Todos los capítulos de Married to my Fiancé Uncle: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

ELENA POVThe board approved my appointment faster than I expected, though I suspected fear drove that speed more than confidence in my abilities. By then, word of the sabotage had leaked through the company, then careful whispers in hallways that stopped whenever I walked past, and I understood that most of the staff were simply relieved someone had finally taken action, regardless of who that someone happened to be.My stepmother didn't come to the office again after my father quietly informed her of the board's decision. I heard through secondhand accounts that she'd retreated to the house they still shared, though for how much longer that arrangement would last, none of us seemed to know yet.I was three weeks into the job, buried in contracts I was slowly rebuilding one relationship at a time, when Marcus appeared in my office doorway without an appointment, without so much as a knock, dismissing my assistant with a look sharp enough that she retreated without waiting for my perm

ELENA POVThe results came back on a gray Tuesday morning, delivered quietly through a private lab Priya had recommended, one that specialized in discretion for clients who couldn't afford their business splashed across any public record. I read the report twice before I fully believed it, though it confirmed exactly what Marcus had already told me weeks earlier.The baby was his. Ninety-nine point nine percent probability, printed in careful, clinical language that somehow made the whole situation feel both more real and more absurd at the same time.I called a family meeting for the following week, one of the strange, formal gatherings the Rossi family still insisted on holding even with their most powerful member supposedly dead, everyone gathering in the same dining room where Emily had first announced her pregnancy months earlier. I'd insisted the Morettis attend as well, citing unfinished business that needed resolving before the family could properly move forward.Emily arriv

ELENA POVMarco Reyes called two days after the anonymous text arrived, his voice tighter than I remembered from our last conversation outside the fashion warehouse. "We need to talk," he said. "Somewhere private. Not your office, not the estate."We met at a small diner near the edge of the city, the kind of place with sticky vinyl booths and coffee that had clearly been sitting on the burner too long, chosen, I assumed, precisely because nobody from either of our worlds would think to look for us there."You look tired," he said, sliding into the booth across from me."It's been a difficult few months.""I imagine so." He wrapped both hands around his coffee cup without drinking from it, studying me with the same careful attention he'd shown since high school, back when he used to know exactly when I hadn't finished an assignment. "I heard about your husband. I'm sorry, genuinely, whatever complicated feelings I have about the family he belonged to."Something in his tone made me

ELENA POVDamien's grandmother met us at the front doors before we'd even fully climbed out of the car, and whatever composure she usually kept so carefully in place cracked entirely the moment she saw him. She crossed the distance faster than I'd ever seen her move, pulling him into an embrace that lasted long enough that I understood, watching them, exactly how much fear she'd been carrying underneath her usual sharp exterior for the past three months."You foolish, reckless boy," she said into his shoulder, her voice thick with something she rarely allowed herself to show. "Do you have any idea what you put us through?""I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't see another way.""There's always another way." She pulled back, studying his face with the same sharp assessment she'd given me the day I first arrived, though this time it carried nothing but relief underneath it. But I understand why you chose this one. I would have made the same choice, once, before fear taught me bette

ELENA POVIt happened on a Wednesday, three days into Damien's careful watch, at the one place none of us had thought to guard closely enough. My father's company, where I'd gone alone for a board meeting Damien's men had cleared as routine, nothing more dangerous than quarterly numbers and tired executives arguing about budget allocations.I should have noticed the unfamiliar car in the parking garage. I should have noticed the elevator taking longer than usual to arrive. Instead, I was thinking about contracts, about the life I'd finally started rebuilding, and by the time hands closed around my arms from behind, it was already too late to do anything but fight."Don't scream," a voice said against my ear, unfamiliar, rough. "It'll go easier if you don't scream."I screamed anyway; the sound cut short by a hand pressed hard over my mouth, and I was dragged backward into a service stairwell before anyone from the offices above could hear enough to investigate. Two men, neither of wh