All Chapters of My Ex Fiancé Uncle’s Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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You’re Hiding Something

Ava’s POVWhen the knocking finally stopped, I stayed frozen for several seconds, my pulse hammering so hard it felt like it was pushing against my ribs. The silence that followed didn’t feel like relief, it felt like something was waiting for me to move first. I didn’t breathe properly until the sound of the rain outside returned to fill the apartment again. Even then, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t alone.Slowly, I forced myself toward the door, moving carefully like the air itself might react to me. I checked the peephole and saw nothing except a medium-sized package sitting neatly outside. My stomach tightened immediately because nothing about it felt accidental or harmless. I stood there too long before finally unlocking the door and dragging it inside.The box had no return address or label, just clean edges and perfect sealing tape. A cold unease spread through my body as I placed it on the kitchen counter and stared at it for several seconds. When I finally opened

Lines That Shouldn’t Blur

Adrian’s POVI returned to the suite much later than I intended.Most of the lights were off, leaving only the glow of the city spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chicago stretched endlessly below, all steel and white lights against the darkness. I expected the suite to be quiet.It wasn’t. A thin strip of light spilled from Ava’s bedroom door. I slowed without meaning to.The door was slightly open, just enough for me to see inside. Ava stood by the window with her back partially turned toward me, one arm folded across her waist as she looked down at the city below. Her hair was loose for once, falling over her shoulders in dark waves that caught the light from outside.She looked different like this. Less guarded.Less like the woman who spent her days arguing with me and pretending she wasn’t affected by my presence.For a moment, she simply stood there staring at the skyline. Then she smiled. A real smile.Not the polite one she used during meetings. Not the sarcastic

She’s Hiding Something

Adrian’s POV A cold feeling settled heavily in my chest. For several seconds, I stood motionless in the middle of the suite, staring at the message glowing on my screen. “She’s not the only one being watched”. The words felt deliberate. Calculated. Like whoever sent them knew exactly how much attention it would command. Chicago glittered beyond the glass walls of the suite, thousands of lights stretching endlessly into the darkness. Earlier, the view had seemed impressive. Now it felt different. Like someone was staring back. My phone vibrated again. The sharp sound cut through the silence. Noah. I answered immediately. “What do you have?” There was a brief pause before his voice came through. “Good news is we identified the man following you.” I straightened. “And the bad news?” A curse slipped from his mouth. “We lost him.” My jaw tightened. Of course we did. Noah hated failure almost as much as I did. I could hear the frustration underneath his controlled tone. “He knew exa

The cost of secrets

Adrian’s POV The light beneath Ava’s door was still visible. I stood outside for several seconds, staring at it while Noah’s words continued circling through my mind. Someone had been following me. Someone connected to Aurelius Group. And somehow, despite everything I had already uncovered, it felt like I was still missing the most important piece. My hand lifted before I could change my mind. Three sharp knocks broke the silence. For a moment, nothing happened. Then I heard movement from inside. The door opened slowly. Ava looked up at me, surprise flashing across her face before concern quickly followed. Her hair was still loose around her shoulders, and she looked far too awake for someone who had claimed she was exhausted earlier. “Adrian?” I studied her face carefully. Her hair was still loose around her shoulders. She looked tired. Not physically. The kind of tired that came from carrying something alone for too long. “We need to talk.” Something in my tone must hav

The Conversation

Ava’s POVBy the time I woke up, Adrian was already moving around the suite. The distant sound of his voice drifted from the living room, low and focused as he spoke on the phone, probably discussing whatever business emergency demanded his attention this morning. Sunlight struggled through the cloudy Chicago sky, painting the room in dull shades of gray that matched the exhaustion still lingering in my body. For a few seconds, I stayed where I was, staring at the ceiling and trying to convince myself that everything happening around us wasn’t slowly spiraling out of control.I eventually climbed out of bed and got ready for the day. The thought of returning to Manhattan tomorrow brought a surprising amount of relief because Chicago had started to feel less like a business trip and more like a place where every answer only created three new questions. I missed my apartment, my routine, and even the annoying sounds from the coffee shop below my building. Most of all, I missed feeling l

