บททั้งหมดของ Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

When I get back to Elena’s apartment that night, the first thing I do is walk straight to my bedroom and pull down the small whiteboard resting against the wall. The board is covered in strategies aimed at getting under Damien’s skin—my foolish attempts to make him fall in love with me.I grab an eraser and wipe the whiteboard clean.“Damien Hartwell can go fuck himself,” I say under my breath, tossing the markers and eraser into the trash bin before blocking Damien’s number.Damien doesn’t get to break me. My father’s case is still in court. That is the only case that matters. The remaining months of this contract are just a countdown to my freedom, and I am going to focus entirely on clearing my father's name.The next morning, I wake up, put on a simple beige suit, and head straight to Hartwell Logistics. I walk through the front doors with my head held high. People whisper as I pass by. Eyes follow me from the reception desk all the way into the elevator, but I keep my chin up. Le

I force myself up from the cold floor by the front door, my legs trembling beneath my weight. I drag myself into the bathroom, strip off my clothes, and turn the shower on high. The warm water stings my skin, but it does nothing to wash away the heavy ache in my chest. I lean against the wet tiles and cry until my throat is raw.Despite everything-despite his cold words in that hospital room, the public breakup, and the way he broke my heart—I still miss him. I miss him like crazy, I miss his touch, his voice, his kisses, the way he looks at me and the sweet comfort I foolishly thought we shared. I miss everything about him and the realization makes me hate myself even more.I dry off, put on an oversized shirt, and crawl into bed. I pull the blanket over my head and cry myself to sleep.My loud, persistent ringtone wakes me the next morning. I reach out half asleep, searching the nightstand until my fingers wrap around my phone. My heart skips a beat when I see the caller ID. It’s Ba

He subtly shifts his jaw - only a little, yet enough for me to recognise it, for me to realise that he is avoiding eye contact with me, and right then I realise the story is much bigger than I thought it was.“What happened that night?”He taps one finger against the table, just once. He still avoids contact with my gaze. "The incident is still under investigation."“That's not what I was asking.”His eyes come back to mine. The room seems too silent – just the sound of the air conditioning system, the slight ticking of the silver clock on the wall, sunlight falling into bright stripes on the floor. He seems impossibly serene in the midst of all this, except for the dark circles around his eyes, which tell me he belongs in the hospital bed rather than here.“Was the accident deliberate?”“Aria—”He doesn’t need to say more. Everything is clear from his face.He doesn’t have to finish. It’s written all over his face.My stomach drops. “So someone actually is trying to harm us.”His sil

The line goes almost silent.From the other end, I can hear Dad’s breathing growing quicker by the second.“Aria…”I close my eyes.I know telling him this way, without any warning, is cruel. Maybe even selfish. But I can’t keep carrying this secret alone.It has been weeks since I found out. Weeks since I saw that message on Diana’s phone and started questioning everything I thought I knew about my family. With everything that has been happening, I haven’t had the time to look for other ways to establish Caleb’s biological identity or find out who his real father is. After the test with Ethan came out negative, I was left with no other leads.And now that my father’s case is finally moving forward, I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t exist. Even if I don’t have another solid lead, he deserves to know.“Dad, I know this is a lot.”“A lot?” His voice finally comes through, strained and disbelieving. “What exactly are you saying?”I swallow.“I’m saying that Caleb may not be your biolo

I stare at my phone screen in genuine shock to be sure I heard what my Dad said properly, then I press the phone to my ear again. "A suspect has being arrested for witness Bryce’s death? Did they give you a name?" I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Dad, who did they arrest?" "I don't have a name yet," Dad answers, his breathing heavy over the line. "Becker just called me from the precinct. They picked him up near the industrial docks on an outstanding warrant, and his prints matched a partial lift from Bryce's apartment. Becker is already on his way down there." "I'm coming too," I say immediately, not giving him a chance to object. I hang up, spin on my heel, and grab my jacket off the back of the sofa. Elena looks up from the bed, her mischievous mood vanishing instantly as she sees the serious panic written across my face. "Aria? What happened?" "They found someone connected to Bryce's murder," I tell her, shoving my feet into my shoes. "I have to go to the station