All Chapters of Carrying My Husband's Billionaire Uncle's Child (English): Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Scarlett had been smiling for so long that her jaw was starting to ache. Guests kept approaching her to offer their congratulations and compliments. Some of them were former investors in The C Alliance and close friends of her mother.She hadn't even begun rebuilding the company her mother had left behind, yet so many people were already interested in investing in her. They believed she could make a name for herself in the industry, too.“Slow down, or you're going to choke,” Darius teased, thoroughly entertained as he watched her devour her food.Scarlett's last meal had been at three that afternoon, and even then, she'd only had a snack. It was already eleven at night, and she was only now getting to eat dinner. The moment she tasted the dishes, she nearly wanted to scream with delight.“You invited hundreds of guests. Four hundred and fifty, to be exact. And you made me meet every single one of them. How could I not be hungry?” she snapped playfully before taking another bite of me

Darius slowly approached Scarlett, who was gazing at the altar's magnificent, almost shimmering facade. He took her hand and held it firmly as the priest continued telling them about the cathedral's history, when it was built, and the miracles that had taken place there for people with unwavering faith.“It has been a decade since I first met a man who used to come here almost every day,” the priest recounted, his eyes on the cross. “I asked him what brought him here so often. He told me that, at the time, he thought he would never get to be with his wife and child again. He believed he would have to leave the people he loved behind in this world.”Darius's grip on Scarlett's hand tightened slightly when he heard the priest's last words.“But one day...” the priest continued, “he happened to pass by this place. He didn't know why, but even though his home was in another city, his feet brought him here. He went inside and prayed for more time, for a chance to remain in this world a lit

Scarlett pushed her Grandma Erenea's wheelchair along the path of the park inside the villa. It was only eight in the morning, so the sun wasn't too high yet, and its rays weren't harsh against the skin. The air was still fresh, making it the perfect time for the older woman to get some exercise outdoors.Nina, her grandmother's private nurse, walked beside Scarlett. A few steps behind them, Mendoza and another one of Darius's men quietly kept watch.“If only your mother had been as brave as you and left your father sooner, she might have met someone else who could have loved her,” the older woman remarked with a sigh.Whenever her grandmother brought up her mother, Scarlett knew how deeply the older woman missed her. Her mother had died far too young, wasting so many years with the wrong man. Because of that, Scarlett had promised herself that she would never make the same mistake when it came to love. No matter how much she loved someone, she would find the courage to walk away as s

Darius held Scarlett by the waist as they danced slowly in the middle of their guests. Camera lenses followed their every move, flashes lighting up around them as photographers captured their moments in pictures and videos.“Are you getting tired?” Darius whispered softly into Scarlett's ear as they slowly turned to the rhythm of a romantic song.Scarlett shook her head and rested it more comfortably against her husband's shoulder. “No. I feel like I could dance with you all night, as long as you're holding me.”Darius smiled, but in the middle of their dance, he suddenly felt a dull ache in his temple. He fought the urge to furrow his brows, not wanting Scarlett or the photographers to notice. He took a deep breath and tightened his hold around his wife's waist, as if drawing strength from her to keep himself steady.At the side of the hall, Scarlett spotted Mendoza and Greg laughing together with glasses of wine in their hands, while Grandma Erenea was happily chatting with Doña Ele

Scarlett leaned against Darius's shoulder, their hands clasped together inside the car. She could feel how tightly he held her hand, as if he were afraid to let go. Mendoza sat quietly in the passenger seat, while Greg drove, occasionally glancing at them through the rearview mirror with sadness in his eyes.Since Darius was traveling by private jet, they didn't need to pass through the airport's main terminal. The car drove straight to a private hangar, where a white aircraft bearing the Aldama insignia was waiting.When the car stopped right beside the tarmac, Scarlett felt as though her heart had stopped beating."We're here," Darius said gently.Greg and Mendoza got out to take care of the remaining luggage, giving the couple a few final moments of privacy inside the car."Darius..." Scarlett turned to him, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Please take care of yourself over there. Don't spend too much time working."Darius smiled, trying to hide the pain behind it. "I will.