All Chapters of Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ARIA’S POVHis answer rings every wrong alarm in my head.What does he mean by “yes”?I already know the evidence is damning, but I still don’t expect Damien to actually admit it so quickly. If anything, I want an explanation. Something that will make this make sense.I open my mouth, then close it again. No words come out.Damien pushes the wet hair off his face and takes a deep breath.“Can I come in?”I step aside without a word. He walks past me into the apartment. I close the door and turn to face him. He is still holding the document, staring down at his own name like he’s seeing it for the first time.His back is to me for a few seconds, as if he’s trying hard to find the right words. My heart is pounding, waiting for whatever he’s about to say.“If I say this, you probably won’t believe me…” he starts, slowly turning to face me.I fold my arms around myself. I was already cold from the rain, but now my nerves have turned everything colder.“Try me.”He draws in a breath. “I… I

When I wake up, the office is almost dark. The sun has already started setting outside the windows.I sit up slowly on Gideon’s sofa and notice a folded note on his desk.[6pm… I already made a reservation for you. Don’t worry about locking up. Ivy will handle it.]I shake my head, half in disbelief and half in relief. Gideon is too easygoing for his own good. I had been worried that things between us would stay awkward after everything that happened, but it seems I was overthinking it. That matters more than I want to admit. Elena doesn’t say it out loud, but I know Gideon is different from the other men she’s been with. The last thing I want is to come between them.Ethan.I mentally palm my forehead. I was supposed to meet him at six.I pick up my phone to text him and see that he’s already messaged me.[I won’t be able to make it. Tomorrow.]A small breath of relief leaves me. At least that’s one less thing to deal with right now. I check the time — twenty minutes to six. I grab m

ARIA’S POVThe car is quiet in a way that feels heavy.I tried to stop him from driving. I told him his hands were still trembling, that his eye was swelling, that he shouldn’t be behind the wheel after a fight like that. Damien only looked at me with that stubborn, unreadable expression and said he was fine.So now I sit in the passenger seat, watching the city lights blur past the window while the silence between us stretches. The smell of blood still clings to him. Every few seconds I glance at his hands on the steering wheel — the knuckles split open, the skin raw. He doesn’t flinch when he shifts gears, but I know it has to hurt.“You’re going the wrong way,” I say eventually.“I’m taking you home.”“No.” I turn to face him fully. “We’re going to the hospital.”His jaw tightens. “I don’t need a hospital.”“Damien—”“I said I’m fine.”The stubbornness in his voice is familiar, but tonight it only frustrates me more. I lean back against the seat and cross my arms.“I’m not getting

“About the contract…” Damien hesitates again, running a quick hand down his dark hair.My stomach tightens even more and it’s now obvious to him that I’ve become a nervous mess while waiting to hear what he has to say. I think I know what he’s about to say so I’ll just help him out. Before he can say another word, I let out a nervous laugh and raise both hands.“Um, wait. Before you say anything else, I have something to say. You know, I’m a woman of my word, so yes, I’ll pay the one million dollars penalty fee,” I say quickly while avoiding his eyes. “I know an agreement is an agreement but you’ll have to allow me pay in installments though”Damien blinks at me. Then his lips slowly twitch into a genuine laugh.He shakes his head and looks into my eyes, still laughing, his eyes crinkle at the corners despite the little bruise on his cheek. “You shouldn’t be this adorable, Aria. I’m sure it’s illegal”“What’s funny?,” I reply playfully, I feel heat rush to my cheeks.“That clause abo

I don’t even remember closing my eyes after the steamy love making with Damien, but when I open them, the room is completely dark and feels empty.I blink a few times, trying to clear the heavy fog from my head, and reach out across the bedsheet to feel Damien. The space beside me is cold and empty. I sit up slowly, pulling the duvet over my chest while rubbing my eyes. I don’t remember putting on Damien’s shirt and my body feels soft, relaxed, and thoroughly exhausted in a way that doesn’t feel bad.Before I can even look around for my phone, the bedroom door opens quietly. A hand turns on the bedroom light and I struggle to adjust to its glow.Damien steps inside, holding a tray in his hands. He’s changed into a simple dark t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his dark hair slightly messy. The rich scent of roasted chicken, garlic butter rice, and steamed vegetables fills the room instantly, making my stomach rumble out loud.He stops by the side of the bed and sets the tray down carefully