All Chapters of Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle Accidentally : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ariana Pov I turned back to the mirror and shoved my hands under the tap. The water was ice-cold, running fast over my knuckles and down the drain, but it didn't do anything to wash away the feeling of that man's hand on my skin. I kept my eyes fixed on the streaming water, refusing to look at Damian's reflection in the mirror in front of me. I expected him to walk out, but instead, his shoes sounded against the wet tiles—slow, heavy, like he was moving closer to me. I glanced at the mirror and saw his reflection pulling off his black suit jacket. He held it open, stepping close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him as he was about to drape it over my shoulders. I whirled around and knocked his arm aside with the back of my hand. "I don't need your help," I said, raising an eyebrow at him. His jacket hung loosely from his fingers between us. He lied to me, and here he was behaving like everything was fine. I slowly rolled the ring on my finger. "Stop playing t

Ariana Pov I was sleeping when the sound of my buzzing phone woke me up. My eyebrows pulled together as I slowly opened my eyes, but the sunlight streaming through the window made me blink several times. I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the brightness, rubbing them briefly before sitting up. Still groggy, I stretched one arm across the nightstand, my fingers fumbling around until they brushed against my phone. I grabbed it and answered the call without checking the screen to see who was calling. "Hello?" I mumbled, my voice heavy with sleep. "Good morning." I immediately recognized Serena's voice. I pushed myself up against the headboard and rubbed my face. "Serena?" "Who else would be calling you this early?" I glanced toward the window. "Exactly. Who calls someone this early on a Saturday?" She laughed. "Oh, please. It's not even that early." "It is when I'm sleeping." "You have barely changed a bit, sleepyhead." I scoffed. "Excuse me? Let me enjoy my sleep

Ariana Pov"Sometimes you don't even realize you're falling in love with someone until you're already too deep in love."I stared at her."You speak more like a relationship therapist than a baker," I said, pointing at her.She chuckled."As I said, nobody's falling for anybody.""Someone like Damian can't literally fall for me. What makes you think that?" Serena asked."We're from two different worlds. Our lives couldn't be more different. He's rich and powerful, from one of the elite families in the city. And then there's me, just a young woman trying to pick up my life again. Besides, he only needs me to play the role of his wife.That's all," I said, leaning back in my chair.Moments later, the waiter returned with the bill.I reached for my purse, but Serena was already pulling out her card. She handed it to the waiter, who slipped it into the card terminal.Serena entered her PIN, and a few moments later, the payment went through."Payment confirmed."The waiter handed Serena he

Ariana Pov I sat on the wooden swing hung from a tree, both legs swinging slowly back and forth, my sandals grazing the grass with each pass. The sky had turned the deep orange of early evening, the sun already dipping behind the branches above me, the first hint of dusk settling into the air. Somewhere near the fence, a bird called out twice and went quiet. The breeze moved through the leaves overhead, carrying the smell of the roses from the far end of the garden. I closed my eyes and let it settle over my skin, cool against my arms, the kind of quiet that made it easy to stop thinking for a moment. I'd always loved this, the garden at this hour, the air just cool enough to notice, nothing demanding anything of me. This Thursday would be my signature collection presentation. I was planning to submit the sketch on Monday for review, so HR could go through it first. If it passed, I'd have the rest of the week to bring the centerpiece to life. I let my head fall back against the sw

Vanessa Pov The city looked different than I remembered. Eight years had changed New York in ways I hadn't expected. Buildings had risen where empty lots once sat. Streets I used to know had been rerouted, and the skyline stretched higher than it ever had in photographs. I sat in the back of the black sedan, one hand resting against the door, watching the city slide past the tinted glass. A familiar building drifted by, and my eyes followed it until it vanished behind the traffic. The sedan slowed as we approached the hotel. The moment it stopped beneath the grand entrance, two doormen stepped forward. One opened my door while the other moved toward the trunk. "Welcome back, Miss Whitmore." I stepped out and smoothed the sleeve of my coat. "Thank you." A hotel manager was already waiting. "Good evening, Miss Whitmore. Your suite is ready. We've arranged your private elevator, as requested." "Perfect." I handed my phone to the assistant who had traveled with me from the airpor