Semua Bab Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Dante’s POV The evening light over the Norwegian fjord was fading into deep blues and purples, the mountains casting long shadows across the dark water like ancient sentinels keeping watch. I stand at the window of my room in the research lodge, the glass cool beneath my fingertips as I gazed out at the dramatic landscape. The day’s meetings had gone better than expected. Amelia’s presentation had been sharp, confident, and thoroughly impressive…her voice steady as she laid out the research data, commanding the room in a way that went far beyond mere competence. She is proving herself here, carving out space away from the mess back home. Yet it was the memory of earlier that refused to leave me alone: her standing in the doorway in nothing but that flimsy white towel, damp skin still glowing from the shower, the fabric barely clinging to the curve of her ass and the swell of her breasts. The way she had lifted her chin with that defiant spark, pretending the exposure didn’t ra

The morning air is sharp and clean as Dante and I leave the lodge for the scheduled stakeholder meeting. The fjord gleams under a pale sun, mist still clinging to the water’s surface like a soft veil. I’m dressed for the day in practical layers….thermal base, a fitted sweater, and a waterproof jacket…my hair pulled back tightly, notes tucked securely in my bag. My body still carries a faint, secret sensitivity from last night’s shower, the memory of my fingers and the intense fantasy of Dante making my cheeks warm even now. I avoid looking at him too directly as we drive along the winding coastal road, the engine’s low hum filling the charged silence between us. We arrive at the modern conference building perched on a hillside overlooking the water. The reception area is quiet, the receptionist offering an apologetic smile as she checks her screen. “I’m so sorry…the meeting has been postponed until tomorrow afternoon. There was a scheduling conflict with one of the key inter

Dante’s POVI am standing just inside Amelia’s room at the research lodge, the heavy wooden door clicking shut softly behind us with a finality that echoes in the quiet space. The warm lamplight from the bedside table is casting a soft, golden glow over everything….the crisp white sheets on the king bed, the dark wood furniture, the large window overlooking the inky black fjord where distant waves lap rhythmically against the shore. The air inside is warmer than the biting Norwegian night outside, carrying the faint scent of the lodge’s pine cleaner mixed with the lingering trace of Amelia’s shampoo and the richer, headier notes of red wine from the celebration. My arm is still firmly around her waist, supporting most of her weight as she leans heavily into my side, her body soft and pliant through her coat and blouse, her steps weaving unsteadily on the polished wooden floor.I am feeling every point of contact acutely……the warmth of her hip against my palm, the way her head occas

The sobs come harder, my chest heaving as I curl in on myself. The cold air from the window raises goosebumps on my arms, but it’s nothing compared to the chill settling in my bones. Social media is ruthless….strangers picking apart my body, my marriage, my choices. Each one stings like a fresh wound, reopening the scars from the family party where Sophia had mocked my flat stomach while cradling hers.“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I repeat to Claire, my voice smaller now, exhausted. “I got drunk celebrating something I earned. Dante made sure I got back safely. That’s all. But no one wants the truth. They just want the scandal. The Wolfe family drama sells.”Claire is quiet for a moment, then firm. “You need to get ahead of this. Call a publicist or something. Or at least post your side. And I’m your lawyer we can sue the reporters if need be. But first, breathe. You’re in Norway for a reason. Don’t let this ruin the trip.”I nod even though she can’t see me, wiping my face with

Ethan’s messages are escalating too, a string of increasingly angry texts demanding I call him, accusing me of embarrassing the family, of throwing myself at Dante to hurt him. I don’t open them fully. I can’t.. I came to Norway to breathe, to work, to reclaim something of myself after months of shrinking. Now the world is watching and twisting even that into something ugly.I need air. Real air. I step out onto the small balcony, sliding the glass door closed behind me with a soft click. The cold hits immediately, sharp and invigorating, raising goosebumps on my arms beneath the sweater. The fjord stretches out below, beautiful and vast, the water a deep, dark mirror reflecting the fading oranges and pinks of the sunset. Mist is rising from the surface, curling like whispered secrets around the base of the steep mountains. The wind is picking up noticeably, tugging at my hair and the edges of my new scarf, carrying the briny scent of the sea and the deep green of the pine forest