All Chapters of It’s Your Loss, Ex, Your Uncle Is Mine: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Bella’s POV The sound of slick, wet skin slapping violently against skin filled the silent room, accompanied by my desperate, broken moans. The friction was unbearable, scorching every nerve ending in my lower body until a violent, overwhelming climax began to build in the deep pit of my stomach."Maximo, I can't—it's too much! Ah!" I cried out, my hands trembling against his chest as the intense, ruthless speed of his hips threatened to shatter me completely."Hold on to me," he rasped, his face flushing dark with intense exertion, his grip on my waist bruising as he pushed his pace even faster, drilling into the tightest depths of my warmth without a single shred of mercy. "Take all of it, Bella!"The peak hit me like a blinding lightning strike.My inner walls clamped down violently around his thick shaft, squeezing him in intense, throbbing waves of release. A long, shattered scream tore from my chest as my body arched completely off the mahogany table, my vision going spotty as

Bella’s POV It had to be Victoria. She was desperate, bitter, and pathetic enough to resort to a low-class framing scheme. She wanted the estate security to burst into my room, pull this half-million-dollar ring out of my vase, and publicly brand me as a common thief. She wanted to humiliate me, shatter my reputation in front of every venture capitalist in the industry, and get me kicked out of the retreat in disgrace so she could swoop back into Maximo's life.Not on my watch, I thought, my jaw clenching tight.Heavy, authoritative footsteps echoed in the hallway outside my door, followed by the deep voice of the head security officer directing his men."Check suites 408 through 412 next!"My room was a suite 410. I had minutes. Holding the heavy diamond ring firmly between my thumb and forefinger, I unlocked my suite door, cracked it open just an inch, and peeked into the long corridor. The security guards were currently standing outside suite 406, their backs turned to my end of

Bella’s POV "Good morning, Genevieve," I said coolly, keeping my expression entirely neutral as I gestured to the empty wicker chair across from me. "Go ahead."Genevieve set her cup down and slid into the chair. She took a tiny sip of her latte, her eyes darting nervously across my face before she let out a long, heavy exhale, setting her cup back down with a faint clink."Bella... I wanted to come over and talk to you privately," Genevieve began, her voice dropping into a low, quiet whisper that dripped with apparent sincerity. "I felt this intense tension between us yesterday, and honestly, it’s been bothering me all night."I leaned back against my plush chair, folding my arms across my chest, my dark eyes locking onto hers with cold, unyielding precision. "Has it?""Yes," Genevieve said quickly, leaning forward across the table, her hands coming together in a quiet plea. "I know you caught me staring at you repeatedly during the assembly yesterday, especially when the guards wer

Bella’s POV Genevieve was encased in an extravagant, voluminous golden ballgown littered with thousands of heavy, light-reflecting sequins. It featured a massive tulle train that swept behind her, requiring two estate attendants to help manage it, and a plunging neckline that pushed subtlety entirely off the cliff. She looked less like an executive attending a corporate awards ceremony and more like a desperate socialite auditioning for a royal pageant."Bella, you look... nice," Genevieve said, stepping up beside me, her eyes sweeping over my simple purple silk dress with a faint, condescending tilt of her chin. "A bit casual for the final gala, don't you think? Tonight is all about making an unforgettable impression.""Elegance doesn't need to scream to be noticed, Genevieve," I replied coolly, offering her a smooth, dismissive smile as I adjusted my clutch. "The press usually prefers substance over costume."Genevieve’s smile tightened, her fingers clutching her bedazzled evening

Bella’s POV The messages kept flooding in, dozens of notifications stacking on top of one another. It's not what you think. Let me explain. She kissed me.I stared at the words, a cold, heavy lump settling deep in my throat. My fingers trembled violently as I reached out, picked up the phone, and flipped the side switch straight to silent, tossing the device face-down into the bottom of my hand bag. I refused to pick up. I refused to hear his smooth, commanding voice try to twist reality, try to weave another intricate net of possessive lies to drag me back into his orbit. I couldn't believe my ears anymore. I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything I thought I knew about Maximo Volkov had been utterly, irrevocably shattered.By the time the plane touched down at the regional airport near my hometown, the first pale, bruised rays of dawn were breaking over the horizon. The morning air was sharp, damp, and biting, cutting right through my thick black coat as I rolled my heavy suitcases o