All Chapters of It’s Your Loss, Ex, Your Uncle Is Mine: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Maximo’s POV"I have nothing to hear from you," she wept softly, her voice cracking with a pain that shattered my soul into a million pieces. "Every time you speak, you break another piece of my life. You came into my office, you put your hands on me, you threatened to burn my world down... and now you break into my hospital room while I am attached to machines? When will it end, Maximo?! When will you let me breathe?!"Her words hit me harder than any physical blow ever could.I knelt there beside her, holding her wrist gently, looking at the tears streaming down her pale cheeks, realizing the absolute truth of what I had done to her. In my wild, obsessive desperation to keep her, to protect what was mine, I had become the very nightmare she was running from."I don't want to destroy you," I whispered, my deep voice trembling violently as tears blurred my own vision. "I love you so much it makes me insane, Bella. When I think about living in a world where you don't look at me, where

Bella’s POV "Is there a card?" Lucille asked, walking over to inspect the vases, turning the glass around looking for an envelope. "There’s no signature. Who would send white peonies?""There's no card," Jethro confirmed, searching the stem wrappings. "Just a delivery mandate marked 'Priority Room 408'."I stared at the soft white petals, my lips trembling slightly. I didn't need a card. I didn't need a signature. Maximo had sent them. He had remembered a tiny, throwaway sentence from a conversation five months ago, sending me the one flower that brought me peace, ensuring it was done anonymously so I wouldn't feel forced to reject them.Before Lucille could dwell on the flowers, another knock echoed at the door.This time, a sharp-looking waiter wearing a crisp black vest and white apron entered, pushing a heavy mahogany room-service cart topped with silver cloches and pristine white linen napkins."Delivery for Ms. Bella Ross," the waiter said politely, bowing his head.Lucille’s j

Bella’s POV The soft, rhythmic click of the heavy wooden door shutting behind Lucille, Clara, and Jethro signaled the start of a quiet truce I hadn't felt in weeks.Lucille had fussed over my blankets one last time, promising to return early the following morning with a fresh change of clothes, while Jethro stepped outside to coordinate the rotation of our private mill guards stationed along the northern corridor. Clara had departed for the factory to ensure the Q4 logistics run remained strictly on schedule despite the whirlwind of media chaos surrounding Genevieve Daniels’s sudden arrest.Left entirely alone in the quiet, spacious suite, I let out a long, fragile breath that felt as though it had been trapped in my lungs for days.The air in Room 408 was warm, rich with the delicate, soothing fragrance of the pristine white peonies and orchids resting gracefully on the wide windowsill. I looked down at my phone resting on the white blanket, the blue glow of my last text message to

Bella’s POV Josh Kingsley stopped thrashing for a single second, his bloodshot eyes turning toward the elevator. Even though Maximo was his uncle on his father's side, Josh had never shown him an ounce of respect, viewing Maximo's dominance in the family with bitter, arrogant disdain."Maximo..." Josh sneered through his liquor-soaked breath, glaring at his uncle with pure, disrespectful hatred. "Mind your own damn business!"Maximo didn't say another word.He didn't ask what happened. He didn't ask for an explanation. The sight of his arrogant, disgraceful nephew causing chaos outside my hospital room while I stood crying was all the trial and conviction Maximo needed.In one smooth, terrifyingly fast motion, Maximo stepped out of the elevator. He reached out with his broad, iron right hand, grabbing Josh Kingsley straight by the throat and front suit collar, lifting his gaunt body completely off the floor as if he weighed nothing more than a ragdoll."AGHH!" Josh choked out, his ey

Maximo’s POVThe residual adrenaline from the brutal confrontation with Josh Kingsley was still pumping hot through my veins, but it vanished in a single, terrifying millisecond the moment I felt the heavy, dead weight shift in my arms.I had just pulled Bella against my chest, whispering promises of safety into her hair, when her fingers suddenly went completely limp against my suit jacket. Her head lolled backward against my shoulder, her dark eyes rolling back as the overwhelming exhaustion, the physical trauma of Josh’s attack, and the compounding stress of the past week finally broke her body completely."Bella?" I whispered, my heart plummeting into a bottomless abyss.I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her skin was deathly pale, completely drained of color, and her lips were parted in a shallow, uncoordinated gasp before her eyes closed entirely."Bella!" I roared, the sound echoing off the sterile walls of the hospital corridor with a terrifying, fractured desperat