standing in the middle of the park with my arms crossed so tight I was probably cutting off circulation. Mark stood there in his stupid perfect button-down, looking like he’d rehearsed this whole speech in the mirror. “Marinette, come on. We graduated. We’re adults now. I want you back, but I need it to be on my terms. No more sneaking around. No more hiding from my sister. We do this right. My way.” I laughed so loud a bird flew out of the tree behind him. “Your way? Your way? That’s hilarious. Your way was bending me over your car after practice and telling me to be quiet so your sister didn’t hear. Your way was ‘just one more time, Marinette, no one has to know.’ Your way was treating me like your dirty little secret for six months. And now you want to do it again on your terms?” Mark stepped closer, lowering his voice like he thought that made him charmi

Chapter 83: Glowing.

Aurora's POV “You’re glowing like you just won the lottery and got free concert tickets for life,” Marinette said, flopping down on the couch beside me with a bag of sour gummies already open. “Spill. Did Xavier finally take you on that secret date you’ve been hinting at or did he just give you that look that makes your knees weak? Because you look like you’re floating on cloud nine and I need the tea.” I laughed, grabbing a gummy from the bag. “You’re ridiculous. I just had a good nap. That’s all. The scandal’s been exhausting. I needed the sleep. My brain’s been running nonstop with all the headlines and the comments. I feel like I haven’t slept properly in days. Every time I close my eyes I see the comments calling me disgusting. Calling him a monster. It’s been a lot. But today I actually slept without nightmares. That counts as a win, right?” Marinette narrowed her eyes, popping another gummy. “A good nap? Girl, please. Your cheeks are flushed. Your eyes are sparkling like you

Chapter 84: Xavier And Steve.

Xavier's POV The office was quiet for the first time in days. The phones had finally stopped ringing nonstop. The lawyers were handling the filings. The board was in emergency meetings. But none of that noise mattered right now. I sat behind my desk, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stared at the folder in front of me. Steve stood by the door, arms crossed, his usual stoic expression softened by the late hour. “You look like you’ve made a decision,” Steve said, breaking the silence. “Not the legal one. The real one.” I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my jaw. “I have. But I want your take first. You’ve been with me through all of this. The scandal. The leaks. The family calls. The board breathing down my neck. Tell me honestly, Steve. What do you see when you look at the future? Not the company. Not the legal mess. The real future. The one that includes Aurora.” Steve walked over and sat in the chair across from me, his posture straight but relax

Chapter 85: The Study Abroad Question.

Aurora's POV The library smelled like old books and fresh coffee when Xavier found me curled up in the big armchair by the window. I had been pretending to read the same page for twenty minutes, my mind still replaying the way the world had turned against us in the last few days. He sat on the arm of the chair, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “Have you thought any more about studying abroad?” he asked gently, his voice low and careful. “Not as an escape. Not as something I’m pushing. Just… what you want for yourself. Your dreams. Your future. I want to know what that looks like for you, Aurora. Really.” I felt my stomach twist immediately. Defensive words rose up before I could stop them. “Studying abroad? You’re bringing this up now? After everything? After the scandal and the headlines and the whole world calling us disgusting? You’re trying to send me away again? Like I’m some problem you need to solve? Like I’m still the little girl you need to protect from the big bad

Chapter 86: Not Going Anywhere.

Xavier's POV “I’m not sending you away, Aurora.” The words left my mouth before I could cage them, raw and unguarded in the dim light of my bedroom. She stood near the window, arms wrapped around herself like she was holding her pieces together, those wide eyes fixed on me as if I might shatter her with whatever came next. I took a step closer, my voice dropping. “I’m done deciding for you. For us. Tell me what you want. Truly. No more games. No more running because you think it’s what I need.” Silence swallowed the room. Aurora didn’t move. She didn’t speak. The clock on the wall ticked like a heartbeat, heavy and slow, while I watched the emotions flicker across her face—fear, longing, that stubborn fire that had drawn me in from the very first forbidden glance. Minutes stretched. I waited, chest tight, because this time I wouldn’t fill the quiet for her. This time, it had to be hers. Finally, her lips parted. Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling but clear. “I want t

Chapter 87: Diana Accepts.

