Alle Kapitel von Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Uncle: His Plus-Size Desire: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

A few months had passed since that passionate night. Our lives had settled into a new and calmer rhythm. Julian had fully recovered, his once-weak legs were now strong again, he could walk without a cane, and even started jogging in the mornings. The doctor said his recovery was remarkable, a miracle given how severe his injuries had been.And I, I was still managing the company, though now with a lighter load. Julian had returned to leading, and I spent more time at home, taking care of the children and enjoying the peace we had finally found.Today, after a long board meeting, Julian and I sat in his office. He looked fresh and full of energy, so different from a few months ago when he was still in a wheelchair. He looked at me with a warm smile, his hand reaching for mine across the table."I've been thinking about something."I frowned. "What is it?"Julian took a deep breath, his eyes looking at me seriously. "I want you to stop working at the company."I was shocked. "What? What

POV: Damian - ParisI sat on the sofa in my cramped apartment on the outskirts of Paris, the lamp only illuminating half the room. A half-empty bottle of red wine sat on the coffee table in front of me. In my hand, my phone displayed a photo that shattered my heart into pieces.Lorena.She was smiling in that photo, her hand extended gracefully, showing off a diamond ring sparkling on her ring finger. Julian's ring. I knew because Julian had posted the same photo on his account with the caption: "For eternity, my love.""I've lost you forever," I muttered, my voice hoarse from alcohol and despair.I scrolled down, looking at other photos. Lorena with her children. William and Roseanne. They looked happy. A perfect family. A family that was never meant to be mine.I pressed the power button on my phone, the screen going dark. But Lorena's image was still seared into my eyes. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at Julian. All of that should have been mine. We

Damian - POVTwo weeks had passed. We failed. Everything went wrong.I stared at the computer screen in our cramped rented room, a dingy place above a closed-down bakery in Saint-Denis, the northern outskirts of Paris. Élise sat beside me, her face pale, dark circles under her eyes. We hadn't slept properly in days.The journalist I contacted turned out to be working for them. He betrayed us. He leaked our location. We had to run again, changing hiding places almost every night. My savings were nearly gone. I had sold my watch, my phone, all my valuables.Élise's face was bruised from when we fled the ambush three nights ago. I had a deep wound on my arm that I stitched myself, poorly."We can't keep running like this," I said, rubbing my tired eyes. "We have no resources, no allies. Everywhere we go, they're one step ahead.""Then what should we do?" Élise's voice was almost a whisper. "Give up?""No." My jaw tightened. "We need to leave this country. Completely leave.""But where ca

Damian - POVJulian stood at the doorway, his eyes quickly sweeping the dark room. The light from the hallway behind him created a silhouette that was almost like an angel of death. In his hand, he held a smoking gun."Damian!" He rushed over, kneeling beside me. His cold hand touched my swollen face. "Damian, can you hear me?"I tried to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse sound and a bloody cough. Every breath felt like a dagger stabbing my cracked ribs."Élise..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. "They... they took her..."Julian looked back, signaling to his men. "Find the girl! Now!" Two armed men immediately ran out of the room.Julian turned back to me, his eyes full of concern. "You're in bad shape, Damian. We need to get you to the hospital immediately.""I don't care..." I coughed up blood. "Élise... I promised to protect her...""You did protect her," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You held on until I came. That's enough."He tried to lift me, but I screamed

Damian - POVÉlise turned and walked toward the departure gate. I watched her back as she grew farther away, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a deep emptiness.But then she stopped.She turned around, and from a distance I saw her final smile, a smile full of hope, full of courage. She raised her hand, waving at me, and I waved back, even though pain shot through my shoulder.Then she turned and kept walking. I watched her pass through the security gate, hand her passport to the officer, and disappear behind the glass wall.Élise was gone."I'll miss you, little girl," I whispered to myself.Julian walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder. "She'll be fine. I've arranged for someone to pick her up in Jakarta. She'll stay at a safe house until things settle down."I nodded, unable to speak."Come on," Julian said. "We need to go. Lorena is waiting for you outside."I let him push my wheelchair out of the airport. Outside, the Paris sunlight greeted me, warm, but not