All Chapters of Forbidden Obsession Married By Contract To His Uncle : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Exile at the Airport The international airport hummed with its usual busy energy. Beyond the towering thick glass walls, the world moved on without pause. Flight announcements echoed one after another in a dozen languages, blending with the roll of suitcase wheels across polished marble floors, the steady rush of footsteps, and the quiet sobs of parting alongside warm laughter from people embracing. Some stood ready to see the world, others returned to the arms of family, and still others hurried to catch flights that would take them far away. Everyone moved toward their own fate, carrying hopes of their own. Yet in one secluded VIP lounge, cut off from the crowds outside, the air felt far heavier and more suffocating. Inside that dim, mahogany-paneled room, the chill from the air conditioning settled deep in the bones. There was no warmth, no laughter, and no hope. Only an invisible, suffocating tension filling every corner, making it hard for anyone there to draw even a single e

The Truth Laid Bare Memory after memory flashed through Elio’s mind. Images of the past danced in his thoughts like fragments of old film, tormenting him. He recalled the very first day she set foot in the Castello family estate. Surrounded by luxury that felt as cold as snow and gazes that were sharp and mocking, Aixa had stood with rare steadfastness. The first time he saw her smile genuinely even while being treated coldly by everyone around her, Elio knew there was something different about her. That smile held no falseness. It was something utterly foreign in a social circle draped in masks of greed. He remembered how she had quietly stood by him through hard times. When his first major project failed and every uncle and cousin turned their backs, only Aixa brought him a cup of warm tea, sat beside him in silence, and spoke words of encouragement without asking for anything in return. And most painful of all was how she had always defended Fernando, even when Fernando himse

Too Late for Regret Elio looked at him for a long moment. His gaze held a painful mix of bitterness, honesty, and profound empathy. It was the look of someone who understood exactly how shattering this truth would be to an uncle who had always believed he controlled everything. “It was not my secret to tell,” Elio said quietly. His tone was steady yet sharp with meaning. “Aixa herself begged me to keep it from you. She did not want her child raised in the cold and manipulative world of this family. She wanted to protect her baby from the man who had broken her heart.” Fernando felt his throat tighten painfully. The guilt rising in his chest was thick and suffocating, burning away every breath he tried to take. “How long have you known,” Fernando asked. His voice shook, stripped of every trace of the authority he had carried for so many years. “I found out by chance,” Elio said with a long sigh. “I went to the clinic where Aixa had gone for checkups in secret after your divorce.

A TRUTH THAT COMES TOO LATE They did not even know her real name. To the outside world, to thousands of eyes hungry for the misfortune of others, she was nothing more than a shadow with no identity of her own. She was a woman whose name was always tied to the power of her former husband. To the cold public of Madrid, she was simply Fernando Castello’s ex-wife. The woman who carried a scandal. A figure the media had created to be condemned, reviled, and cornered in every entertainment gossip column. She was the face in that humiliating video that had once shaken the world. A cheap recording designed deliberately to tear her dignity down. Yet the real truth had long since been revealed behind closed doors. The video had been legally proven the work of highly refined digital manipulation by an internal investigation team. Forensic evidence had been gathered. The identities of the hackers and architects of the deception had been secured. And the court had recorded that Aixa was entirely

A NEW DESTINATION AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD Isabel drew her chair closer, the old wood scraping loudly against the cold tile floor. She wrapped her hands around Aixa’s. Hers were warm and work-worn, a vivid contrast to Aixa’s pale, ice-cold fingers. The hold was more than comfort. It was an anchor of love in the storm of suffering battering her niece’s spirit. “Where will you go?” Isabel asked softly, her voice nearly lost to the rain drumming the glass. Her gaze searched Aixa’s face, reading the exhaustion written deep in her eyes. Aixa paused. Silence settled heavy between them, charged with every weighing thought. Her mind traveled far beyond the apartment walls, past Madrid’s cloud-shrouded skyline, to a vast land across the Atlantic she had never touched. “Argentina,” she whispered at last. Isabel’s eyes widened. Her brows lifted in genuine shock at the name that had fallen from her niece’s lips. “That far?” Her voice trembled with disbelief. Argentina lay thousands of miles