All Chapters of It’s Your Loss, Ex, Your Uncle Is Mine: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Bella’s POV "She ambushed me!" Maximo yelled, his voice echoing loudly down the residential hallway, his grip on my wrists tightening until it was hot and fierce. "I went down that corridor to handle a sponsor issue! She stepped out from behind the curtain, threw her arms around me, and pulled me down before I could even process what she was doing! The moment I realized what was happening, I threw her off me so hard she hit the wall, Bella!""You're lying!" I sobbed out, shoving my chest against his hands. "You stood there! You didn't push her! You didn't yell! You liked it!""I didn't fucking touch her!" Maximo roared, his face flushing dark with a terrifying, wild desperation, his thumb pressing hard against my skin. "I don't give a damn about Genevieve! I don't care if she burns in hell! The only woman I want, the only woman whose mouth I crave, is yours! I didn't kiss her back, Bella! I swear on my mother's grave, I did not kiss that snake!""I don't care about your pathetic lies

Bella’s POV The church was filled with dozens of sympathizers—family members, local community leaders, long-time friends, and representatives from the textile industry who had come to pay their respects to Garvin’s late mother, a woman who had been revered for her quiet grace and strength.Everyone in attendance was dressed in dark, somber black.I sat in the third pew near the center aisle, wearing a long, tailored black wool coat over a simple black dress, my hair pulled back into a tight, low bun. Beside me sat Lucille, dressed in a black trench coat, her arm hooked through mine to offer a silent thread of support.At the front of the altar rested the smooth, polished mahogany casket containing Garvin’s mother. It was covered in a massive blanket of pure white roses and lilies, standing beneath the towering stained-glass windows of the cathedral.Garvin sat in the very front pew, surrounded by his immediate family. He looked smaller, his broad shoulders hunched forward under his b

Bella’s POV "Class?!" Lucille laughed out loud, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed off the high stone arches. "You're talking about class while standing in a church telling lies about who kissed who in a hallway?! I am not having your dramatic nonsense here today!"Lucille didn't wait another second. She turned her head toward the grand cathedral entrance and raised her hand, calling out in a firm, commanding voice. "Security! Cathedral security, over here right now!"Two heavy-set security guards stationed near the back doors immediately straightened up and began marching down the carpeted aisle toward us."Hey! What are you doing?!" Genevieve gasped, her face flushing bright red with sudden panic as she realized Lucille was actually making a scene. "Tell them to back off!""You are not allowed here," Lucille said coldly, folding her arms across her chest as the guards arrived. "This woman is harassing the family's private guests. Escort her out of the building immediately.""Wait j

Bella’s POV The rhythmic, heavy thrum of the rain against the roof of my sedan was the only sound in the cabin, competing with the irregular, choked sound of my breath. I remained motionless in the driver’s seat, my forehead resting heavily against the cool leather of the steering wheel. Outside, the harsh, fluorescent blue lights of the Central District Police Precinct flickered through the water-streaked windshield, casting eerie, shifting shadows across the dashboard.In my rearview mirror, the towering, dark silhouette of Maximo’s heavy SUV sat idling at the curb, just outside the station’s secure perimeter. Behind him, Genevieve’s sleek silver sports car glowed in the rain, a persistent, grotesque shadow anchored to his every move.Maximo didn't move. He sat behind the glass, trapped by the iron boundary of the law and the presence of the armed officers stationed beneath the awning. For a man who ruled an empire through brute force, iron will, and absolute authority, seeing him

Bella’s POV She gathered her papers, packed them back into her leather folder, and pulled her dark trench coat back over her shoulders."I'm going to head home now," Lucille said gently, walking toward the entryway. "You look like you're about to collapse on your feet. Please, Bella... lock the doors, turn off your phone, and get some rest. The mill is fine. I'll handle the morning executive calls tomorrow so you can rest.""Thank you, Lucille," I said, following her to the door. "For everything.""I'll see you tomorrow," she replied, offering my arm a reassuring squeeze before stepping out into the hallway.I shut the heavy front door behind her, turned the deadbolt, threw the safety latch, and locked the secondary security chain. The apartment returned to absolute, suffocating silence.I walked slowly down the dark hallway into my master bedroom. The quiet room felt vast and cold.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection. The high-strung, glamorous woman