What Changed

Ava’s POV By the time I woke up the next morning, Adrian was already awake. I could hear his voice drifting from the living room through the partially open bedroom door. It was low and controlled, the voice he used when discussing business, and somehow that alone made everything feel normal again. Last night felt almost unreal now, like something that had happened in another lifetime instead of a few hours ago. I remained beneath the blankets for a few extra moments. The memory of his lips on mine tried to sneak into my thoughts. The way his hands had held me and oh what those hands could do to me. I immediately shoved it away. That turned out to be a mistake because now it was the only thing I could think about. With an annoyed groan, I sat up and rubbed my face. This was going to be a long day. After showering and dressing, I stepped into the living room. Adrian was seated at the dining table with his laptop open and a cup of coffee beside him. His attention lifted the mo

You Should Have Listened

Ava’s POV The screaming lasted far longer than it should have. At one point Chloe actually threw a cushion at me while Mia covered her mouth with both hands and stared at me like I had personally announced I was moving to another planet. I remained wedged into the corner of the couch wishing I could disappear into the cushions and never come back out. Unfortunately, neither of them seemed interested in letting that happen. “You kissed Adrian Blackwood?” Chloe demanded. I groaned immediately. “Please stop saying his full name like that.” “I’m going to keep saying his full name because I need you to understand the seriousness of the situation.” Chloe pointed dramatically at me from across the coffee table. “You kissed Adrian Blackwood.” Mia finally found her voice. “Wait, wait, wait.” She sat forward so quickly that her drink nearly tipped over. “How did it happen?” I immediately regretted opening my mouth. “I’m not telling you that.” “You absolutely are.” “No.” “Yes.” I looked

The Missing Piece

Adrian’s POV I called Ava the moment I got to the office. Not because I had a reason to but because I wanted to hear her voice. I gave her a week leave from the office to rest after everything that happened in Chicago. The thought irritated me more than it should have. I loosened my tie as I stepped into my office and closed the door behind me. The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows while my phone rang twice before she answered. “Hey, good morning.” I said softly, surprised on how easy that came out “Good morning,” she replied. She sounded tired. “You sound exhausted.” The kind of tired that comes from spending an entire night thinking. “I didn’t sleep much.” I frowned immediately. “You okay?” A brief pause followed. “Yeah.” I leaned against my desk. “You don’t sound okay.” That earned a small laugh. Then she sighed. “I got another text last night.” I sighed deeply this time around. “I’ll be right there.” Before she could respond, I ended the call. Something

The Trap

Adrian’s POV The drive to Victoria’s penthouse felt longer than it should have. Manhattan moved around me in a blur of headlights, traffic, and impatient horns, but I barely noticed any of it. My attention remained fixed on one thing. Victoria. I hadn’t seen her in years. Not really. There had been photographs occasionally. News articles. Reports from people who thought I cared enough to hear updates about her life. I never listened. At least that’s what I told myself. Because secretly I wanted to know. The truth was more complicated. For a long time after she left, I couldn’t go a day without thinking about her. Then a week. Then a month. Then eventually an entire year passed and I realized I had survived it. Not healed. Survived. There was a difference. The city lights flashed through the car windows as I leaned back against the seat. I still remembered the day everything ended. Not the crash. Not the hospital. After. When she pushed me away. I had spent weeks trying to sta

By My Side

Adrian’s POV The drive from Victoria’s penthouse to Ava’s apartment should have taken twenty minutes. Somehow it felt like an hour. Every traffic light seemed longer than usual, every red light felt personal, and every memory Victoria had dragged out of me refused to stay where it belonged. By the time I pulled up outside Ava’s building, I was more exhausted than I had been after some of the worst business negotiations of my career. I remained seated inside the car for several seconds after the engine died. The city moved around me without pause, people hurrying down sidewalks, taxis blaring their horns, delivery trucks blocking entire lanes as if they owned Manhattan. Everything looked normal. Meanwhile my thoughts felt like a battlefield. Victoria had changed. That was the problem. The woman I remembered had always been difficult, passionate, stubborn, and impossible to predict. What I had seen today was something else entirely. Something sharper. Something obsessed. And s

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