All Chapters of It’s Your Loss, Ex, Your Uncle Is Mine: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

Maximo’s POV Genevieve didn't stop. She continued walking until she was standing just a few feet away, the flared chiffon of her lemon dress rustling in the breeze. She tilted her head, her eyes sweeping over my tailored black tuxedo, lingering on my broad chest before rising to meet my dark gaze. She raised a hand, casually brushing a strand of dark hair over her shoulder, a movement designed to accentuate her deep cleavage, just as she had been doing at the VIP table inside."Am I?" Genevieve asked softly, offering an overly sweet, magnetic smile. "The hall inside is so loud and tedious. I thought a man of your stature might appreciate some far more engaging company away from all those business men and woman."My jaw clenched tight. The sheer audacity of her manipulative advances, especially after the desperate show she had put on inside the main hall, made a fresh wave of revulsion crawl up my throat."I am not looking for company," I replied ruthlessly, my eyes narrowing into ra

Bella’s POV The color drained slightly from his strong jaw. He stood frozen, his dark eyes widening as the harsh, undeniable reality of his mistake slammed straight into his chest. His heavy hands lowered to his sides, his shoulders dropping a fraction as he swallowed hard, completely speechless."He was standing out there, breaking down in complete agony because his mother might die tonight," I choked out, a hot tear finally spilling over my cheek. "And because I am his friend, because I care about him as a brother, I held him while he wept. That was it! That is the monstrous, betrayal-filled secret you just punched him in the face for!"Maximo stared at me, his throat working as he tried to find his voice. The violent, wild beast that had stormed out of the hall was suddenly replaced by a man standing in the stark light of his own foolishness."Bella..." Maximo began softly, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rasp as he took a slow step toward me. "I... I didn't know.""Becaus

Bella’s POV The morning panel on modernizing legacy manufacturing dragged on for another hour, but my focus remained absolute. I kept my head held high, my spine straight, and my pen moving across the digital notepad in my lap. Not once did I allow my eyes to stray toward the main panel desk where Maximo sat.I could feel the suffocating heat of his gaze burning into the side of my face, sharp and relentless, but I treated him as if he were completely invisible.When the moderator finally announced a fifteen-minute coffee break before the afternoon breakout sessions, the auditorium erupted into a buzz of shuffling papers, scraping chairs, and quiet networking chatter."That was a surprisingly informative session," Genevieve remarked, gathering her leather folder as she stood up beside me. "Maximo’s points on automating high-yield textile production were remarkably sharp. Don't you think?""The data was sound," I replied coolly, keeping my tone strictly professional as I zipped my po

Bella’s POVI sat frozen on the edge of the plush mattress, my fingers clutching the damp cotton of my bedsheets as my chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow hitches. The lingering horror of the nightmare still clung to my skin like a suffocating shroud. I could still feel the phantom sensation of those cold, ruthless hands pressing hard into my back, the terrifying weightlessness of falling into that vast, bottomless abyss.My mind spun in tight, anxious circles, dissecting every detail of the nightmare and attempting to forge a connection to phantom who had pounded on my door at two in the morning. Was it a calculated attempt at intimidation? Was it Josh, driven mad by his public humiliation at the keynote session? Was it Victoria, boiling over with bitter envy? Or was it Genevieve, testing my reactions and pushing past boundaries under the dark cover of the night?I sat there for so long, lost in the haunting labyrinth of my own thoughts, that I nearly lost all track of time.It w