HIS FIANCEE'S UNCLE IS MY ALIBI 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

NICOLE'S POVI stood in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection.A tailored navy suit, a white silk blouse with low heels. My hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and I had minimal makeup on just enough to look polished, not desperate.I was never a fan of heavy makeup, I had a very good skin glow, and I couldn't spend hours applying makeup on my face. I was satisfied with my look. I looked like the Nicole Marchetti I used to be. "You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You've done it a hundred times before."Yes, I've always had clients and meetings in the palm of my hands and made sure to complete my deals unless I didn't want to. But this time it was different. I had a criminal record hanging over my head and the entire city whispering about my scandal.I grabbed my bag and my phone. I ordered a ride.The car arrived in five minutes.I slid into the backseat and gave the driver the address."Marlowe Heights Lounge," I said.He nodded and pulled away from my apartmen

NICOLE'S POVAdrian pulled out a chair and sat down uninvited. I stared at him, my heart pounding, my mind racing.What is he doing here? Why is he sitting down? Why won't he leave?Matteo didn't seem bothered. He smiled at Adrian like he was genuinely happy to see him."I've been wanting to meet you for years, Mr. Ashford. Your reputation in the business world is... formidable."Adrian nodded. "I've heard the same about you."Matteo tilted his head and smirked. “There's actually nothing interesting about me. It's all my dad.” “You're really humble.” Adrian shook his head. “He laid the foundation but you are also very remarkable.” The two of them launched into a conversation about business. About the fashion industry. About the economy. About the challenges of expanding into a new market.I sat there, silent, my hands clenched in my lap.Every time Matteo tried to include me in the conversation, Adrian found a way to redirect it."Nicole was telling me about her ideas for the Marlo

ADRIAN'S POVI woke up and reached for Jocelyn, but my hand found empty sheets.The bed was cold where she should have been. The pillow still held the faint indent of her head. The sheets were tangled around my legs, evidence of the night we had spent together.I opened my eyes.The room was bright with morning light. The candles from the night before had burned down to nothing. The soft music had long stopped.I sat up.My head was pounding hard, and my body was exhausted. We had been at it all night. We slept very late.I heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. She was there. I ran my fingers through my hair and lay back down with a groan. “Oh fuck…”I looked at the clock on the nightstand.11:03 AM.I groaned again and stretched on the bed before turning to bury my face into the pillow. The shower stopped.A moment later, Jocelyn walked out of the bathroom.She had a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was wet, dripping down her shoulders. Her skin was glowing

NICOLE'S POVVivienne stood behind me with her eyes full of venom. I felt my blood boil.Matteo looked at me with a frown on his face, but I smiled at him. “I'll take care of this.” Then I stood up and turned to her with a smile on my face. "Vivienne. Still the same spoiled brat, who doesn't know when to mind her business and shut the fuck up.” Her face twisted. "What did you just call me?" I tilted my head. "Did you lose your hearing because you got knocked up and pregnant?” Elliot stepped forward. "Nicole, that's enough.” “Hey, you wannabe Ashford.” I held my hand up. “Your wife came at me first, you should put a leash around her or tape her mouth instead.” His jaw tightened."You're pathetic," Vivienne snapped. "You think you can just show up here, clinging to another rich man and pretend you're not a criminal?""I'm not…” "Shut the hell up. You're a fraud. A liar. A whore." Her voice rose. “Who even let you in here?” Matteo finally stood up. "Excuse me, signora. Why are

NICOLE'S POVMy exhaustion from the day had already been overwhelming. The articles. The meeting with Matteo and Kevin. The stress of not knowing if I was making the right decision.And now this ; Adrian Ashford, standing outside my apartment, insulting me.I felt the anger rise in my chest. "What are you doing here, Adrian?"He stepped closer. "I asked you a question.""And I don't have to answer it." I walked toward my door. "I'm tired. I don't have the energy to deal with you right now.""You don't have the energy?" He laughed. "You had the energy to go to an event with Matteo Ferragamo. You had the energy to smile for the cameras. You had the energy to let the whole world think you're sleeping with him."I stopped and turned. "Did you come all the way here just to insult me? To continue from where your niece stopped yesterday?"His jaw tightened. “What did Vivi do?” "She attacked me at the event. She called me a whore. She warned Matteo to stay away from me." I stepped toward hi