All Chapters of Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I try to call the number instantly.It rings once, twice, three times but there is no answer.I stare at my phone in total confusion.What is going on?I press call again.This time it rings for more than a second before going straight to voicemail.My stomach instantly forms a knot.I call again for the fourth and fifth, but the result is just the same.I quickly type out a text to Gerald Frost.[Who are you talking about? Please call me.]I stare at the screen, waiting for a reply, but there is none.The evening breeze suddenly feels really cold.Someone paid Gerald Frost to hurt my father. Someone close to me is apparently involved.Someone who seemingly has not finished what they started.I read the message again. Then I read it again. It feels worse every time.After another minute of standing and getting nowhere, I put my phone in my pocket and headed inside.The walk inside feels like it is taking forever.When the doors finally open on the penthouse floor I hear voices coming

One sentence. One lie. That's all it took.My phone keeps lighting up. I get notifications fast. I can barely read one before another comes in.My name is trending. So is Victoria's.I open X with shaky fingers. I immediately regret it.#HOMEWRECKER ARIA.#JUSTICE FOR VICTORIA.#DAMIEN HARTWELL.There are thousands of posts.Hundreds of thousands of comments.[So this is the girl?][Victoria deserved better.][She knew what she was doing.][Poor Victoria.][Women like Aria are dangerous.]I scroll further. Then my heart drops.Someone posts a news article.Dad’s picture fills the screen.BUSINESSMAN RICHARD SINCLAIR'S FRAUD TRIAL TO CONTINUE THIS WEEKAnother account shares it.Then another.Entertainment blogs start connecting the stories.'[Daughter of embattled businessman linked to Damien Hartwell.]'['Sinclair family back in the headlines.']['Court hearing expected next week.']I whisper, “No…”Not Dad. Please… Not again.My phone rings.It's Dad.I answer instantly.“Dad…”“Ari

I stare at the photograph in disbelief for a few more minutes trying to recognize the younger man in the photograph and wondering about the nature of the relationship he has with my mother.Then I close the message and put my phone face down on the bed, I sit with my hands in my lap and I think about the photograph some more.My mother?But who does she know in Hartwell holdings because the younger man in that photograph is definitely not Damien and why has nobody ever mentioned anything like this to me in my entire twenty one years of existence.My mother used to be a well known model and she's obviously well connected but it still doesn't make any sense that she's involved with Hartwell holdings in any way.I pick up my phone again. I stare at her contact name for a long time and try to dial her number but I put the phone back down.This is the same woman who chose her modelling career over me. I remember crying and begging her not to leave me back then but she left without giving m

My heart stops completely.The man crouching at Damien's door hasn't seen me yet. He's too focused on whatever tool he's working with, his movements are careful and absolutely terrifying at two in the morning in a suite that is supposed to be the most secure floor in the hotel.I take one step back.Then I suddenly remember.The concierge and her final instruction. She said the words quietly while showing us the kitchen. [The alarm panel is underneath the counter to your left. One press alerts our security team immediately. We hope you never need it though.]I silently tiptoe back to the kitchen. I crouch down and find the panel in the dark with my fingers. It's a small rectangular strip flush against the wood, and I press it once firmly.Then I stand up and I do something that I still don't believe I did.I walk toward the man.He's still crouching, still working at the door and completely unaware of my presence. I get close enough to him and then I grab him from behind. Let's sa

The smell of freshly brewed coffee reaches me long before I get to the dining room.When I step inside, Gideon is already standing in front of the breakfast spread with two different ties hanging around his neck.“The perfect person,” he declares the moment he sees me. “I need a second opinion.”I blink.“On what?”He gestures dramatically at himself.“This.”I look between the two ties before pointing.“The blue one is okay.”“I knew it!” He throws both hands into the air. “See? Finally, someone in this house has decent taste.”A familiar voice drifts in from behind him.“Wearing the blue one makes you look like you’re running for an election.”Damien comes into the room in a charcoal suit.Gideon gasps at me in faux offence.“I retract all the good things that I’ve ever said about you.” he says “You’ll make it through.”“No, I really won’t.” he smilesI serve myself some coffee and can't help but smile. Gideon sighs dramatically before pointing at Damien.“You know what's wrong w