All Chapters of Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

My heart drops into the pit of my stomach, and for a minute, the world around me goes completely silent.My nudes? In awful Victoria’s possession? Because of Ethan’s pettiness?I sit there, frozen in the passenger seat, staring at Damien like I’m looking at a ghost. I knew Ethan was bitter after I ended things. I knew he was angry about me moving on. But this? To take intimate photos he took of me and hand them over to Victoria just to tear me down? It’s sick. It’s twisted in a way that makes my skin crawl.“Aria?”Damien’s warm hand gently cups my face. it jolts me back to reality. His thumb brushes softly against my cheekbones, his eyes searching mine with fierce protection.“Look at me,” he says softly, “You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? You just loved the wrong person. What he did is a reflection of how pathetic he is, not who you are. This does not define you.”I swallow the dry lump in my throat and nod slowly while forcing my hands to stop shaking.Damien pulls back and h

Elena’s question hangs between us longer than it should.I stare down at the half-eaten takeout container in my lap, suddenly nauseous. The plastic fork feels too light in my fingers. She’s only looking out for me — I know that — but the fact that I can’t give her a clean answer makes my chest tighten.The silence stretches. Outside, a car horn blares somewhere down the street. Inside, the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator.I clear my throat before the quiet can swallow me.“What about you and Gideon?”Elena raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “What about us?”“You’ve been talking nonstop. He clearly likes you. Has anything actually happened?”She leans back against the couch cushions and lets out a short breath, eyes fixed on the ceiling for a second. “He asked me out.”I sit up straighter. “No way, really?”“I said no.”I blink. “No? Why? I thought you liked him.”“I do.” Her voice softens, but the firmness underneath doesn’t disappear.

The words settle over me like ice.“He was found dead,” Damien repeats, watching my face carefully. “Yesterday.”I stare at him, trying to fit the sentence into a logical place in my mind. “Dead? How did he even escape?”Damien leans back against the couch, jaw tight. For a moment he doesn’t answer, as if choosing how much weight to put into the next part.“That’s the part we still can’t fully explain,” he says finally. “The cameras at the station were jammed the day he got out. Not glitched. Jammed. No usable footage. No clear record of how he walked free. Just a gap where the evidence should have been.”He exhales slowly, rubbing a hand over his face before continuing.“After the escape, the department issued a quiet internal alert. Nothing public. I was informed as a precaution — told to watch for anything unusual around me. That’s why I came looking for you that day. It’s also one of the reasons Gideon has been hovering more than usual. We didn’t know if the escape meant someone w

Before Damien can say the name, a knock cuts through the room.Instantly, he eases me off his lap and sets me down on the couch. He stands, smooths his shirt, and walks over to his desk before answering.“Sir… um, some detectives are here to see you. Can I let them in?” Ivy’s voice comes from the other side of the door.“Sure.”My heart skips. Could they be here because of the officer’s death? Could they have found something new?Damien turns his back to the door and looks out through the glass as it slowly opens, revealing two men in plain clothes.The detectives step inside. One of them looks at me a second too long, long enough that I start to rise from the couch, ready to leave. A quick glance from Damien stops me. I sit back down.“Can I help you, gentlemen?” Damien asks coolly now facing the men who just entered. “You can’t just walk in here without an appointment.”The first detective stays near the door. The second continues forward until he is standing in front of Damien’s de

The noise downstairs jerks me out of my beauty sleep.Something metallic is banging against the ground floor, and someone is shouting over it. I blink against the low morning light and stretch. Beside me, Damien is already sitting up, a frown cutting between his brows as he listens.He grabs his phone from the nightstand, dials Noah, and puts it on speaker.“Boss,” Noah answers on the first ring. “I was just about to call you.”“What the hell is going on down there?” Damien’s voice is rough with sleep, but there’s no warmth in it.“It’s a lady, sir. She’s making a scene in the lobby and won’t leave. She says she’s not going anywhere until she sees you, and she won’t listen to security.”Damien swings his legs off the bed and pulls on a pair of dark joggers and a black singlet. “I’m coming down.”He ends the call and glances at me. “Stay here, babe.”“I’m coming with you.” I’m already out of bed.He gives a short nod. He’s too busy listening to the noise to argue. I throw a robe over m