บททั้งหมดของ Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

"Technically, I didn't tell him," Damien says, his voice low as he finally turns away from the window to face me. "George told him."I frown instantly, "George? How did George get to know about the brakes being tampered with, Damien? The doctors at the hospital didn't even say anything to George. The police report wasn't even made public. So how does George know?"Damien takes a slow breath, running a hand through his dark hair. He looks tired."Well, I told George," Damien explains, stepping toward me. "A few days ago, I called George for a private meeting. I wanted to talk to him about the little investigation I’ve been running into the strange, dangerous things happening around me lately. I told him straight out that Ethan’s name keeps reoccurring in every single distasteful incident."My heart skips a beat as I listen to him, my eyes fixed on his face."I laid everything out for George," Damien continues calmly. "I told him about the initial bomb threat my penthouse security recei

My eyes close as I welcome his warm lips and I slowly deepen the kiss. Any lingering hesitation I had dissolves the instant his lips opened to receive mine. A quiet gasp escapes my mouth, and Damien hungrily claims the sound, his tongue slipping past my lips with an overwhelming heat that makes my head spin.We pull at each other desperately, our hands moving over each other’s skin and clothes as if we are trying to make up for every second we spent apart. His bare chest presses against my palms, I drag my nails lightly down his back, feeling him shudder against me, while his big hands grip my waist, pulling me against his hard self. The taste of him, clean and intoxicating, completely consumes my senses.Before I can catch my breath, Damien breaks the kiss for a second, his eyes ablaze with raw desire. Without warning, he lifts me off the seat effortlessly with one arm, I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me across the living room to the large, plush sofa on the other end.

ARIA’S POV I don’t know the best way to comfort my dad, but I can hear it in his voice — he is breaking. His words come out hoarse, rough around the edges, the way a man’s voice sounds after he has already cried and is trying not to do it again. The image of him sitting alone somewhere, phone pressed to his ear, hits me harder than I expected. I still don’t fully understand why Diana did this. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe, from the message I saw on her phone, she only found out the truth recently herself. But none of that changes the fact that she cheated. I don’t know if my father ever looked at another woman during their marriage. What I do know is that I choose to believe he is not that kind of man. “Dad… are you okay?” His voice cracks. “God, Aria. I don’t even know what to do or say. How could she do this?” I stay quiet and simply listen. It breaks my heart to hear him like this. I have always despised cheating. Maybe some of that comes from what Ethan did to me, but there

“What the fuck are you doing?!”Gideon’s voice explodes across the driveway so loudly it makes me jump. I spin around and meet eyes so full of rage that for a second I barely recognise him. The only time I’ve ever seen him this close to losing control was during the bomb incident.I open my mouth to explain, but I quickly realise the question isn’t directed at me. Gideon is already storming toward Roberto, every step heavy with intimidation. The look on his face makes me genuinely afraid he might hit him, so I step between them without thinking, blocking his path.The move clearly shocks him. He stares at me in pure disbelief.“Really?” he demands.I ignore the accusation and feel anger rising instead. Why should I feel guilty for hanging out with a friend? And what exactly is Gideon’s problem?“What’s the problem?” I snap.Gideon scoffs and looks away, still furious. Then he turns back to Roberto, who is watching him with a similar hard expression.“Go. Home.” Gideon’s voice is low a

“Did you just say you’re in love with me?”The question hangs in the evening air, irreversible and far too loud. I didn’t want this. Not here. Not now. Not like this. Not with Gideon and Elena as witnesses and Damien standing only a few steps away, looking at me like I just rewrote the entire world.I frantically try to wipe the tears from my eyes as Damien starts walking toward us. He stops when he’s almost close enough to touch me. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are locked on mine with an intensity that makes my stomach twist.“Aria… listen carefully,” Elena whispers right beside my ear, her voice low and urgent. “When I say three, we run.”I flinch at the plan, but she squeezes my hand firmly to steady me. I give the tiniest nod, throat dry, as Damien’s dark gaze pins me in place.“Aria…” he draws out my name, taking another step closer.Elena begins counting under her breath.“One… two…”Damien reaches out, fingers almost brushing my wrist—“Three.”Elena yanks my hand