All Chapters of Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kimberly arrived at Finn’s room to find the door standing slightly ajar.“Uncle?” she called out softly before stepping inside, greeted only by silence.The vast, dark room made her wonder if he was even home. Driven by curiosity, she slipped inside, closed the door quietly behind her, and scanned the shadows of the massive space.“Uncle? Uncle, are you in?” she asked cautiously, squinting through the gloom. Noticing his bed was completely empty, a soft murmur escaped her lips. “Uncle…”“Here…”The low, gravelly voice startled her. She finally spotted him leaning against the far wall near his cabinet, half-concealed in the deep shadows.“Uncle?”She walked closer, her breath catching as the dim light revealed him fully. He was completely shirtless, his broad chest heaving with deep, uneven breaths, as though he were feverish or fighting something fierce inside him.“Uncle, are you alright?” she asked, her voice trembling with genuine concern.Finn stared down at her, his eyes dark

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered into the bedroom, illuminating Kimberly and Finnick sleeping soundly beneath the duvet.Kimberly was dressed in her nightgown while Finnick was completely shirtless, her head resting peacefully against his broad chest while his strong arms wrapped securely around her frame, holding her tight against him.She slowly fluttered her eyes open, the very first sight greeting her being the firm, warm contours of his bare chest.When she tilted her head up slightly, she saw that he was still fast asleep, his usually sharp features softened by rest.A wide, dreamy smile spread across her face as she stared at his sleeping expression. ‘Oh my god... I can’t believe this actually happened. I actually had sex with Uncle. Being with him is even better than I ever imagined…’Unable to resist, she lifted her hand, gently brushing her thumb along the line of his jaw before lightly tracing his lower lip.The moment her skin touched his, his eyes slowly opened, d

Kimberly hung over Finnick’s broad shoulder, her body completely limp as she let out a defeatist, pouty groan.Theo pushed himself up off the floor, wincing as he clutched his stomach. Then he raised his chin and puffed out his chest, desperately trying to mask the excruciating pain to save face in front of his uncle.“Uncle, what is the meaning of this?!” Theo demanded, barely suppressing a grunt.With Kimberly safely balanced over his shoulder and his hand securing her, Finnick fixed his dark eyes on him, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp chill. “What gave you the guts to lay a hand on Kim?”Theo’s brows drew together in indignation. “She is my legal wife, Uncle! I have every right to touch her! You are the one who has no business putting your hands on her, so put her down right now!”Finnick raised an eyebrow, an amused, icy smirk touching his lips. “Did she give you the impression that she still wishes to be your wife? It’s painfully obvious she doesn’t. Guards!” he called out

At his company, Finnick leaned back against his leather executive chair in his spacious corner office, absentmindedly twirling a pen between his fingers with a rare smile plastered across his face.He was lost in thought, thinking about Kimberly.Jonas stood across the room, nervously clutching his iPad, totally hesitant to break whatever pleasant trance his boss was currently in.Throughout the entire day, every employee in the corporate building had noticed the terrifying shift: President Finnick Kruger was actually in a good mood. During the morning executive meetings, he had been shockingly easygoing and lenient, a complete contrast to his usual ruthless, icy self.Jonas watched him, still finding the whole display wildly surreal. Having served as Finnick’s right-hand man for so many years, this was the first time he had ever seen him look like this.‘A tough nut to crack has officially fallen in love,’ Jonas thought to himself, thoroughly amused. ‘Who on earth would have thought

Downstairs, Mrs. Harper glanced around the grand living room cautiously as she hurried down toward the servant corridor.Once there, she quickly selected the pictures from her gallery, sent them directly to Martha, and dialed her number.After three tense rings, Martha picked up. “Hello? I’ve been waiting for your update.”“I’ve just sent the photos over to you, Madam,” Mrs. Harper whispered hurriedly into the receiver.Martha, sitting on the edge of her bed inside her dimly lit bedroom, immediately ended the call and opened her inbox.The sight of the damning images made her throw her head back in a manic, shrill laugh. “Yes! This is perfection!” She chuckled, her face twisted in sinister satisfaction. “Finnick Kruger and Kimberly Holland... just you wait. The two of you are completely finished! Hahahaha!”Mrs. Harper lowered her phone just as a notification chime sounded. She unlocked her screen and saw the massive wire transfer hit her account, a greedy, satisfied grin spreading a