All Chapters of Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle Accidentally : Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

Ariana Pov The morning slipped by as I moved from one Zoom meeting to another with my colleagues. By the time I finished my last meeting, the afternoon had already arrived. I leaned back in my chair and stretched, rolling my shoulders to ease the stiffness that had settled there. Then I reached for my phone and opened my messages, searching for the one I had sent Serena earlier. I had asked her for the recipe she used to make for me whenever I had nightmares. On those difficult nights, when sleep became a struggle and my thoughts refused to settle, she had always known how to comfort me. Now, I wanted to make that same drink for someone else. Serena had already sent the recipe. I read the instructions twice before locking my phone and setting it aside. I knew what it meant to lose a parent. I understood how deeply that kind of loss could cut, how memories could linger long after everyone else had gone to sleep, and how the quiet of the night could make everything feel he

Damian Pov I stood on the top floor with a glass of whiskey in one hand and the bottle hanging loose from the other, my back to the room. Far below, the cars crept through the streets in a slow, tangled line. From up here the whole city looked orderly. The one thing I needed to see clearly, I couldn't. I had questioned the Head of Procurement, pulled his records, and sent Ava through the department. I still had no name. My jaw tightened. Ariana had tried to tell me about the delay, and I had cut her off before she finished. If I had listened, I might have caught it before her presentation, and she wouldn't have carried so much of it alone. And she had still tried to help me. That sat in my chest, heavier than the whiskey. I set the glass on the desk harder than I meant to, and the amber shivered. A knock cut across the room. "Come in." Ava laid three folders on my desk and waited until I looked up. Her chin was level, her hands flat on the top folder. "The list, sir. The cal

Ariana Pov I was sitting comfortably in the chair on the balcony, my feet tucked beneath me as I scrolled through my phone. The evening breeze brushed against my skin. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the quiet and cool air. The door to the room slid open behind me. I opened my eyes as Damian stepped onto the balcony. He stood in the doorway for a moment, one hand resting on the frame. I looked away, my thumb moving across the screen again. His footsteps crossed the balcony floor, slow and even, before stopping a few paces from my chair. My right hand rested on the arm of the chair, the back of it still pink where the milk had splashed. I turned it over so the mark faced the cushion. My left hand closed around my wrist, covering the faded marks, and I kept it there. "Ariana." His voice was lower than usual, almost careful. I lifted my eyes from my phone and looked at him. "Yes?" I answered, keeping it brief. "The delay with your materials wasn't an acci