All Chapters of Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Martha Kruger walked into her bedroom, gripping her designer handbag so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. Her mind raced with paranoia and rage as she paced across the room, her eyes darting restlessly from one corner to another.Then a sudden realization struck her, making her freeze in her tracks. She yanked her phone from her bag and unceremoniously tossed the expensive leather purse onto the nearby sofa.She frantically dialed a contact and pressed the phone to her ear. The second the call connected, she snapped in a harsh whisper, “Every single one of those boy toys I’ve been keeping, get rid of all of them immediately! Cut them off, clear the paper trail, and make them disappear! Do it now!”She ended the call before the person on the other end could respond and threw the phone onto the couch beside her bag.Her chest rose and fell heavily and her eyes narrowed with a dangerous glint.‘That woman… How could she possibly know so much?! How on earth did she get her hands o

“You...” Finnick said, his tone laden with bone-deep exhaustion as he stared down at her. “You really are something else, aren’t you?”Kimberly slowly raised her eyes to meet his, framing her face with the most innocent, kittenish look she could summon. Her palm lazily glided up and down the firm contours of his broad chest. “Don’t blame me, Uncle... I...”“Clumsy,” he cut her off, his voice flat as he firmly pushed her back away from him.Kimberly stumbled forward with a dramatic pout, and turned back to him, her eyes shamelessly scanning his chiseled abs one last time before he reached for his black T-shirt and pulled it over his head, completely concealing his physique.Her gaze tracked every inch of the fabric until he was fully covered, letting out a disappointed sigh as her shoulders slumped. She turned on her heel with a sulky sway in her step. “I’ll go freshen up then...”As she dragged her feet out of the room, Finnick ran both hands through his hair, letting out a long, he

Finnick stood up to his full height, his mind temporarily blank at the unexpected mention of period cramps.Reaching into his trouser pocket, he pulled out his phone and dialed Jonas.The moment Jonas picked up, Finnick took a few cautious steps away from Kimberly and lowered his voice, asking sharply, “What do you do for period cramps?”There was a stunned, breathless pause on the other end of the line. “Uh... B-Boss? I... I’ve never had them. I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend, so I really have no idea what to do for cramps!”“Look it up. Right now,” Finnick ordered strictly.“On it!” Jonas blurted out and hung up immediately.Finnick glanced back down at Kimberly, who was still curled on the rug, trembling from the discomfort. It felt strange and unsettling to see her so weak, given her usual unhinged, unstoppable energy.His phone buzzed with an incoming call and he answered instantly. “What did you find?”“Right! The internet says keep her warm, use a heating pad or hot water bott

As Finnick walked away, he edged toward the dark corner of the grand hallway and stood in the shadows, listening intently to their conversation.“What exactly are you trying to pull here?” Kimberly asked Theo, her eyebrows drawing together in complete confusion at his uncharacteristic, bizarre behavior.Theo adopted a deeply pitiable, sorrowful expression. “I knelt outside in the cold courtyard for a full twenty-four hours, Kim... I ended up terribly sick. My family and I even had to pack up and stay at the secondary mansion just to avoid further trouble. Since then, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. You’ve taken such good care of me all these years. You’ve been so incredibly attentive, so devoted. But I’ve done so many horrible things to wrong you... I’ve deeply reflected on my past actions.”Finnick folded his broad arms, leaning his shoulder against the wall as he kept listening to his nephew’s speech.Theo let out a long, heavy sigh. “Since we are lawfully married, I should cheri

That night, Theo Kruger walked into the primary Kruger estate with an expression of annoyance, glancing around the dimly lit foyer to check if any servants or security guards were nearby.“Such a massive estate, left entirely to my uncle,” he muttered, shaking his head with bitter envy. “Whatever. I’m staying here tonight whether he likes it or not.”He strolled over to the long dining sideboard where a tray of glass cups and several cartons of rich, creamy yogurt milk were set out.Picking up a crystal glass and a carton, he began muttering under his breath in deep frustration. “And what the hell is with that unbelievable attitude, Kimberly Holland?”He popped open the seal and poured the thick liquid into the glass cup. “What does she have to be so damn smug about? Does she honestly believe I have the infinite patience to stand around sweet-talking her? Is she brain-dead? Does she actually think I genuinely want her? Sure, she’s gorgeous, but looks aren’t everything in this world. I