Diana's POV “Sign here, Mrs. Diana , and initial every page where the red tabs are. This is the final offer.” My lawyer’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the air-conditioned office like a dull knife. I sat across from him, the heavy mahogany desk between us stacked with papers that smelled of fresh ink and defeat. Or victory. I still wasn’t sure which. I glanced at my phone for the hundredth time. Carter’s name glowed on the screen—three missed calls, two voicemails. I let it ring out again, thumb hovering before I silenced it completely. Not now, you coward. “Mrs. Diana ?” the lawyer prompted gently. I picked up the pen, its weight cool and final in my fingers. “Tell me again what I’m giving up for this check.” He leaned back, adjusting his glasses. “Full custody remains with you and the child’s father’s support is structured generously. Xavier’s team has agreed to the settlement amount, the NDAs, and the media silence clause. In return, you drop all claims to additional ass

Chapter 88: Rose Asks A Question.

Aurora's POV I was sprawled across my bed, earbuds in, trying to lose myself in a playlist that mixed moody indie with upbeat tracks that no longer felt like they fit my life. The fairy lights I’d strung up years ago still twinkled above me, but everything else had changed. We weren’t kids anymore. Xavier and I… we were supposed to be figuring out adulthood, yet the secrets between us made everything feel heavier than ever. The doorbell rang downstairs. Mom was out running errands, so I dragged myself up, hoodie half-zipped, hair thrown into a messy bun. When I opened the door, Rose stood there alone. No Marinette. No extra bubbly energy tagging along. Just Rose, in her favorite oversized denim jacket, looking like she had something serious on her mind. Her eyes met mine with that sharp, no-nonsense focus that always meant business. “Hey, Rory,” she said, stepping inside without waiting. “Marinette’s covering a shift at the café. I told her I had some stuff to handle.” I raised a

Chapter 89: The Letter.

Aurora's POV “You’re late,” Xavier said, his voice low and rough as I pushed through the brush to our spot by the river. He leaned against the truck like always, arms crossed, the fading light catching the sharp line of his jaw. My uncle. The man I wasn’t supposed to crave like this. “Yeah, well, something came up that pretty much proves you don’t trust me at all,” I snapped, slamming the passenger door harder than I meant to. He straightened, eyebrows pulling together. “Rory, what are you talking about? You said we needed to talk for real after Rose got in your head last night. I’ve been thinking about that all day—” I yanked the thick envelope out and thrust it at his chest. The fancy crest from St. Andrews glared under the truck’s interior light I’d flicked on. My fingers were shaking. “This. Explain this, Xavier. St. Andrews. Scotland. They accepted me. Except I never applied. You did.” Xavier took the letter, his fingers brushing mine for a second before he scanned the front

Chapter 90: Still Angry.

Aurora's POV The walk back from the river felt longer than it ever had. My sneakers kicked up gravel with every step, each crunch louder in the quiet night. I didn’t look back. Not once. If I did, I might have seen Xavier still standing there, watching me leave like he always did—unmoving, unapologetic, my uncle who thought he knew what was best for both of us. By the time I reached Madam Lucy’s little house on the edge of town, my legs burned and my eyes were dry from refusing to cry. I’d done enough of that already. The porch light was on, soft and yellow, like it had been waiting for me. I pushed the door open without knocking. She never locked it when she knew I might come. “Rory?” Madam Lucy’s voice floated from the kitchen, warm and unsurprised. She was already at the stove, kettle whistling like it had been put on the second she heard footsteps outside. “Come sit, child. You look like you’ve been fighting ghosts again.” I dropped my bag by the door and shuffled in, hoodie

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