All Chapters of Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My fingers tremble as I break the seal. The receptionist’s words still echo in my ears—“If you have any questions after reviewing the report, our genetic counsellor will be available..”But I barely heard the rest. All I cared about was getting here. Getting the truth.I pull the report free.The first page is filled with laboratory details. Case number. Sample identification. Chain of custody. DNA extraction completed. Quality control passed. My eyes skim the scientific language without understanding half of it.Then I reach the conclusion.My breath catches.[Probability of biological paternity: 0%.]I blink. Once. Twice.No…That isn’t the part that makes my heart stop.It’s the paragraph beneath it.[Although the tested individual is excluded as the biological father, the genetic markers demonstrate a significant degree of biological relatedness consistent with a close paternal family relationship. Additional testing involving other first-degree male relatives from the tested ind

"Please record this phone call, Noah” I whisper, leaning as close to the driver's seat as I can without making a sound while briefly covering my phone speaker with my hand.Noah doesn't hesitate. His fingers move across his phone screen with ease. He gives me a single, sharp nod and holds up his phone, showing me the active voice recorder app before tapping the icon to sync it with my call.I press the speaker button on my phone.“Who are you?” I ask calmly, “What do you want?”The mechanical voice rasps through the speaker, distorted and metallic, filling the quiet space of the car. “I just wanted to make sure you received my little present, Aria. The ocean has a way of returning things people try to hide.”My knuckles turn pale around my phone. “You killed Bryce.”“Bryce made a mistake,” the caller replies smoothly, his synthetic tone stripping away any trace of human emotion. “He thought he could change the narrative. He thought he could talk. I don’t like talkers.”“But why are yo

My throat goes completely dry as I stare at Damien."Are you sure?" I ask. "Because Aldridge makes similar customized sets for multiple people. Is it possible you're confusing—""Aria." Damien's voice is quiet. "I remember it clearly. Ethan turned twenty-one during a particular Grand Prix weekend. I had the set made six weeks before because Aldridge had a waiting period." He turns the cufflink over one more time. "I chose the hexagonal cut specifically because it was really unique. I wanted Ethan to stand out." He sets the cufflink on the desk between us. "This is Ethan's cufflink."I look at the cufflink sitting on the desk.“Damien...” I swallow hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I didn’t just find that on the street or just anywhere.”He looks up at me, his eyebrows pulling together. “What do you mean?”“I found it at Bryce’s house,” I confess, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “The day he was kidnapped. The same day we went to check his apartment after he went

By the time we get home, my mind is still stuck on the same thought. Nine hours. That’s how far the Hartwell Hotel Roxie traced the signal from us — nine hours by road.I am sitting on the edge of Damien’s bed as he unbuttons his tie. Before I can stop myself, a question comes out.“What if they flew there?”Damien looks at me in the mirror. “Flew?”“They could have done it via helicopter. The Hartwells have them. What if the one who made the call just flew there, made the call, and returned right away?”He finally faces me and takes a good look at me before he starts to move towards the closet. “In case you want to ask if that was possible for someone physically to fly there and come back quickly, then yes.”I straighten up. “But?”“But in case you want to ask if someone in my family could sneakily use one of our helicopters, then no.”“How do you know?”“Because I would have known.” He speaks so calmly that I nearly raise an eyebrow.“You sound awfully confident.”“I am.” He picks u

“There was an explosion!”For a split second, the words don’t even register in my head. I just stare at Noah, my heart still slamming from the blast itself.“Where?” Damien and Gideon ask at the same time.“One of the vehicles.” He is gasping. “Down in the parking lot.”Damien’s grip tightens around me. “Is anyone hurt?”“I don’t know. Security’s already around there.”Gideon is just about to drop into the windows when Damien’s voice cuts over other voices in the room.“Don’t.” Clear, decisive. “Stay away from the windows.”Gideon pauses and instead pulls out his phone.Within the span of a few seconds all of the penthouse is full of voices — security, police, building managers — all piled on top of each other. I am pressed against Damien’s side, still trying to strategically sort out what just happened. The blast didn’t seem to have come from far; it had reverberated around the building, and my hands still shake from it.Damien immediately perceives this. “Are you okay?”I nod, even